A/N: So I uploaded this as my first ever work on AO3, so if you follow me on tumblr, you'd find that you could have already read the first two chapters to this fic on there. But badabing-badaboom, I am uploading it here as well for everyone on FF, because I'm a FF type of girl. I post whenever I release a chapter on my tumblr, tonerforbhloe, so you can follow that. People on my AO3 will always get a first look, simply because it's my first ever AO3 fic. And that's just how that is! Anyways, on with it!.

"Don't you think it's a little weird that you couldn't tell Chloe about the internship but it was so easy to tell me?"

Beca scoffed. Was it weird? No, of course not. Chloe is so damn focused on the Bellas and it would have been really freaking hard to tell her after – I dunno – not telling her for months on end? She would totally flip, and then she'd do that face that Beca can't stand. We all know the one.

"Uh, no? You're my boyfriend, Jess,"

"Am I?" Her jaw hung low as she gawked at the boy. Her scoff wasn't purposely released, but it was damn well valid! He's her boyfriend, and I mean, she kisses him and stuff, doesn't she? She totally does! That's what couples do, they kiss. Sometimes his stubble annoys her, but it's not bad when they kiss. Not at all. And they get along, hell, she hasn't gotten along so good with anyone in a very long time. You know, besides a select few here and there. Like Chloe. Oh, and the other Bellas.

"Last time I checked, yeah?" She quipped. The boy sitting on the bed next to her inhaled a long breath before shaking his head slightly.

"I think I've always kind of been more of just a bestfriend." Her eyes narrowed at him as he talked, wanting him to explain more thoroughly because she had no fucking clue what he was going on about. This conversation – fight – argument- whatever, has never actually came up before. Their fights usually consisted about her lack of time for movie nights, or his tendency to use the wrong 'your' when texting. But this, this was a new one.

"Don't give me that 'I hate the world and I'm edgy' stare, actually listen to me for a second," Her brows furrowed before she stood up. His hands shot out, wanting her to wait, but no. This is what she does. She retreats, and that's exactly what she's going to do. And she'll do it fucking well, thank you very much.

"How does this conversation even mean anything anyways, like," She scrambled for her bag, slinging it over her shoulder whilst slipping her sneakers back on her feet.

"I've told Chloe about it, it's over, done, awes."

"Dude." Her hand reached for the door, glancing over her shoulder to take a look at the boy.

"You even sound like her." The small girl swallowed hard right before she stormed out of his dorm, and back to the Bella house.

What the actual fuck was that? She'd gone over because she agreed to watch one of those stupid sappy films her, most likely ex-boyfriend now, had wanted to watch. And he straight up began interrogating her. About Chloe. And then about her feelings, and all this junk. It wasn't relevant, like, how was it even relevant to still talk about why she didn't tell Chloe? Because she ended up telling her anyways. Okay, it kinda just came out in the heat of an argument – but she still told her.

A groan fell from her lips as she made her way through the front door, twisting her key from the lock before shutting it a bit more roughly than she usually would.

And the whole bestfriend boyfriend thing, what was that? He is her bestfriend, yeah, but he's her boyfriend too! Bestfriends don't kiss and do stuff, because she sure as hell doesn't do that stuff with Chloe.

A flash of pink tinted the brunette's cheeks for a second.

Ugh, Beca, just climb the stairs.

Yeah, those thoughts, no. Let's not think about the redhead like that. Reaching the top of the stairs, she noticed a little styrofoam container sitting on top of her desk. A few napkins were neatly piled right beside it, the very top sheet having a bit of ink on it. She dropped her bag beside her chair, and grasped the napkin between her fingers.

Knowing you, you'd be super hungry and totes forget

to grab anything to eat. No need to thank me! xoxo

-C

Her chest took on an odd sensation, but it's not all that unfamiliar and or unwelcome. She found herself catching her breath, before biting her cheek to keep that stupid grin that only Chloe brings out from taking over her face.

Okay, so she may have just had a breakup-fight with her boyfriend literally less than an hour ago, but Chloe doing things like this always brightens her day. It's kind of made her into a total softie. Like, she cuddles now, only with Chloe because she likes to be the big spoon and she doubts Jesse would be able to be the small spoon. And she'd never let him find out just how much she enjoys the act. She'd never let anyone discover it. But her favorite ginger knows her better than Beca knows herself. This little takeout delivery being a prime example.

With a content sigh, she placed the noted napkin into her top desk drawer along with the few others from previous times, and then proceeded to eat her room temperature Chinese food.

Chloe is actually a fucking treasure when you think about it. She can't put it into words how appreciative she is of the girl. Chloe looks out for her, and she has ever since Beca's freshmen year. It's so weird to think about that now, just how much she's changed because of the Bellas. Because of Chloe.

Her cheeks flushed momentarily again as she scarfed down an egg roll.

The piercings have slowly been taken out – except for a select few – her eye makeup is a little less similar to a raccoon, and her wardrobe has a bit more of the color spectrum featured in it. Less blacks and greys, more warm colors, but black is definitely still the favored color she wore.

Was it bad that Beca didn't feel heartbroken over Jesse right now? Or was it bad that she found herself thinking more about how she's changed since her little alternative first year at college, or specifically how someone's helped her change?

All good questions, all good questions indeed. She should really think long and hard about them – or evade them completely until backed into a corner. Yeah, she liked that second option more.

/

"You what?!"

Beca raised her shoulders and shut her eyes tightly. Why did she have to scream so loud? She was literally sitting right next to her.

"I just, called him and said it was over. But in all honesty," She tossed a wink her bestfriend's way to try and soothe her little moment of shock.

"It was mutual… I think." Beca shrugged then, as if it was the period to end her sentence. She watched the other girl intently from her spot on the couch, seeing her raise her eyebrows which was followed by a light shake of her red curls.

"I can't believe you guys broke up after what, four years together?" The brunette nodded. She couldn't really believe it herself either. She'd spent so much time being his girlfriend – or whatever – it'll be weird being single again. Oh God. She's single.

She let out a groan before she felt a soft hand snake into her own, intertwining her fingers with the ginger's effortlessly. They do this a lot.

"Hey, it'll be okay Becs. Everything happens for a reason." A small squeeze to her palm made the DJ sigh contently, giving her a squeeze right back.

"I know."

And I guess she did know, in some way, that all of this was for the best. She loves Jesse, sure, and she's attracted to him, he's a great guy all in all. But it was slowly not working anymore, they just weren't supposed to be together at this point in time.

"Let's do something to cheer you up!" Looking to her right, she watched as the redheaded super senior beamed brightly. She widened her eyes.

"No, Chlo, I just want to relax and not do whatever it is you're conspiring." The other girl's lips formed into a small pout, the enormous Chloe Beale grin dissipating at the brunette's words.

"Becaaaaa," She whined like a child, tugging on her hand momentarily.

"We don't have to leave the house if you don't want to." The other girl was giving her those puppy eyes, her lip protruding into a large pout. Beca over exaggerated her eye roll before huffing.

"Will there be vodka involved?"

The redhead's eyebrow quirked up as she gave her a lidded stare, her bright eyes darting to the carpet. Beca could feel the older woman's fingers begin to run along one of her knuckles, humming lowly from across the couch.

"Maybe."

"That's not good enough for me Beale," She lightly pinched Chloe's thumb, a small yelp coming from her. Oh what a baby, she didn't even pinch her that hard.

"I need consolation that there will be alcohol involved." The hand that was overlapped with her own was quickly pulled away. She missed the contact almost immediately, but she brushed that off. The redhead crossed her arms, scoffing whilst lifting her chin slightly.

"Is my presence not consoling enough?"

"Your presence is quite a comforting one actually," The taller girl gave her a disbelieving look. "Now give it back." Beca lifted her hand between them, waggling her fingers impatiently. Chloe paused looking back and forth between Beca's eyes – Beca keeping her face neutral – and her outstretched hand before sighing. Within a few seconds, she latched her hand back onto the brunette's.

"So, vodka?"