A/N: Hey all! So, this fic combines two of my favourite things: Pitch Perfect and Life is Strange. This isn't a crossover: Beca and Chloe and all the other Pitch Perfect characters are inserted into the Life is Strange universe and replace its characters, so you don't need to have played Life is Strange to understand the fic at all.

If you have played the video game Life is Strange: Before the Storm, you'll see that this fic follows closely to Chloe Price and Rachel Amber's story (but with Beca Mitchell and Chloe Price replacing them) so this does contain spoilers for the game if you haven't played it yet... (and if you haven't played it, you really should).

Summary: Set in Acadia Bay (ACAdia Bay, get it?), Beca Mitchell attends Barden Academy and longs for something more in life. Feeling alone and lost since both her father and her best friend disappeared, her life is turned upside down when an unlikely saviour storms into her life.

Characters: A quick summary of the Pitch Perfect characters in place of Life is Strange characters:

Beca Mitchell replaces Chloe Price
Chloe Beale replaces Rachel Amber
Aubrey Posen replaces Victoria Chase
Jesse Swanson replaces Eliot
Cynthia-Rose and Benji replace Steph and Mikey
Stacie Conrad replaces Dana Ward
Jessica and Ashley replaces Taylor and Courtney

Other character replacements will occur as the story progresses, Fat Amy will definitely make an appearance as will others from Pitch Perfect in place of the ones from Life is Strange.

Pairings: Bechloe

Rating: T for now. Set to change.

TW: Alcohol/violence/minor drug use/death of a parent

Disclaimer: I do not own either Pitch Perfect or Life is Strange, but I adore both series so I hope I do them justice.

Chapter 1: "I once said I was better off just being dead, but I didn't know you yet"

The cool evening air whipped its way through her hair as Beca Mitchell stuffed her hands into the pockets of her hoodie and left her front yard. It was April in Acadia Bay, and the Oregon evenings still got pretty cold. She didn't care though; all that she cared about right now was that she was finally going to get to see Firewalk live. The music, the crowd, the atmosphere; Beca lived for music; and live music was one of the best things in the world.

Her mom had called after her as she left the house; something about curfew and not being back too late. Beca didn't care about that either. She'd found out about this "secret" gig online last minute and there was no way in hell she was going to miss it. No good bands ever seemed to roll up to Acadia Bay; just one of the many reasons Beca was determined to get out of there as soon as she could. Acadia Bay didn't have anything to offer, and she felt like she didn't have anything else to give in return. She missed her best friend (who had left for greener, more northern pastures 2 years earlier) and most of all, she missed her dad. Beca Mitchell was done with this town. The people, the lack of anything to do, Barden Academy... The gig tonight was going to be a brief escape.

Firewalk were playing at the Old Mill; an abandoned building a bit outside of town where the only real way to get there was to follow the train tracks. Twigs crunched beneath her scuffed boots as the sky grew darker and the buildings became fewer. Acadia Bay was a quiet, lazy town situated along the Oregon coast and was surrounded by woodland and beautiful views. None of that really mattered to Beca though; not since she'd been unable to shake the numb feeling of loneliness that had seemed to grow and grow over the past couple of years. Maybe her longing to leave this town for good would slowly fade away if she had someone to enjoy it with.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket but she felt no need to check it. She knew it was either one of two people; her mom asking her when she was going to be home or her friend/kind-of-ex Jesse who seemed to text her every hour of every day. Beca and Jesse both enjoyed the same music and that was around about where Beca's interest in him came to an end. That, and he was probably one of the only guys in Acadia Bay that didn't make her want to immediately projectile vomit.

They had fooled around together in the past and there was no doubt that Jesse was definitely still into Beca. It had been fun at the time and it was a good way to "test the waters" as such. From now on though, she was determined to try to keep him out of her pants. The only problem was, he was the only one that ever seemed to talk to her or have time for her. She did enjoy talking to him at times, mostly jabbing fun at his nerdish ways or about music. She longed for something more than that though. She longed for someone more.

Beca spent lunchtimes at Barden alone with her music blasting through her headphones and she could easily go a whole day without speaking to another student. She made an attempt to stay as hidden as possible, but her choice of dark eye make-up, multitude of ear piercings and her "don't talk to me" stare seemed to attract comments from people more than she'd like. Although she had the reputation of the "mute" at Barden, she made exceptions for calling people out on their bullshit, and she had no trouble sticking up for herself when the popular students made her feel like a freak; namely, queen bee Aubrey Posen and her followers Jessica and Ashley who worshipped the ground she walked on.

Beca tried not to think much of it though as she knew girls like Aubrey picked on other people for one reason only; everyone (including Aubrey) wanted to be Chloe Beale. Well, either be her or be with her. Chloe was beautiful, mysterious, and popular. She excelled in every class and above all, she was a genuinely nice human being who was kind to every single person. Not that she'd ever had a chance to be nice to Beca that is; Beca made sure to walk with her headphones in to avoid human interaction at any cost. Even if people were supposedly amazing and nice and friendly just like Chloe Beale, who's to say that one day they won't just abandon you? Or mistreat you? Or leave just like that? Just like her dad and her old best friend did...

Her feet began to ache as she walked along the train tracks and the sky above her was fully dark now, but she could finally see some lights and hear the low hums of a hard and fast punk bass line which made Beca's heart beat faster. She jogged forward and jumped over an old fence that definitely had some kind of "no trespassing" warning sign on it. She was finally there. There was a bonfire outside along with cars, bikes, and some rusty machinery. Two guys were fighting next to an RV and she heard glass smashing in the distance. Sketchy dudes hung around smoking outside and she saw a young drunk guy almost fall down the steps up to the mill.

"Shit..." Beca's heart sunk.

There was a bouncer by the door who had already seen her walking towards the place.

"Isn't it past your bedtime girl?" The towering bouncer called out to her and rolled his eyes.

"Bedtime? There's no bedtime when Firewalk are playing in my town. You've got to let me in, dude." Beca tried to play it as cool as she possibly could, but she had no idea how she was going to make this work since she wasn't 21 yet and she kind of looked like a teenage boy with long hair (Aubrey's words) at the best of times.

"Stop being cute and just split." The bouncer crossed his arms and sighed at her.

"I don't do cute." Being called cute was the last thing Beca needed right now; it added to her annoyance of not being able to see Firewalk. "I've been following this band for ages and I can handle myself. You're an idiot for wasting your time guarding this place instead of seeing the band."

"Look kid, I can't protect you in there. Anything happens to you? It's on me. I'm surprised the cops haven't turned up to shut it this thing down already." The bouncer took a drag from his cigarette.

"I don't need looking after," Beca started to square up to him; the situation right now probably looking ridiculous as the huge bouncer towered over her tiny self. "The only one that will need looking after is YOU if you don't let me in there, like... right now." She cringed at herself. Hard. But to her surprise, the bouncer stopped for a moment before laughing. Hard.

"For real? Oh man, that's the best thing I've heard all night." He stepped back. "You're alright kid. Go in. Knock yourself out... before you knock me out." He laughed and shook his head.

Beca couldn't believe her luck, but she wasn't about to question it any time soon. She sauntered past him, impressed with herself and more pumped than ever. The air inside was hazy from cigarette smoke and the smell of beer engulfed her nostrils. Taking a beer from the ice bucket in the corner, she eyed up the place and saw the entrance to where the band was playing. Just as she was about to walk through the door to the main room, she was knocked backwards by a drunk guy moshing and she fell into someone behind her holding a beer. It spilt all over him.

"Fuck..." Beca stepped back in surprise.

At first, the guy looked angry, looking at his friend and then back at Beca. He was tall, skinny, and stank of alcohol.

"Hey hey... looks like you bumped into me little lady." The two guys sneered at her.

"Yep. My bad dude."

"You don't know who I am, do you?" The skeevy guy blew cigarette smoke in her face.

"Nope. Don't care either." Beca pushed past them and away from the moshing crowd. She had a feeling it was best to get away from these guys ASAP, and it wasn't as if her short ass could see anything from the back of the crowd anyway.

"Let me know how that works out for you!" The mad dude with the beer called after her. She ignored him. "Bitch!"

She shrugged them off; there were more important matters at stake. She had a much better idea. She turned to walk up the wooden stairs in the corner of the building which led to the roof and rafters of the Old Mill above the crowd; she was about to get the best seat in the house. The previous song finished and the drum roll began of her favourite Firewalk song ever. She ran forward to the edge of the rotting floorboards on the top floor and looked down below at the stage. Lights flashed and the amplifiers were set to full; Beca was in heaven. She hung her legs over the edge and nodded her head to the music; letting it fill her ears and her veins with everything she loved. Beca cracked open the beer and savoured the taste as the cold liquid ran down her throat. She leant back and lay down to take it in the music fully. She closed her eyes.

"You spilled my beer, bitch."

Beca frowned, seeing the two guys from downstairs standing over her demonically. Was this dude for real? There was no way her Firewalk experience was going to be interrupted for this. He followed her up here to start on her AGAIN about his stupid beer?

"You should be more careful, it's a rough place." Beca got up and crossed her arms at him. There was no way she had time for assholes like this. Not tonight.

"I don't like your attitude." The gross guy squared up to Beca, looking down at her.

"You don't like my attitude?" Beca questioned him. "Then why don't I show you how much it pisses me off when assholes like you get butthurt over a spilled beer..."

His friend nudged him. "I think she's calling you out, dude."

"She's going to regret this. Every. Word." He squared up closer to Beca, pointing in her face. "I'm going to teach this little punk some manners."

Beca started to panic; realising that behind her was the edge of the old wooden floorboards from where the top floor had fallen in. If he kept going, she'd fall down from quite a height and she could really do with that like, NOT happening right now. Her heart raced.

"I'm serious man." Beca panicked. "I really don't wanna get angry. It won't be pretty either... it won't..." She backed up further, glancing behind her; very aware of how quickly the ledge was approaching.

He lifted his beer bottle and smashed it on the pillar in front of her.

Her breath hitched.

He grabbed her arm.

He held the razor-sharp broken bottle in front of her.

"Hey! Dickhead!"

The guy looked behind at the unknown voice who had shouted at him. He was distracted and now was Beca's chance. She remembered the beer she'd been drinking was still in her hand, and strengthened her grip around it. Taking a deep breath, she swung it hard enough to knock it to his head and for him to let go of her arm. He fell to the floor. Before she could run, his friend swung a punch at her and got her right in the eye. Pain seared to her face but she didn't care. She ran for it, covering her eye and bumping into the voice which had caused the distraction in the first place.

Beca uncovered her eye to look at her saviour. Bright blue eyes were looking right back at her with concern; her eye make-up fierce and her red hair tied up into a quiff and high ponytail. She was wearing almost all black, except for a single bright blue feather earring in her left ear which matched her eyes uncannily. Her jacket was killer, with amazing boots to match. That's when Beca realised.

"Chloe?!" Beca took a step back, trying to process the whole situation.

Chloe looked at Beca then back at the guys. The dude Beca had knocked to the floor had started to get up.

"Come on!" Chloe grabbed Beca's hand and began leading her down the steps. Chloe blew a sarcastic kiss to the guys who started on Beca, pulling her away with force. Beca also kissed her hand; giving them the middle finger instead of blowing a kiss.

What was happening right now? Was this real? Her heart was pounding and she could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins. Had Beca actually been knocked out by the skeevy dude earlier? Did she have a concussion? Was Chloe Beale actually at a Firewalk concert? Was she really being saved and swept away by her right now?

Before she knew it, she was downstairs in the mill and being led through the crowd by Chloe; their hands entwined. Beca didn't have the words or the time to process the whole situation, but she didn't feel like she needed to. All she knew was that Chloe, the most popular, beautiful, intelligent student at Barden (and probably in the whole of Acadia Bay from the way people talked about her) had saved her ass and was holding on tightly to her hand. Chloe manoeuvred in and out of people in the crowd, finally stopping and pulling Beca forwards when she was right at the very front. The band were right there in front of them on stage; heavy and loud music filled her ears and the buzz was so intense that it was almost overwhelming. She looked at Chloe who was jumping up and down and shouting the lyrics; Beca followed suit.

She couldn't take her eyes off her.