Chapter 1: Red.

"Hi, I'm Beca Mitchell."

Beca held her hand out awkwardly to the shy blonde girl that must be her roommate. She had kind eyes and looked harmless enough. Beca decided it could be a lot worse.

The blonde straightened the picture frame on her bedside table before turning to Beca. Beca could tell her roommate must be close with the girl holding her hand in the picture. The two looked as if they had known each other for years. The blonde smiled at Beca as she took her hand. "Amy Raudenfeld—"

Straight Up by Paula Abdul blared from Amy's phone, cutting the conversation short.

"You get that," Beca said as she walked over to her desk in the corner of the room and dropped her bag to set up her mixing equipment.

A shrill scream came from the phone. Beca's stomach flipped as she whipped her head around at her roommate in alarm. Was someone dying?

"What is it?! Karma, who do I need to kill, or do I need to hide a body? OH no, did your parents get busted again for selling weed?"

The aspiring DJ's eyes widened. Rape whistles, crazy guys serenading her, and her roommate may be involved in a drug cartel…or a cult. What kind of college did her dad teach at? This was exactly why she was not going to participate in anything or come out of her room. She just wanted to work on her mixes and get to L.A.

"MY ROOMMATE IS A SERIAL KILLER!"

-Oh, and apparently whoever Amy was on the phone with had a serial killer for a roommate. It concerned Beca that she was not surprised at that bizarre statement. Her lips twitched upward in a cute smile as she continued setting up her music equipment.

"I'm sure she's not that bad, Karma," Amy sighed, plopping back onto her pillow. She rolled her eyes at Beca and mouthed, 'Drama Queen.'

"I swear she's like Kim Jong -un or something. She keeps glaring at me. She won't say a word. It's scary. Come save me."

"This is exactly why you should've just signed up to be my roommate. No offense, Beca."

"None taken," Beca chuckled, shaking her head as she unpacked a box. At least her roommate was tolerable. "Don't touch my music equipment and we're fine." Her blonde roommate gave her a thumbs up.

"You know being roommates with your best friend ruins friendships. That's like first rule of college. Who's Beca?" The bubbly voice coming through the phone asked. Amy needed to turn down the volume on her cell phone.

"My roommate. She's nice, but you seriously need to stop reading college horror stories on Tumblr. It's not helping your paranoia."

"Oh shush. I'm going down to the activities fair. Meet me down there? We might be able to finally get popular here. I can feel it." Karma asked with so much enthusiasm, Beca could swear she was jumping up and down in anticipation.

"Sure," Amy sighed again before turning her head to Beca, "You're coming too, right?"

Heck no, "Uh, Nah—"

Beca was interrupted by a knock at the door. "This is college police, hide your wine coolers!" She knew that voice. Her father. Joy. On second thought, maybe she could go out of the room just this once.

"Of course I'm coming," Beca said too quickly as she linked arms with her new friend. "Let's go."

Her dad comes through the door, making some dumb joke.

"Who's this?" Dr. Mitchell quizzed with a smile.

"Amy, my super good new friend. Listen, we're going down to the activities fair. Say hi to the step monster for me, bye, Dad," she rattled off pulling her roommate from the dorm so fast, her dad couldn't get a word in edge wise.

Beca let out a relieved sigh. Amy gave her a skeptical look. "Don't ask."

Some black girl holding a clipboard walked down the hall, yelling around through a megaphone about freshman homecoming court.

Amy nodded, understanding in her eyes. "I get it. My mom's a nightmare. That's the only reason I'm not a commuter."

"Amy!" The pretty brunette Beca recognized from the picture flew into her roommates arms. "Kimmy Jin is so scary. I'm convinced she might kill me in my sleep." Karma grabbed Amy's hand. "Let's just get to the activities fair, so I can get my mind off her." She beamed at Beca, "You must be Beca. I'm Karma."

Beca waved awkwardly, feeling much like a third wheel. Not that she minded. She was just glad she escaped her father.

The black girl stopped Karma and Amy in the hallway. "Hi, I'm Cynthia Rose. The RA has me looking for people to sign up to be nominated for freshman homecoming court, and," she said, gesturing to Amy and Karma's intertwined hands, "It would be really nice to have a same-sex couple nominated."

What? Beca's roommate was a lesbian? Eh, Amy did look kind of butch. It's understandable. "I'd vote for it," Beca said, smirking.

Amy and Karma's eyes went wide. "Oh we're not les—"

"Of course we will sign up," Karma said quickly, "Won't we—uh…honey bun."

Karma gave Amy a shut up now look.

A bright grin stretched across Cynthia Rose's face. She raised Karma and Amy's clasped hands in the air. "I AM PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE BARDEN'S FIRST EVER SAME SEX COUPLE NOMINEES FOR HOME COMING COURT!"

Some people clapped; others cheered. Some gawked; others rolled their eyes.

Beca bit her lip to keep from cracking up. This was why life was better than movies. Her roommate was faking being a lesbian to keep her best friend happy. College was great.

"Karma, we're not lesbians! This is serious! Shut up, Beca," Beca was doubled over laughing as she walked through the activities fair with Karma and Amy. She tried to compose herself, but ended up wearing a severely twisted face before cracking up again. This was hilarious.

"We have to sign up for a club to make ourselves more eligible," Karma said wiggling her eyebrow at Amy. She threw an arm around Amy's waist. Amy jumped about a foot in the air, removing Karma's arm from around her waist.

Karma raised an eyebrow.

"It's weird. This is weird. I am so totally not a lesbian and—"

"Calm down," Karma said, leaning toward Amy's face. Their faces were so close, their noses were touching. "It'll be fun!" She beamed.

"You two are the worst fake lesbians in history," Beca dead panned.

"Fake lesbians, what?" The voice gave Beca whiplash as she came face to face with the bluest pair of eyes she ever seen.

"Oh nothing," she said, smiling like an idiot. This girl was beautiful. She wasn't even into chicks, and this girl…wow. Her smile was dazzling, and that hair...dang. What was she thinking? Well, she had always had a thing for red heads, even red pandas. Though, red pandas had nothing on this girl.

"Would you like to join our a capella group?" Yes! What are you talking about Mitchell? A Capella is totally lame.

"That's a thing now, right?" Beca asked. She ignored the uptight blonde chick beside Red.

Amy and Karma shared a knowing glance with each other. They might not be lesbians, but Beca was pretty much at a loss for words with this redhead. Karma suddenly got a light bulb look.

"We would totally love to join," Karma butted in. "All three of us."

"What?"

"What?" Amy said appalled. "I don't even sin—"

"A capella is totally lame!" Beca snorted. The red head hung her head. Crap. I didn't mean to upset her. Why do I always have to do that to people? Especially her. She looks so innocent. I may as well have kicked a puppy.

"Aca-scuse me?! Synchronized lady-dancing to a Mariah Carey chart topper is not lame," Red's blonde friend said, clutching at her stomach. Is she going to throw up?

"She didn't mean that," Karma said, flailing her hands. "Sign us up!"

"I'm Chloe, and this is Aubrey," the red head said, gesturing to her blonde friend. "A capella auditions are…" Beca zoned out. Chloe. Her name is Chloe. Oh crap. I am NOT crushing on a girl. No way. Karma and Amy can pretend to be lesbians all they want, but that was not going to be her.

Beca panicked. She lied. "Sorry, but I don't even sing. See you around, Red." And with that, she fled to a radio station booth to sign up for an internship. She would love to have the opportunity to get her mixes played on the radio. Karma and Amy meanwhile, stayed to talk to Chloe and Aubrey about the Bellas.

"Okay, what was that?" Amy asked Beca when she got a chance the next week. It turns out becoming a homecoming court nominee can be quite exhausting. She had barely seen her roommate.

Beca ignored her. She was at her desk mixing, but Amy didn't care. Something happened down at that activities fair, and she was going to find out what. In the words of her future Bella captain Aubrey Posen, Beca totes had a toner, and she ran away from it.

Amy gently removed the headphones from Beca's ears. She got a glare in return, "We have to talk about what happened back at the activities fair."

"Nothing happened," was all she got in response.

"Oh, come on. I may only be a fake lesbian, but I know a girl crush when I see one," Amy winked.

Beca sighed, turning to look at her roommate. "I just freaked, okay? I'm not good at socializing, and I don't have a crush. I'm straight."

The blonde coughed, "As a circle."

Beca scowled. She grabbed the sides of her desk so hard, her knuckles were turning white.

"Just accept it, honey," she soothed with a playful grin, "it'll be okay."

A sound came from Beca's mouth that sounded like a dying horse.

Amy put her hands up in surrender, "Hey, if I have to parade around school pretending I like the V, then you don't get to parade around, pretending you only like the D."

A pillow plowed full force into Amy's face.

"Beca kissed a girl, and she liked it, the taste of her cherry—"

"Do you want to die?"

"Oh, you love it," Amy hugged her roommate from behind.

"Dude, don't touch me," she said, shrugging Amy off. She may put on that tough girl act, but Amy could tell Beca was trying really hard not to laugh.

"Right, you only want Chloe to touch you."

"ARGHHH, STOP TALKING!"

"Accept it and I will."

"No."

Evil shone through Amy's blue eyes. The nastiest smile followed that caused Beca's stomach to drop, "Right, well, I know how much you love movies, so Chloe is coming over Friday for a twilight marathon. Karma's forcing us all to watch it."

"You wouldn't dare-"

"Already done."

AN: Just trying to get rid of writer's block. Is it any good? Should I continue? Titanium should be updated within the next week. It's just a really hard chapter to write.