Beca heard the familiar ringing from her iPhone. She knew it was a FaceTime call and smiled when she saw Chloe's photo on the screen.

"Hey!" Becca exclaimed picking up the phone. "What's up?"

"Look what I've got..." Chloe said teasingly. She held up an invitation and was wiggling it excitedly in her hands. Beca couldn't make out the words on the card.

"What?" She asked.

"Wait you haven't gotten your mail?" Chloe's eyes darted around the screen of her phone. "Beca are you still in the studio?" Beca nodded. "Even with the time difference it's 8:30. You need a better work life balance..."

"That doesn't exist in the music industry, Chlo. But this is typical for me, now what I'm curious about is what you are doing up?" Beca's late nights in the studio were common, but because Chloe had to be up early to teach music to her little elementary school munchkins in the morning, she was usually in bed by 10:00 on the dot.

Chloe started waving the invitation yet again. "I'm too excited to sleep!" She exclaimed. That patented Chloe Beale grin spanning ear to ear.

Beca laughed. "Okay Chloe, spill."

"Our five year reunion!" The words burst from her lips.

"Oh right! That is this year..."

"Beca Mitchell, if you-"

"Chill, Chlo, I'm kidding. You've only been talking about it every week for the last six months."

"I just feel like... I feel like I'm finally going home. Even if it is just for a weekend."

Beca knew Chloe felt that way, but hearing it still broke her heart a little. These first few postgrad years hadn't been easy for any of the Bellas, but Chloe, most of all, had trouble finding the sense of security she craved. She had already been given not one but two teaching awards and was, as always, quite the social butterfly, but something was missing.

Beca smiled at Chloe's excitement. "It will be nice to be in our house again…" Beca admitted.

Chloe nodded, liking the way "our house" sounded as it came off of Beca's lips. "Well, it's late here. I should be getting to bed."

"Of course," Beca replied.

"I'll talk to you soon."

"Night."

"Good night Beca. Love you," Chloe said.

"Love you too," Beca mumbled. Despite the fact that they ended every call this way, even after all of these years, Beca still felt embarrassed.

Chloe put her phone down on her nightstand and looked around her tiny room. New York City hadn't ended up being everything she'd hoped it would be. She thought back to that first day she'd moved here. She couldn't believe it had been almost 4 years ago.

"Oh my god I can't believe you're really here!" Aubrey exclaimed wrapping her arms around Chloe like she'd never let her go.

"I know. I've missed you SO much."

"Ready to see the place?" Aubrey asked.

"As long as you and I will be sleeping a mere 50 feet away from each other again, I wouldn't even care if the apartment was infested with cockroaches." Aubrey looked back at her skeptically. "Okay, okay, please tell me there are no cockroaches."

"See for yourself," Aubrey said, opening the door to their tiny but beautifully decorated and homey apartment. It was a one bedroom but with creative furniture placement and careful use of dividers, Aubrey had beautifully transformed the space into a room for Chloe. "Do you like it?" Aubrey asked. Though Chloe's grin was making it pretty clear. She nodded and hugged her best friend once again.

Chloe and Aubrey loved living together. They had no doubt they would. But Chloe had mistakenly thought it'd be a bit like a time machine, bringing her life back to the way it was in the Bella house. At times it was. Swapping stories after a long day at work. Late night karaoke at the bar down the block. Aubrey's delicious banana pancakes.

But just within that first month that Chloe moved in, Aubrey was getting pretty serious with her boyfriend Jonathan. They'd only met a couple months prior, but feeling ready to settle down, Aubrey was all in. Suddenly banana pancakes became banana pancakes with three at the table. Or worse banana pancakes left on the counter for Chloe, as the other two took theirs back to the bedroom.

Chloe shared her feelings with Aubrey. They were honest with each other and made time for just the two of them. That's how their tradition of Thursday evening margaritas was born. But there was no "fixing" that ache in Chloe's heart. Lives were going in different directions and things would never be the way they were. When the lease was up a year later, Aubrey moved in with Jonathan and Chloe moved to her current place with, Lisa, a friend of one of her coworkers.

She looked over at the invitation one more time, trying to regain that feeling of excitement and comfort she'd had on the phone with Beca moments ago. But it was no use. She set her alarm for 6:00 am, like always, and finally went to sleep.

Beca didn't get home until 11:00 pm that night, but she still took an extra moment to pick up her mail in the lobby of the apartment building. And there it was, the large, slightly shiny envelope, identical to the one Chloe had been holding.

She took out a pen and circled the date on the invitation, June 6th, and pinned it up on the tiny bulletin board in her tiny kitchen. She grabbed a snack from the fridge, watched an episode of The Office and fell onto her bed dramatically, asleep within minutes.

The next day she was eating her lunch by her desk, as she'd gotten into the habit of doing, (Beca had a tendency to isolate herself if the Bellas weren't there to prevent it…), when her phone buzzed.

She glanced down. It was from Jesse. She hadn't heard from him in a couple weeks. They'd broken up about two years ago now, when Beca moved to LA, and told him she wanted to focus on her career. Despite his broken heart, they'd managed to stay in touch, and proved to operate better as friends than they did as significant others.

The text from Jess was a picture of the invitation with a brief message, "see you there?"

"Of course," she texted back. "I don't really have a choice in the matter. Chloe would have my head otherwise..." Jesse didn't text back right away, so she added, "but it should be fun."

"Definitely," he texted back, "looking forward to seeing you!"

Beca would've overanalyzed that last part had Jesse not had both a serious girlfriend and a not so serious girlfriend, all since they'd been a part.

He was with the not so serious girlfriend now, Joanna, but Beca was still trying to gather if it was going anywhere.

"Bringing Joanna?" She asked.

"Nah, I think the trebles might be a little much for her." Beca watched the dotted bubble, noting that he was still typing. She knew what was coming next. "What about you? Bringin anyone special?"

It was a bit of a sore subject. Beca hadn't dated anyone since Jesse. Granted there were a few rebound type one night stands when she first arrived on the west coast, but since then it had been quite the dry spell. Chloe had been begging her to try online dating, like she had, but Beca just didn't like people enough to do that.

"Nope," she replied simply. "Gotta get back to work. Talk to you later."