This story was born thanks to a prompt found in Tumblr made by agent-cody-riley and it's thanks to them this story has been born. No copyright intended, the idea is from said person, the story development and invented characters mine, and most of characters and placed mentioned are from Pitch Perfect, property of Universal. I only write for the pleasure of doing so. Hope you like it.

THIS FANFIC TOUCHES TOPICS SUCH AS DEPRESSION, DRUGS, SUICIDE ATTEMPTS AND IS HEAVILY CENTERED IN ASPERGERS SYNDROME. You've been warned.


Chapter 1:

Benjamin Mitchell knew everything about feelings and emotions, he felt them every day. He knew it hurt when his wife asked him for a divorce, he knew it hurt to leave his family, or how it felt to see someone you love hurt in front of you. Hell, he knew what it felt to love. But it wasn't the same story to his only child, Rebeca. She knew how to feel them, but she couldn't understand them properly, and she could not tell the others could feel those things too. Rebeca or, how she liked to be nicknamed, Beca, knew nothing about the ache inside her father felt every time she would be so passionately talking about music, her only passion besides literature, and people around her would just go because she couldn't catch an indirect and know they weren't interested, or when she came home crying because none of her mates liked her, and they mostly hated her, punched her, pushed her, or insulted her, or how did it felt to see her be hurt and angry with herself and her lack of, for example, understanding irony or sarcasm. She couldn't know, because she couldn't feel it. She couldn't feel a thing when somebody, even if it was somebody she really cared a lot about, cried in front of her, like it happen when her aspergers broke her parents' marriage. She had never had friends or a partner, she never wondered about sexuality, she had never had sex, and she had never understood why her parents divorced even if she assumed it probably had to do with her. Because she always had to be the issue, because everything went weird the second she went into a room. People would never talk to her, people would put weird faces, she never knew why or what those meant, and people would just go away from her. They just assumed she was an arrogant, full of ego, piece of shit. Because if somebody had Down syndrome, people knew they had it, you could see it, but her? People would assume she was a disgusting person before even start to think about the sole possibility of her having a mental disorder.

So when the Mitchells realized their daughter's weirdness seemed to vanish every time she played a piano, they bought her one of her own, and she would spend her time there countless of times, without even thinking that she could bother someone, or without understanding why she was forced to stop at night. She learnt on her own, and she was a little Mozart, she had to be, because she was too different for a professor to understand, and her parents wouldn't add another extra set of classmates to bother her. And when Beca discovered from a family friend computers, deejay equipment and those kinds of technologies, she grew obsessed about it, and was all she knew. Her family never understood how she learnt all of it so fast and how she was so good at it, but they assumed she was at least, very intelligent, even if she was also socially impaired.

Benjamin Mitchell left everything in Virginia, and moved to Atlanta to work in Barden University and marry his new wife, Sheila, and when Beca was eighteen, he welcomed her to study there. Beca agreed, but choose to live in the University campus in one of the freshmen rooms. She was brave, and chose to try and have a normal life because she didn't understand how wouldn't she be able to.

Beca Mitchell was now alone in her room. Her father had specifically made sure she would have a room for herself, and given the circumstances, the dean made an exception and let her have it. It was her first day of her first year at college studying a degree in literature and she already had her room perfectly organized to the slightest detail, and her laptop in her bed as she created music.

"Beca?" her father had knocked the door, unnoticed to her, and came in "I see you already did a pretty good job with the organization of the room. Is there anything you need?"

The short, brunette girl, pulled her earphones off, she didn't knew why she had to, but her parents said apparently people felt she wasn't listening if they talked with her and she didn't remove them. She didn't know why would somebody assume she was deaf just like that, but she assumed it was the same reason why they assumed she was a bad, despicable person.

"I'm fine dad, thanks" she replied in a monotonous tone.

"Not every day is somebody's first day at college, why don't you go and get to know the place?"

"I'm intelligent; I will find my class without a problem. I don't need to go exploring" Beca replied without moving her beautiful dark blue eyes from her fingers, fidgeting with one of her rings like a tic.

"I know Beca, but maybe you could meet some cool people that are as interested in music as you are."

"People don't like me. They always go away when I arrive." Her tone didn't change, it never did, and it never showed a single emotion. It was also never lower or higher.

"Maybe you'll find people like you who will love you. This is college Beca, and I work here, I know here you can find all kinds of people, even when you less expect." Ben said full of optimism.

"You think so?" Beca asked, her eyes moving to a side.

"Yes" Ben replied "Come on, I have a good feeling about this."

"Will you come with me?" Beca asked.

"I would love to, but I have a very important meeting with other teachers here, and I can't go with you. But you can call me later and tell me all about your walk."

Beca nodded picking up her laptop bag and stood, going to the door. She muttered a goodbye, and went to the Campus gardens. There, she started walking around, there was some kind of activities' fair, and students were talking about what they loved the most, so she encouraged herself to find a group that was into DJs. She found a group of students talking about David Guetta, as she overheard, and approached them.

"Hey" she said with a tiny smile. The others stopped speaking and stared at her weirdly, which she didn't notice "I overheard, were you guys talking about David Guetta? I've got all his albums. I'm a DJ too, not professionally of course, but I'd love to become one professionally. My parents say I'm pretty good at it, I think I'm pretty good too, I mean, I've never heard a bad critic about my work so why would I think otherwise? Also…" but she stopped seeing everyone leave. She shrugged, feeling a small ache inside, but, half used to it, she put her hands into her pockets and walked errands for a bit, until a very cheery voice interrupted the 'March to the Scaffold', from Berlioz, that she was humming without even noticing.

"Hi! Would you like to join our a cappella group?" a beautiful ginger was asking her, handing a paper. Beca looked at her, never in the eyes, and quickly to the paper. She took it, read it quickly, and handed it back.

"I'm not interested" she simply said and proceeded to walk away.

"Oh" the ginger said, looking down disappointed, but Beca didn't notice her sadness. She had barely walked a few feet when a blonde girl stood in front of her way abruptly.

"Don't you think that was a bit rude, dude? She was being polite, you could at least be nice to her."

"Aubrey, don't…" Beca looked to the blonde's chin frowning.

"No Chloe, let me handle this. I don't know who this one thinks she is to be rude without a reason, what is your problem girl? Are you too cool for us?"

"I'm sorry" Beca said looking back at the ginger, Chloe, without changing her tone of voice "I didn't mean to be rude, is just how I talk. I'm sorry, I'm not interested."

Chloe grinned and nodded.

"It's okay, I understand" Chloe said and looked at Aubrey accusatorily rising her eyebrows. Aubrey sighed.

"Sorry for jumping on you like that. You can go" Aubrey said, although she seemed to be saying that out of obligation than out of actual desire.

"Okay. If I meet someone interested, I'll let them know where to find you" Beca said, looking from one girl to another. She turned around, and was about to go, when she stopped and looked at Chloe "Do you know if there's a DJs thing somewhere?"

"No, sorry" Chloe smiled apologetically "but hey, there's a radio station in Barden, you could ask the dean for the application papers."

"Thanks Chloe" Beca made a small smile.

"You're welcome. Can I know your name?"

"Beca" Beca shrugged and left, imagining her only proper conversation of the week with other than her parents was over.

Later that afternoon, she took her laptop and equipment to the auditorium, looking for a quiet and calm place where she could be alone and in silence, because even though she had her room for herself, with all the students moving in and all of that, there was a lot of noise in the whole main buildings, which filtered into her room through the thin walls. Once in the auditorium, she saw there was a piano there, and felt instantly attracted to it, leaving her suitcase on top of it and before she noticed, she was playing softly, with her eyes closed. Then, after a while, she heard a soft and lonely applause, which made her stop abruptly and look up to whatever was there to bother her.

"That was beautiful" Chloe, the ginger girl she had met that morning in the activities fair, was standing in front of her, her supporting with her elbows in the piano, and with a huge grin plastered on her face "Are you from a music academy, maybe a conservatory?"

Beca, somehow startled, got up taking her suitcase.

"No" she simply replied using the same monotonous tone of voice with whom she always talked, and walked to some chairs starting to get her laptop out of the suitcase.

"I'm sorry if I bothered you Beca" Chloe said, approaching her with her hands in her pockets and frowned "Look, I just came here to rehearse some dance moves Aubrey and I have been thinking for the Bellas, I'll just do my thing and won't bother you, okay?"

"What kind of egocentric group names itself the Bellas?" Beca asked kind of rudely frowning and Chloe smiled.

"Actually, the Barden Bellas are well known for being pretty, skinny, tall women. So I guess they found the perfect name to cover their egocentric asses, don't you think?" Beca shrugged, and went on with her laptop, sitting perfectly straight, with her piercings in perfect place, her clothes perfectly clean and well-put, her make-up perfectly done, and her hair, perfectly done too, just like her nails. Chloe put music on her phone and stated dancing around, but Beca just focused on her headphones and her own music.

After a while, she took her headphones off for a moment to clean their insides, that she felt not clean enough. Then, there was a crashing noise, and Chloe fell on her butt in the ground, and made a pained expression and grunted in pain, her hands on her ankle. Beca indifferently looked at her and then back at her headphones, and blew some dirtiness out of them, brushing with a napkin she had on her pocket.

"You could at least care enough to help, you know?" Chloe snapped suddenly, with pain in her voice and tears in her eyes, and Beca looked at her without perturbing much.

"I didn't know you needed help" Beca simply said.

"Well, I thought it was obvious. Normal people usually worry when they see someone fall, but you just looked and kept working like nothing happened." Chloe said. Beca frowned "Could you please help me, Beca?" Chloe said after huffing a bit, emphasis clear in her words.

Beca put the laptop back on its suitcase and went towards Chloe.

"What do I do?"

"Let me put an arm around your neck and you put an arm around my waist and help me stand up supporting on you instead of my ankle."

Beca frowned even more and shook her head, looking to her feet.

"I'm not comfortable with that" she said.

"Beca!" Chloe huffed upset "For God sakes Beca, could you please do as I say? I'll owe you a big one, okay? But please, I can't get to the nurse's office on my own. I need your help" Chloe said impatiently "Please, I'll do anything you want."

"Can you resuscitate Beethoven?" Beca asked and Chloe looked incredulous at her.

"No! I meant normal things every human can do" Chloe said. Beca nodded, and did as Chloe had been asking, helping her stand in a second.

Like if it was on purpose, Beca ignored all the grunts and pain expressions or noises Chloe made as she helped the ginger towards the nurse's office, finding her quickly despite never have been there before. The nurse helped Chloe bandaging her ankle, which was twisted, gave her some painkillers and crutches, and let her go. Beca was ready to go back to her bedroom, but the ginger had other plans.

"Beca!" Chloe shouted when she was starting to go "Can I… uh… can I come to your bedroom?"

"Don't you want to go to yours?" Beca asked.

"I live in the Bellas' house, and it's too far away for me to go right now. I just took the painkillers, and I am a bit sleepy, and have nowhere here to be. So… look, I know you don't like me, but it'll just be for a while, until I feel less sleepy and more ready to go or I'll call Aubrey to pick me up" Chloe said nervously, looking at her with pleading eyes.

"Follow me" Beca said simply, and didn't even flinch despite Chloe's noises of tiredness or pain as she walked as fast as she could, behind Beca, who waited for nobody. Beca opened the room and went in firstly, and let Chloe in without a word, closing the door behind her. The room couldn't possibly be more clean or organized. Beca sat on her desk with History of two cities by Charles Dickens, and got into her lecture like nothing else mattered, and Chloe frowned again and laid over the covers of Beca's bed, trying to not disorganize it a lot "What are you doing?" Beca asked seeming rude, but it really was just her normal voice, emotionless.

"I'm just resting, the painkillers made me feel very tired" Chloe said apologetically sitting up "Look, I'm sorry, this was a bad idea…" she said getting up.

"Why was it a bad idea?" Beca asked.

"Really?" Chloe asked with disbelief.

"Yes, of course, why would my questions not be for real?" Beca said confused. Chloe sighed.

"It wasn't a good idea because you hate me, and I am bothering you a lot by being here, so I should go."

"I don't understand why do you think I hate you. That's why you want to leave me? I don't hate you Chloe, you are the only one out of my family who has ever treated me so well for so long, it doesn't bother me that you are here. I just couldn't understand why you felt like laying on my bed, but now I do. I just want to understand things" Beca explained looking at the floor.

Chloe grew more confused and seemed to relax a bit and grow more empathetic, so she got more comfortable in the bed and looked a Beca.

"Why do you never look people in the eye?"

"It makes me uncomfortable" Beca said, plainly honest, like always. She had never had such a social life as that day, and she was starting to grow anxious about the possibility of messing it up.

"You are the weirdest person I've ever met" Chloe stated, and Beca shrugged apologetically "Was that true, I am the only person who ever treated you well out of your family for this long? In your whole life, only me?"

"You should know, Chloe, for me it is impossible to tell a lie" Beca said "unless it's to protect myself, but never systematically. So yes, of course it was true. Well, there's this one person that has stuck with me ever since we were two, but he's like my only friend ever."

"Why? Did you suffer bullying or something?" Chloe asked.

"I don't know. I guess people just found me too different, and just… they didn't hurt me, they just got as far as possible from me" Beca replied "at least, my parents say it's because I'm special, which I don't really know what means. Of course I'm special, I'm unique, right? But isn't it everybody?"

"I guess" Chloe shrugged "I'm sorry people didn't like you. I like you."

"You do?"

"Yes, I do. I try to never lie too" Chloe smirked a bit "You are the weirdest… but in a good way. People sometimes try to be too much like the others and it's not interesting for me. You, on the contrary, are very interesting."

"Thank you" Beca looked at her for a second, and a tiny smile appeared on her face.

"You seem very rude sometimes, you know? But that's just you, right? Is not like you hate people?"

"I told you Chloe, I like people, and people hate me. I was hoping on making my first friends ever today because my dad is a teacher here and wouldn't stop saying how here there are so many different kinds of people and I would make friends quickly, but the moment I opened my mouth, the whole group vanished" Beca explained.

"I'm sorry" Chloe said really meaning it. She sat in the bed as close to Beca as she could "Hey, can I be your first friend ever?"

Beca looked at her in disbelief, her eyes wide open.

"You want to be my friend?"

"Of course. And I want you to be my friend too" Chloe smiled "you helped me a lot today, you are my friend."

"Then I guess yes" Beca smiled a bit and for a second, looked at her again "What do I have to do? What do friends do?" she had basic ideas of what friendship was like, from her only friend in the whole world and books and movies or TV Shows, but she also knew each person was different and therefore, each friendship was, so she wanted to know what Chloe expected from her.

"Friends listen to their friends' problems and try to help like if they were their own problems, friends feel affection, sometimes even love, towards their friends, and in short, friends do whatever it takes to make their friends happy, without breaking the law of course. That's why you got me to the nursery and let me use your bed." Chloe patiently explained to her and grinned, getting up "Well, I think I'm feeling better, I should get going, but we can meet tomorrow!"

"You don't have to see me tomorrow" Beca quickly said "I mean, if you don't want to…"

"Of course I want! We should go have lunch together after the Bellas' auditions. Hey, why don't you come to the auditions?" Chloe said excitedly standing in front of her.

"I told you, I don't like a cappella, I don't even know how to sing."

"Are you kidding me? You were humming while playing piano, and sounded beautifully. A person can't be that much into music and have such a good hearing and not know how to sing, I bet you have an amazing voice. And you'd like the Bellas, we go to championships, you could have a bunch of friends who love music too!" she tried to convince her "please Beca, just come. If you don't like it, you can leave the group and we will still be friends, I swear, but just give it a chance, please." She begged.

"Why do you insist so much?" Beca said not understanding how anybody could care so much about something so stupid. Chloe sighed.

"I've been there since I was a freshman, and now I'm a senior. They are my family, Beca, the Bellas's house is my house, they are my friends, and I love a cappella. Our leader used to be really mean and now she left and it's Aubrey's and mine's turn to make it okay again after failing last year at Nationals in New York. We just want our last year to be good and get to go to Nationals again, but we need ten people to participate in the competition and after the big fail last year, when Aubrey threw up on stage, nobody wants to join." Chloe explained with a sad expression "If nobody comes tomorrow… it'll be the end."

Beca still couldn't understand her sadness, but she knew she was sad for her words, and somehow, for the first time in her life she found out she didn't want that sadness to exist on that cheery happy person. And Chloe had said they were friends and friends do everything to make each other happy.

"I'll join the Bellas" Beca finally said "and I'll do whatever I can so the Bellas can go to Nationals in New York, but I can't promise anything else than that I'll try my best."

Chloe's face instantly shinned and showed a huge smile that could unfroze the entire North Pole.

"Really?! Oh, Beca!" Chloe hugged Beca as tightly as she could, but Beca just stood awkwardly "Oh, you don't like hugs?" she pulled apart, noticing Beca's tightness "Sorry."

"Is not that I don't like them" Beca excused "is just that I'm not used to them, and I don't know what to do when I get one."

"It's okay" Chloe smiled, and resisted the urge to kiss her cheek, not wanting to make her more uncomfortable "See you tomorrow, auditions are at eleven in the auditorium."

The following day, Beca did as promised and went to the auditorium alone, and was there five minutes before eleven. She gave her name to the guys that presented the auditions and when she was called, she went and sang, with her eyes closed, and for singing was the only times she changed her tone, her pitch, the highness or lowness in her voice, the only times she acted more like a human being a less like a robot. And people liked it and clapped. She, a bit bewildered and frowning a bit seeing that strange behavior on people she would never understand. Why clapping? Did that mean they liked her? Or hated her?

"You were awesome!" Chloe said cheerfully as they left they auditorium "I told you her voice was going to be beautiful" Chloe added looking at Aubrey, who stood beside her with a satisfied smile.

"Do you think you'll have the ten girls you need?" Beca asked.

"I think we do" Aubrey said and Chloe grinned "but we aren't annunciating the chosen ones until tomorrow."

"But you're definitely in" Chloe said and Aubrey half smiled at her like a mom smiling at something silly but cute her daughter did.

"Great" Beca curved her lips into a smile.

"Let's go have lunch, shall we?" Aubrey said.

"Yeah, I'm starving" Chloe said rubbing her stomach, and Beca rose her eyebrows.

"God Chloe, how can you be that hungry, didn't you have breakfast? We should hurry up and get you something to eat…"

"Beca" Chloe smiled "I was exaggerating, I'm just normal hungry" she explained while they walked.

"Oh" Beca frowned a bit bewildered "I don't really get exaggeration."

"We hadn't noticed" Aubrey said with irony and a tiny smile.

"Well now you know then" Beca replied while they kept walking outside the campus. Aubrey rolled her eyes, and they walked in silence until they reached a bar not very far away and sat in a table looking through the menus.

"So Beca…" Aubrey smiled amicably at her "pale, socially awkward… are you Dracula's lost daughter?" she joked without malice. Chloe smiled a bit, but Beca frowned until she seemed to have just one eyebrow.

"Aubrey, Dracula comes from Romania, and also being a vampire I believe he, if he existed, would be actually dead, well, at least dead enough to not produce sperm, so I couldn't possibly be his daughter" Beca explained in a very know-it-all voice, that was actually her normal one, and Aubrey rose her eyebrows looking at Chloe, both astonished "I can, however, tell you the reason I'm pale it's because I'm from Maine originally. But no one in my family lives there anymore. And my actual father is Doctor Mitchell, comparative literature teacher in Barden."

"Oh" Aubrey smiled politely "I was joking, Beca, but it's good to know you're not the daughter of a vampire anyway. Yeah, I know Doctor Mitchell, he is one of Chloe's teachers isn't it?" she added looking at Chloe.

"Yes, he is" she smiled "awesome teacher. So you're his daughter then?"

"Yeah" Beca nodded "you study literature?"

"I do, well, I actually want to be a music teacher, but the teaching career includes literature." Chloe explained "So I have his class."

"I'm studying a major in literature" Beca explained "it's a shame you're in forth year, it would be cool to see you in class from time to time."

"Yeah, that's a shame!" Chloe frowned and then smiled "but hey, everyone new in the Bellas seem to be freshmen, so someone will probably share some classes with you."

"I guess" Beca shrugged.

"It's funny Doctor Mitchell is your father, I don't see the resemblance. Well, you have similar appearance, but that's all" Chloe said.

"We both love literature" Beca said "but yeah, I don't really have much resemblance with anybody in my family… or out of it."

"Chloe said you learned to play piano pretty awesomely on your own" Aubrey commented and a bartender brought their food so they started eating it "how'd you do that?"

"I'm good mastering things" Beca shrugged "I don't know, I can learn to do stuff pretty fast and once I learn, I usually become very good at it. I'm not a good dancer, though."

"Then I'll go easy on you" Chloe smirked "I'm the main dance planner in the Bellas."

"Will you help us with the music?" Aubrey asked Beca.

"Sure" Beca nodded "By the way, thanks Chloe, I got into the radio station."

"That's great!" Chloe said, and looked at Aubrey "Beca's a future DJ."

"Oh" Aubrey looked from Chloe to Beca and smiled "Good."

"Yeah, I love disc jockeying" Beca said "I've been practicing for years, I'm really good at it, like at almost everything except, of course, dancing. But even though I could be the best at everything but that, I chose music, that's my passion, mostly playing piano and disc jockeying. I bet Mozart wasn't as good as I am." She explained, and Aubrey and Chloe exchanged uncomfortable looks.

"That's a bit harsh on him" Chloe explained "he is, after all, considered a genius." Beca smirked.

"That's because you haven't seen me enough. I'm better." Beca said.

"Wow, you are not egocentric aren't you?" Aubrey asked sarcastically.

"Sure, I'm not" Beca said "I'm just plain honest. Why should I lie to make others have a false sensation of fake greatness if I know I'm better? If I wasn't that good, I'll say so. Just like I admit I suck at dancing."

"Well, bite your tongue a bit when we are rehearsing, if you say a word about being better than the others, they will hate you Beca. Nobody likes being told they aren't good at something, even if it's the truth, people are happier on bubbles of lies" Aubrey explained seriously.

"Why? I like being told I'm not that good at something, so I can get better and prove them wrong" Beca said bewildered.

"It's just how it works, Beca" Chloe said apologetically "You can offend people's feelings if you tell them they aren't good at something, and then they will hate you and treat you bad. Just keep those thoughts to yourself, okay?"

"Okay" Beca shrugged. It was going to be a weird experience.