A/N First off I'd like to thank you for taking the time to read this. Not sure where this one is going at all. Obviously Bechloe and Stubrey are a thing. Or will be. Maybe (; But this is kind of a go with the flow project for me, so feed back would be beyond appreciated. I'm trying out a new format type thing. There's multiple POVs going on so I'll be sure to label them so it doesn't get confusing. Every chapter will jump to the other set of POV. So the first chapter is Stacie and Aubrey. Next chapter will be Beca and Chloe (: Like I said this is a little different then what I'm used to writing. Although it might get a little dramatic and agnsty later down the road I don't want it to become as dark and heavy as most my stories. I'll try to keep this one light and humorous. Also I'll be filling in with background stories as this progresses. Anyways, enough of this boring note! Hope you enjoy (:

Stacie-

"Rebeca Mitchell get your lazy ass out of bed!" I shouted yanking the door open to the grumbling woman's room. "Get up!"

"No, I don't want to go to school." Beca whined trying to cocoon further into her bedding.

"You haven't changed at all since we graduated high school." Fitting back the amusement that was dancing in my voice, I glanced up. Formulating a brilliant idea. If Beca wouldn't get up out of bad, then I'd just have to make her. "This is your last warning sis."

"Go away." Was all that grumbled from her bed. I shook my head thinking to myself I warned you. I grabbed a rope from the camping gear in the hallway closet and strutted out to the back yard, easily tossing it over a branch that hung outside Beca's window. I tied the end in my hand around the truck and jogged back to her room. Only getting a slur of mumbled curse words from Beca when I tore the blinds open to let the morning light in. I opened the window and popped out the screen, only struggling to stretch to the rope that was hanging on a branch above the window. I wiggled my way between the wall and a stable support beam on her bed frame to loop a complicated knot in place. Running quickly down the stairs to untie the rope from the base.

"Stacie Conrad what in the world are you doing?" My mom's voice caused me to whip around with a sheepish grin on my face. I tried to cover it with a reassuring smile.

"Nothing mom." I lied and could tell she didn't believe me for a second. That's when Beca's dad placed an arm around my mother's shoulders.

"Morning Stace." His eyes fell on the rope in my hands and he glanced up, shaking his head trying not to laugh hysterically. "Need help?" He asked with a playful gleam in his eye. "Take your phone. Get up there!" He commanded as my mom stared with confusion between us. I ran to the doorway of Beca's room and stood there with my phone ready to record. "READY STACIE?!" Dr. Mitchell's voice called and I shouted in agreement. Moments later Beca screamed as the head of her bed was jerked up words and she slid off the foot end.

"Morning Becs." I grinned happily at my accomplishment.

"I hate having a physics nerd for a sister." Beca muttered, awkwardly sitting half criss cross on the floor rubbing her eyes.

"We leave for college today!" I knew my voice came out a little too high pitched when Beca grimaced but I didn't really care. "The best part is our dorm rooms will be right next to each other. It'll be just like home." Beca let out a sleepy laugh

"I love you Stacie." She mumbled still half asleep, I walked over to the tiny woman and pulled her to her feet.

"I love you too baby sister." My arm squeezed her shoulders lightly as she glared at me.

"I'm literally three months younger than you." She half shouted, age and height being her biggest frustrations. I couldn't help teasing her though.

"Yeah and like a foot shorter." This earned me a slap on the back of the head before we burst out hysterically laughing.

Aubrey-

"Chloe just keep handing out flyers okay?" I pinched the bridge of my nose in order to try and subside the stress migraine coming on, with a migraine came nausea and I couldn't handle that right now. Chloe tried to smile reassuringly as we chatted with randoms in passing. When Chloe practically squeaked before pointing excitedly.

"What about her?" My eyes fell on a hobbit sized woman in black combat boots, with a tons of ear monstrosities, tattoos and makeup that looked way too dark for her face. She had really pretty eyes and beautiful features although I'm not sure why I find that so irritating. It took me a second to realize Chloe was being serious and I shook my head twice.

"She's a little to alternative for us Chloe." I responded surprised at the hint of questioning in my own voice. Chloe approached the girl anyways, I tried to focus on the conversation but my eyes fell on a woman with mile long legs and goddess like features. It took all of my concentration to pull my eyes back to the conversation as this wonderful looking woman walked right up to Beca and linked arms with her. Of course the midget would be dating the most attractive woman I have ever seen. I tried to push the thought away when I realized Chloe was staring at me funny. The taller brunette grinned at me before extending her hand.

"I'm Stacie." Her voice sent chills down my spine, "Stacie Conrad." I tried really hard to swallow the lump in my throat as I straighten out my shoulders and managed to go into professional mode.

"Aubrey Posen." I managed to state flatly as I shook her hand.

"I see you've met my lovely and oh so cryptic baby sister Beca." Her voice seemed to drift smoothly from her chest. I gawked in awe that such a beautiful being could be related to such an angry and detached person. "I apologize for…" She paused and motioned with her free arm to all of Beca's being. "This. She doesn't smile much." Beca snorted and rolled her eyes.

"Whatever Conrad." Beca's voice snapped me out of my trance. Stacie glanced down at her sister lovingly.

"Don't be an asshole Mitchell." Stacie pinched the smaller woman causing her to yelp. Beca's eyes fluttered and drifted to Chloe. Who of course was flashing the signature Beale grin.

"I'm Chloe. Chloe Beale, I'm co-captain of the Barden Bellas. Along with Aubrey." She introduced herself to Stacie once she realized neither the small brunette or myself were capable of talking. "Do you sing?" Her eyes sparkled and my focus fell back on Stacie, nervously (and excitedly I might add) awaiting her response.

"She's got some pipes on her. And she can dance anyone under the table too." Beca's voice finally interjected before Stacie spoke. The alt girl looked kind of nervous as she kept her eyes locked on my redheaded best friend. I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

"So does Beca. Well the singing part, I'm not so sure she dances." Stacie eyed her sister sideways.

"I'm sorry, I really don't sing." Beca said before turning away. "It was really nice to meet you." She added looking between us both, eyes lingering on Chloe a little longer than necessary.

Stacie-

"I think we should audition for that acapella thing." I focused my eyes on folding my clothes because I already knew what Beca's response would be. I waited in silence before turning around to see her laying down on my bed staring at the ceiling. A look so deep on her face I swore she was contemplating the meaning of life. She turned her head slightly, curiosity written on her young features.

"What makes you think that?" Her voice was smooth and sincere which if you aren't me then you would never know Beca was capable of anything but snide and sarcastic remarks. I continued to fold the shorts in my had before sitting at the desk facing her.

"I think it would be a lot of fun." She raised an eyebrow skeptically. I sighed and shook my head. "In high school it was just you and I. No matter what. How many times did you get kicked out of school for beating football players up for harassing me for being bisexual? How many times did I get suspended for pulling pranks on people for trying to hurt you or making fun of your height? It's been the Conrad-Mitchell show since freshman year." I smiled at the memories. "But like don't you want friends or maybe a boyfriend?" Beca scoffed as I asked trying to gauge my sister's reaction. "My mom marrying your dad was the best thing that ever happened to me. I just feel like we could be part of something so much bigger."

"No, I don't want a boyfriend." She looked back at the ceiling, lost in thought.

"You know I'll never get tired of the Conrad-Mitchell show." I whispered before turning back to the unpacking I had left. Beca huffed a deep breath out. I raised an eyebrow absently not really thinking anything of it. I wouldn't join the group if Beca didn't want to. I know college is about discovering yourself and it's supposed to be the best years of your life but I couldn't imagine the best years of my life… Well, being the best without Beca by my side.

"We can at least go to auditions." Her statement caused me to whirl around with my mouth ajar. She tried to stifle a laugh but lost her composure and all but rolled off my bed. When she finally climbed back into her spot she looked at me with a giant smile. "This doesn't have anything to do with the blonde does it? What was her name? Aubrey." I blushed before turning around quickly, hoping Beca hadn't seen it.

Aubrey-

Chloe was pacing the living room in front of me. I looked around to make sure there weren't any objects she could hurl in my direction before cautiously approaching the matter. "Chloe, why don't you sit down?" I patted the seat next to me. The redhead stopped abruptly before throwing her hands in the air.

"WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS?!" Chloe's voice sharp and emotional. "The freshmen class hasn't even been here for twenty-four hours and I've already caught him with his tongue down some freshman bitch's throat! HE'S A SENIOR FOR CHRIST SAKE!" Tears were threatening my best friend's eyes and I felt nothing but pure sadness for her. Three years down the drain for some girl he had met that afternoon.

"Chlo, he's never deserved you anyways." The words came out more like a plea than a comforting statement. She began pacing again, shouting profanities and flailing her arms. I thought hard, digging for something to help console my friend. She was by far the most important person in my life no matter what happened or what we had been through she always stuck by me. She was also the only person in the Bellas that didn't run away last year when I puked in the middle of our set. She carried me off stage and back to our room, after getting me to shower she stayed in bed and held me while I cried into bowls of popcorn watching stupid rom coms. Suddenly the light bulb went on. I shifted uncomfortably before I spoke. "What about the alt girl?" I asked hopeful, this stopped Chloe in her tracks. She turned towards me slowly.

"What about her Aubrey?" Chloe's voice was on the verge of sounding accusing but I could tell that was just the emotions that she was battling with the thought of Tom cheating.

"Well you were practically having eye sex at the activity fair Chlo." I stated coldly, suddenly realizing my distaste for the younger woman. "She was drooling on herself and you wouldn't stop smiling." The more I thought about it the more I wished I hadn't said anything. "It was kind of disgusting actually." I added before looking back at Chloe was now sitting on the edge of the dark coffee table.

"Beca?" She asked, racking her brain for something.

"Yeah the one with the ear monstrosities." I responded rolling my eyes, and the smoking hot sister. "I've been your best friend for four years Chloe Beale. I've never seen you look at any of your boyfriends or little lady experiments like that." Chloe blushed a little, trying to hide it by throwing her hair in a messy bun. She hummed for a moment before she stood and announced the she was going to the gym. I grabbed my coffee from the table and leaned back into the couch, twisting my legs up beside me. Chloe came out of her room with her headphones in and ready for the short jog to the gym. She stopped in the doorway and turned slowly towards me, I raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Don't think I didn't see the way you were staring at Beca's sister. I'm not blind Posen remember that." Chloe warned before running out the door.

"Neither am I." I said aloud as I thought back to the attractive brunette from earlier.