sup? just trying out a new kind of pairing. I read this ship all the time so I figured I would write one.

"Beca, why don't you go play outside? It's a beautiful day," Mrs. Mitchell said.

"It's cold in here and there are kids I don't know out there," Beca replied.

"That's why you go make friends."

"I can't."

Mrs. Mitchell rolled her eyes at her 6 year old. "Yes, you can. Come on. We're going outside to that park."

Beca groaned, but put her light-up sneakers on anyway and walked to park with her mom. As they got closer to the park she saw kids her age and their parents. But the sight that really caught her eyes was a small girl with fiery red hair and a glowing smile. Beca was in deep thought, so she didn't notice that her mother had let go of her hand and that she was walking towards the girl. When Beca was in a small distance of the girl, a boy stood in front of her. He had brown hair and pudgy face.

"Who are you?" the boy asked.

"I'm Beca," she timidly answered.

The boy looked her over. Beca stood there quietly and awkwardly as he stared. The boy opened his mouth to speak but the red-headed girl butted in.

"Hi!" she said cheerfully. "Tom, stop staring. You're making her feel weird."

"She looks weird," he sneered.

Beca's eyes started to water and she turned around quickly, walking as fast as she could to her mom. When her mom asked what was wrong, Beca didn't reply. She just kept walking and ran inside her house, up to her room. A few moments later, the doorbell rang.

"Beca, someone's here for you," her mom called.

The brunette walked down the stairs and saw the red-head from the park earlier. Beca walked towards her, but hid behind her mothers legs.

"Tom isn't with you, is he?"

The girl shook her head. "Nope. Just me. I'm Chloe by the way."

"Hi, Chloe," Beca muttered.

"I was wondering if you'd like to pick flowers with me."

Beca made a face. "Pick flowers?"

Chloe giggled. "Yeah. Pick flowers. I promise it will be fun."

"Okay. Can I go, momma?"

Mrs. Mitchell smiled. "Yes, just make sure you're home before dark."

"I will, momma."

Chloe smiled brightly and pulled Beca along. When they reached the top, Chloe sat down in front of a group of flowers and started picking them.

"These are carnations. They're my absolute favorite," she told Beca.

Beca watched the girl closely and admired her red-hair and bright smile. What Beca loved the most was the color of her eyes. They were just so blue. She could stare at Chloe's eyes for the rest of her life.

"Why are you staring, Beca?" Chloe asked happily.

I don't think this girl is ever unhappy, Beca thought.

The brunette blushed. "You're just really pretty, that's all."

It was Chloe's turn to blush. The red-head stood up, walked over to Beca, and pressed her lips to hers. When Chloe pulled away, Beca was grinning, but confused all the same.

"What was that?"

"A kiss. My mommy gives one to my daddy whenever he makes her happy.'

"I make you happy?"

"You're always gonna make me happy, Becs. I know it," Chloe beamed.

Beca smiled at the nickname. "Alright, Red."

Since that day, it became official. Beca Mitchell and Chloe Beale were inseparable. They did everything together and usually used up their parents' cameras taking silly pictures of themselves. When Beca's parents divorced, Chloe was there in an instant to comfort her best friend. When Chloe's brother went to the Army, Beca was there to cheer her up. Then Chloe moved away when Beca was 10. They promised to stay in touch, but never did. Now, both girls are attending college with no recollection of who the other is. Beca walks around Barden University when she's suddenly stopped.

"Any interest in joining our a capella group?"