Inspiration struck me for this when i watched this film last night. fear not though, i plan on this only being a short story. i havent stopped wrting my other dtory, i just havent had any inspiration for that as of late. im still planning on updating it in october half term though. This will be Mitchsen endgame. Please read and review :)

Aubrey was pissed. In fact, she was beyond pissed.

Everything was ruined. The Bellas wouldn't be advancing to the finals. She wouldn't get to redeem herself from the unfortunate incident last year and, because this was her senior year, she wouldn't get another shot at winning the ICCAs. And all because of Beca Mitchell. If she had just kept her freaking mouth shut then they could be on their way to the finals. Why didn't Beca just listen to her? They could've made it to the finals with the set list they had but Beca and her stupid mixing had just cost them that chance. She couldn't believe it, and worse than that, the other Bellas were taking Beca's side over her, even Chloe was starting to waver. Her best friend, choosing some stupid alt girl over her!

Fuming, Aubrey stormed into her single dorm room. She had told the Bellas there wouldn't be any more practises until further notice, which basically meant for the rest of the year. Getting her books out, Aubrey started to revise for her Chemistry final that was coming up. She managed about half an hour of memorising equations before giving up due to her extreme frustration and pent up anger at Beca. Deciding she needed to relax, Aubrey tuned into the university's radio station, hopefully Luke would be playing something good tonight. Lying back and closing her eyes, Aubrey let the music wash over her as she massaged her temples, trying to get rid of a headache. Absentmindedly she started singing along

'I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose, fire away fire away. Ricochet, you take your aim, fire away, fire aw-'

Aubrey sat up, her eyes flying open. This wasn't what Luke normally played, this was more club music. It was also a particular favourite of Chloe's, but that wasn't the point. Did this mean that Luke had someone new working the night shift? Or was he just broadening his somewhat limited musical taste? Aubrey decided to wait and find out who it was when they announced the track at the end of the song. However, this plan was soon floored as another song began playing immediately, seamlessly blending into Titanium. She didn't recognise the song, but the singer had a distinct accent, Aubrey thought it was Scottish but she couldn't be sure. After a while, Aubrey realised that this wasn't actually a new song, she could still hear the beat of the David Guetta hit underneath the strange lyrics of this song.

"Definitely not Luke, I wonder who it is…" Aubrey continued to think about this until the end of the song, hoping the new DJ would reveal themselves. What she wasn't prepared for was the strikingly familiar voice that announced the song

"And that was Titanium and 500 Miles, something I made myself. Okay, next up we have…Calvin Harris with Drinking from the Bottle"

Aubrey was annoyed, where did she know that voice from? She couldn't think of anyone she talked to that had such a beautiful voice

"Woah Posen, where did that thought come from? You don't even know her"

Aubrey wasn't sure what bothered her the most. The fact that she couldn't place the voice, that fact that she might like this girl, or the fact that she wasn't more bothered by the fact that she liked a girl. In truth, Aubrey had been questioning her sexuality a lot lately, finding herself checking out girls more and more, as well as guys. She didn't know why she was only thinking about it now, as far as she knew most people did this kind of experimenting in high school. Pausing to think on this more, Aubrey began to wonder why she hadn't done any kind of experimenting, or any dating for that matter. Her realisation hit her like a huge tidal wave

"It's because mom left. I can't believe I didn't see this before. I was, what, 11? Daddy pretty much raised me as non-sexual I suppose. He probably had no idea what to do with a girl. Hmm, maybe I should talk to someone about this, who though? I don't want anyone finding out how inexperienced I am, I haven't even kissed anyone for God's sake!"

When Aubrey's mom had decided to leave without so much as a goodbye she could not have picked a worse time. With Aubrey about to enter her adolescence, her mother had left her father with no experience in how to raise a teenage girl. Aubrey was the youngest of 3, with 2 older brothers, one in his early 30's and one in his mid-20's. Therefore Aubrey had been raised to have no attraction to pretty much anything, her father had raised her in a professional manner, rather than a caring one. Coming to the conclusion that she should talk to someone about this, Aubrey set about finding somewhere she could be anonymous. She was interrupted in her search by the soft voice on the radio, immediately relaxing her

"Sorry about this guys but I am being forced to play adverts and stupid jingles so you'll have to bear with for a while"

Aubrey laughed to herself at the quirky sarcasm of the DJ who clearly didn't want to play the adverts. She listened to them. They ranged from adverts about different clubs on campus to life insurance which Aubrey found rather strange. The DJ's voice jolted her back to reality

"Also, I am putting out my own unofficial advert. If you need any advice or help with anything just text the radio number, 57739, and I'll try and help as much as I can"

As the next song began to play Aubrey thought about the offer the DJ had made. Deciding to sleep on it, Aubrey turned the radio down to minimum volume and drifted off to sleep, her last thoughts being the beautifully soft voice of the new DJ.