Author's note: Hello reader! I am a Bechloe shipper and I have decided to take out my stress by battling writing a fanfiction about a relationship that should be canon. I should warn you that there is a trigger warning, but for this chapter, it is not so serious and if I was okay writing it, I believe you will probably be okay reading it. If you're worried, just don't read it. :D I hope you enjoy it. I also apologize in ahead of time for any typos. It's currently 3:36 AM and I am having trouble sleeping.

Also, I do not own Pitch Perfect. Otherwise, Bechloe would be canon, wouldn't it? :D

Also also, the title of this story comes from a song by The Head and the Heart titled "Let's Be Still". So that doesn't belong to me either.

Enjoy!

Beca Mitchell's life had never been anything that would be considered easy. Her dad, being a teacher, had always seemed to put kids he wasn't even related to before his own kin. Mrs. Mitchell, on the other hand, was Beca's right hand man; she was always there to support her daughter when she was in need (which was often the case during her early teenage years). But ever since Mrs. Mitchell had lost her parents in a tragic accident involving a deer, something not typically fatal, she grew absent. Her love for her daughter never died; it just didn't seem to be there anymore. She relied on alcohol to deal with the pain she felt on a daily basis. Though their relationship was never was abusive, the lack of emotion and life that she had hurt Beca on a deep emotional level.

After the accident, Beca took a gap year after graduating high school to be by her grieving mother's side. She began to resemble a shell. It never got better with time, and eventually, Dr. Mitchell decided that there was nothing more Beca could do. He forced her to attend the college he taught at while Mrs. Mitchell stayed with an aunt.

What Beca's father did not know (being that he divorced Beca's mother 9 months before the accident and never visiting) is that Beca's problems from the past had resurfaced. The rock she had to hold onto turned into a mere pebble, swept away by the waves of grief that overcame her as she drowned in alcohol.

The Mitchells had sent Beca to a therapist as a young teenager. The problems gradually became less prominent. She became her old self again.
But without her mother being there, and actually being there, the dark cloud hung above her head again and everything had gone spiraling downward from then on.

Beca had nearly settled into her dorm with her antisocial and curt flatmate, Kimmy Jin, when Dr. Mitchell walked in.

"Dad, I really don't want to be here,"

"Becs, there's nothing else you can do. Your mom is with Aunt Natalia and you're here, getting a college education. For free, might I add."

"Do you not understand that music is my life? That making music is what I am destined to do? Or are you too busy fucking your coworkers to come home once and a while and see that?"

"You know that's definitely not true. Sure, maybe I've made my mistakes when it comes to Mom, but I've grown. Anyway, we have been separated for awhile. I've remarried, now. Remarried, with a stable wife, a stable job, and a stable child." He emphasized the word stable so nonchalantly, mocking Mrs. Mitchell's downfall.

The last one hurt Beca. Her own father hadn't noticed that she was stuck in a pitfall.. Not that she expected him to notice, but she wanted him to more than anything. She had no one else to turn to.

"I need to make music, Dad. Is it that hard to comprehend? You're a teacher. You can't be that big of an idiot. Why are you ignoring me like you ignored Mom when she needed it?"

"If you can make it through this one year of college, you can go off to LA. Become P Diddy, if you really must. I'll help you pay for it. But you need to be involved. Join a club, do well in your classes. You know what I expect of you. You're a smart girl, Becs. Don't waste it by pursuing a hobby."

"Fine, dad. You'd better follow through, because this isn't a game to me. But now my new friend Kimmy Jin and I are going to the activities fair."

At the activities fair, nothing stood out to Beca. She thought she had found her place when she had found a stand that said "DJ" on it, but unless she was a "Deaf Jew," she definitely didn't belong there.

After meandering around the painfully boring activities fair, she had finally found something - well, someone - interesting. At one of the acapella group tables, two girls were trying to recruit singers for the Barden Bellas. She had no interest in singing Mariah Carey chart toppers, but she did have an interest in getting to know the red haired, blue eyed girl that was running the table.

"I don't really sing," Beca lied as she tried to suppress her infatuation for a girl she had never even spoke to before. She couldn't have been in love. Love doesn't happen like that. It was lust; love doesn't happen so suddenly.

After Beca had told the girls that singing acapella was pretty lame, she felt as if she'd kicked a puppy. The look in the beautiful ginger's eyes was enough to make anyone want to rip their heart out of their chest. She had deeply hurt her, she thought. She had insulted something this flawless girl, whoever she was, was passionate about. She found that it was her time to leave, and walked away, hating herself for the remainder of the day.

After mixing a few songs to distract herself from the self-loathing she felt, she decided maybe a shower would help her relax since even music wasn't. She grabbed her basket of toiletries and made her way to the showers, assuming they would be empty being that it was nearly 2 in the morning.

She sand her own rendition of David Guetta's "Titanium," assuming she was alone, and got into the shower. While she rummaged through her basket of shampoos and other shower items, she came upon her razor that she kept on the very bottom; the razor that bought from an art store. They were always the best, though the hardest to get her hands on.

Every thought from the day rushed through her - primarily the bad ones - she she was overwhelmed with guilt.
Your mother is hurting and you're not there to help her.
You insulted her... For no reason. Someone you didn't even know. You don't know what they're fucking dealing with. Maybe acapella helps her like mixing music helps you.
Your roommate hates you. Don't forget about that.
Your father thinks you're a failure.
You ARE failure.

She dropped to her knees when the thoughts hit her like a train; she had almost started crying and taking it out on herself on thigh when she heard footsteps approaching. She collected herself as she had trained herself to do (after many a close call), and felt exposed when the angelic red head had opened the shower curtain. She had almost been caught by this stranger. Her heart was in her throat.

"You were singing David Guetta, right? You CAN sing!"

Trying to act as naturally as possible, she, with disbelief, asked the girl if she really knew who David Guetta was.

"Of course I know who David Guetta is. Have I been living under a rock?"

She went on about how "Titanium" was her "lady jam" which made Beca uncomfortable. She didn't hate it, though. She was naked in the shower. Naked in the shower with a very fit girl.

"Sing it for me? I'm not leaving until you sing."

She said no at first. After puppy eyes, she could not resist (especially because she had already offended her by insulting one of her hobbies). Hesitantly, Beca began to sing. Soon after, the ginger girl chimed in with her heaven-sent voice. After finishing the song, the red head finally told her her name.

"I'm Chloe, by the way. Chloe Beale. And since we know we live in the same building, I really hope we will see a lot of each other. Also, auditions are tomorrow, and I'm going to see you there," she said with a smirk.

"..I'll see you there," she repeated as she walked away without giving Beca a chance to respond.

I hope this satisfied you for now. I will hopefully update this speedily.. if you really would like me to. If not, I probably will anyway. Goodbye, bud, and keep your head up :D