Just saw Pitch Perfect 2 and wow... They didn't give us a Bechloe kiss or anything, but they did have A LOT of small parts hinting at Bechloe. For any of you that have seen it, remember that tent scene? I died in the theater. Anyways, let's see where this goes I suppose.

The year went by quickly, a bit too soon for the Bellas. They all sailed in their own directions of their dreams. Beca owning her own label, her very first artist being of course, Emily. Fat Amy now works as a police officer at Barden PD. Chloe set out to discover herself and her path. Stacie owns her very own spa, her passion being cuticle care and helping others relax. Cynthia Rose works along side Beca, music being where she wanted to settle.

Beca found herself twirling rather fast in her spinny chair, her legs tucked under herself as she circled. Once she stopped, and the room was no longer spinning, the small brunette stood up from her sitting position to walk out of her office.

She crossed the threshold with a content sigh, closing and locking the door behind her. It had been a long day and she always became bored and tired around this time at the studio. Quickly checking her phone for the time, she clacked her boots across the hallway, waving at some of the workers as she passed.

Seeing Cynthia Rose across the hall, a small smile made its way on Beca's face. Her feet carried her to the other girl in a few seconds, but Cynthia Rose's eyes were glued to her smart phone.

The smaller girl waved her hand once with no sign of attention from the taller girl. It wasn't until Beca had snapped her fingers multiple times that Cynthia's eyes finally acknowledged the brunette in front of her.

"Oh, sorry Beca, didn't see ya there." Beca shook her head a bit, thinking for a split second that it was a short joke.

"It's cool. My phone's pretty interesting too." She said a bit sarcastically. Cynthia Rose chuckled lightly before waving a hand at her friend.

"You'll never guess who texted me today." Beca thought for a second. She shrugged at the other girl, not really having a clue.

"Aubrey Posen." Beca's jaw hit the floor as she gawked at Cynthia Rose.

"Aubrey..." The other girl nodded with a smirk.

"Aubrey, as in Aubrey Posen?"

"That's what I said." Beca was still a bit baffled.

"As in," Her hands went up and then fell down. "-bear traps every where Aubrey Posen?" Her friend nodded, showing her phone to the smaller girl.

Yep. That was indeed a text from the kraken herself. Beca smiled at the text, finding herself wondering what happened to everyone else.

"What's she been up to?" Beca asked, beginning to walk to the elevator with Cynthia Rose. She shoved her hands into her leather jacket's pockets as she waited for a reply.

"She said the retreat has been going strong ever since it got out that the Bellas were there." Beca nodded as she listened.

Once they reached the elevator, Beca pushed the button to her left. The smaller girl heard her friend's phone go off and watched as she read the text.

"Holy shit..." Cynthia Rose mumbled. Beca's eyebrows furrowed, her eyes scanning the taller girl's face.

"Aubrey is throwing a Bella party in New York. She said she's paying for everyone to fly out!" Beca faced her friend, grabbing her shoulders with a gigantic smile.

"Oh my gosh!" They hugged and then they both headed back home to clear their schedules for three weeks.

The day had finally come. The day in which the girls would fly to New York city. Beca was not happy. Why you ask? She doesn't do airports. The food is too expensive and crappy, there are never any open outlets, and the people always stare at her. Beca has no idea why they stare. Maybe it's her 'ear monstrosities', that's what Aubrey always stared at when they first met. Is it her I don't give a fuck attitude? She hasn't been showing that all too much lately, at least she thinks she's grown out of it. Mostly.

She was tapping her carry on with her fingers as she stood outside the bathroom. Cynthia Rose apparently hates airplanes and Beca insisted that she not eat before they flew, no matter how hungry she was. But no, it was Taco Bell. And so here we are, adding on another reason as to why Beca hates airports. And why are people staring at her so early into this trip?!

Beca groaned out loud, adding a small childish kick at the floor.

"It'll all be worth it." She whispered to herself, adding a forced smile that didn't come along with any real happiness. Well, it was all she could do to convince herself at the moment.

Her friend finally came out of the bathroom. One hand clutching her stomach, the other holding her laptop bag.

Beca gave her a look, a look saying I told you so. Cynthia Rose sent a glare at the smaller girl, shaking her head a bit. Beca chuckled, patting Cynthia's back a couple times.

"C'mon C.R, we are at gate 4B."

The two girls flew coach of course, and so they had seats a bit away from each other. Beca was lucky enough to have the first row, having no one in front of her. She glanced behind herself to see Cynthia Rose get seated by a very loud and overweighted gentleman. Beca laughed internally, snickering at her friend. She was tossed a middle finger in reply which just made it even more hilarious. Shaking her head as she sat back down, she tried to ignore the person who was going to sit next to her. Her headphones that were too big for her head drowned out everything.

She was about to fall asleep as they were done seating people down. But there was a tap on her shoulder. She assumed she was just bumped by the person next to her and so she didn't open her eyes. But then she was tapped again. Four more times to be more specific. She was about to choke out this person, but right as she opened her eyes, she started choking.

It was no other than Chloe fucking Beale.

"Beale?!" Since her headphones were blasting very loud music, and she was too startled to take them off, she was practically yelling at the redhead. Chloe pushed her headphones down for her, that bright smile making memories come flooding in. She of course goes straight for the hug, and it takes the brunette a second to realize what's happening. After she had come to terms that Chloe is right in front of her, squeazing the daylight out of her, she wrapped her small arms around the blue eyed beauty.

"Beca! It's been forever!" Beca was still hugging the other girl tight for about ten seconds, until it had to come to an end. The seatbelt light came on.

"What are you doing in L.A?" Beca asked as she calmed down. Chloe's smile seemed to have dropped a bit, but a small one was still present.

"Well," Chloe fiddled with her fingers for a second and Beca saw what looked like a ring on her left finger.

"You remember Tom, right?"

Beca doesn't really know why, but there was a sudden pit in her stomach. As if the small bit of happiness she got from seeing Chloe had vanished, and turned to pure anger. She did her very best at not showing it though. Trying to bite back her comments on the douchebag, she smiled towards her old friend.

"Guy that broke your heart more times than I can count on my fingers from college?"

Well, I did say that she tried. Chloe slouched in her seat a bit. She was visibly exhausted. Beca started to think that Chloe got that a lot when she told people about... Him.

Beca never got why such a nice, smart, talented, and amazing girl would choose such a dick of a guy. But one look at Chloe right now, the smaller girl quickly apologized.

"Chlo, I'm sorry. I know people can change." Beca said that but didn't believe a word she fed to her. She just didn't want to see Chloe like that because of something that she said. The redhead smiled, and sighed.

"Anyways, we were having a vacation in SanFran." Beca nodded, listening with all her attention. There was a pause between the two, just staring at each other. Chloe's smile got even bigger if that were possible, and she intertwined her left hand with Beca's right. The small action sent chills all the way down Beca's spine. She shook it off, and smiled at Chloe.

"You look good Beca." Beca could feel the heat rising to her cheeks and she coughed in attempt to make it go away. She will not blush.

"Thanks, uh you too." She replied awkwardly. She turned her head to look out her window as the plane was beginning to take off, her hand still firmly in the redhead's.

This ought to be interesting. Beca thought to herself.