AN: Hello. This is my very first and possibly only fanfiction. I've never ever read a fanfiction so I don't know how this works but yes anyway. I'm doing this story because my best friend asked me to after she read an english essay I wrote(begged really :P). This is her favourite pairing and I've only watched the movie once so if I get the characters wrong, I apologize in advance. Hope you like the story. :). It's most probably going to be long perhaps 15 to 20 chapters I'm not sure yet. I'll try to post new chapters everyday or at least after a week. No longer than that I promise. :)
P.S. The story is going to start of the same but it's going to be very different from the movie. Enjoy Bechloe with some Jesbrey too :)
I got it. Thanks." Beca slung her laptop bag over her shoulder and looked at the Barden University employee gratefully. He unloaded the rest of her bags from the taxi trunk and rolled them away. This is it. She sighed and looked around at the hustle and bustle of the campus. Her grey waistcoat, red shirt and dark jeans did not exactly blend with people on campus that were walking past her. And there were a lot of people There were people coming and going into every possible direction. Aside from people, there was that giant building that looked like Hogwarts. It had that pristine and sophisticated look she loathed but she'd have to get used to it. She was stuck here.
"HI THERE!" An annoyingly peachy sound interrupted her thoughts. "Welcome to Barden University. What dorm?" The blonde continued with that painful smile plastered on her face throughout the conversation. "Uh," Beca turned her head, raised her brows and backed her head a little, taken by surprise. "Baker Hall I think." She tried to smile in order to hide her discomfort. "Ok. So what you're gonna do is you're going to take a right through the double doors…" She began and Beca sighed. Her voice was irritating her ear drums more than that crappy Miley Cyrus "Party in the USA" song the taxi driver played on repeat the entire way.
"…Lay your weary head to rest! Don't you cry no more no!" The deep voice followed by sudden screech of tires coming to halt, made Beca cock her head in that direction. Inside the silver BMW was one of those super excited, 'My kid got a scholarship' type of couple but it was the person in the backseat that really caught Beca's attention. The boy with the light brown hair, which shimmered with the colour of dry leaves from sun pouring through the car's windscreen, was singing Carry On My Wayward son as if there was not a single person around. He saw Beca staring at him blankly and turned his face in her direction. A sly grin crossed his face as he started playing out an air guitar and singing the notes with the song in the background. Beca's eyes widened and she looked at the brown-eyed boy. He had the kind of face you would probably recognize in a crowd and would have a hard time forgetting. She smiled giving him the 'uh okay then' look before the car rolled away and the inertia of his body knocked him into his backseat.
"Your campus map and your Official BU rape whistle. Don't blow it unless it's actually happening" The squeaky voice came into focus once more and tormented Beca's ears. She looked at her vacantly and grabbed the whistle, holding it in between her teeth. This was going to be torture, she could feel it. She grasped her laptop bag tightly and made her towards the dormitories. It was the only thing that felt familiar and comfortable right now. She imagined what it would be like in LA right now, surrounded by top recording artists and state-of-the-art mixing equipment. The tangy smell of the lacquered wooden recording booth. She took a deep breath, imagining herself taking in that sweet smell. The minute she breathed out, the pesky chirping of birds and the lingering smell of trees filled her once more. If there was something she hated more than people, it was the wonders of Mother Nature. They were happy things and reminded her of how screwed up her life is. Happiness was an emotion that alienated her.
She pushed past the creaky black gate of housing section and casually looked around. Some of the newbies, were hugging their parents who were bursting into a fit of sobs after every other second, while others had decided to find comfort in the truck load of stuffed animals they had brought along. The old students were laying around in the grassy quad lazily. They were already in divided groups. The douche-bag guys were sitting on chairs and rating the newbies that walked past them; the stoners were lying underneath a tree and laughing uncontrollably; the 'honk if you love Jesus' people were eyeing all of them with disgust and finally the super cheery, girls with fabulous everything were walking past them like they didn't exist. Her eyes barely had a chance to adjust to all of this when a flash of red slammed into Beca's shoulder out of nowhere, almost throwing her off-balance.
"Dude!" She gritted her teeth and turned around to look at her attacker but all she saw was a mass of flaming red hair trying to run clumsily with a load books in her arms that was clearly visible from behind. She sighed and continued on her way seeing it wasn't the girls fault. She walked through the double doors of the dormitory building and made a right towards Baker Hall. The bland similar brown doors and the white washed walls in the passageway of Baker Hall made her feel as if she had just walked into a hospital. Reluctantly, she ambled and scanned the numbers on the doors.
"221…221…" She kept repeating and finally spotted the brown door that would be her home for at least 2 years until she could transfer into a single one; which would probably be the same except there would be one bed instead of two. Her other option was pledging a fraternity and living in a frat house but that would require her to socialize and besides, given her personality, nobody would be willing to take her. The third and 'not even if hell freezes over' option was living with her father who taught comparative literature at the university and was forcing her to attend college. She exhaled loudly and pushed open the door. The cramped room with its white washed wall lined with large shelves and the hospital beds on either corner greeted her. The large closet on the immediate right of her was no comfort either since it was almost fully cramped with her roommates clothing; with the exception of one hook and shelf that she had so graciously left for her.
Speaking of roommates, after looking at the room Beca faced the hunched figure on the desk chair who looked at her conspicuously. "Hey um, you must be Kimmy Jin. I'm Beca." She said, trying her best to be polite and welcoming. She had to spend two years with this girl in the same room and awkward tension between them would make this even more agonizing. The Korean girl however, kept her stance and continued to stare at her. "No English?" Beca tried once more but Kimmy Jin furrowed her brows and looked at her as if she was offended. She was definitely offended and Beca quickly remarked. "Yes English!" Upon no response and the deadly stare, Beca sighed. "Just tell me where you're at with English."
Realizing there was no point, Beca gave a slight nod in her direction and slid the bag off her shoulder, placing it beside the bed before slumping down on top of the bed herself. She retrieved her timetable from the pocket of her grey waistcoat and looked at it vacantly. First class, philosophy. Awesome, she thought and rolled her eyes. Her father had chosen the classes with the weirdest names for her. Physiology, Sociology…so many gys', she contemplated. She placed the schedule on the table next to her and got up from the bed. Perhaps unloading her stuff and making another mix might make her feel less tense. She unzipped her bags and started placing her laptop, mixing board, keyboard and headphones on the table behind her bed. Beca caught Kimmy Jin staring at the stuff momentarily and looking at it with a hint of disgust. A faint smirk registered on Beca's face. There was a particular kind of pleasantness in irking people who were disgusted by what she was. It made her feel right about the world; about how it was filled with judgmental people who took one look at her ear spike or her mixing equipment and ruled her off as a jobless, uneducated hippie.
Before she knew it, the rest of the world faded and she was busy making another mix. Making music, creating something unique and unthinkable out of something else, matching the bass lines…it drove a frenzy in her. Her body would pump up with adrenaline and the only thing that would matter was music.
"Hey this is campus police, hide your wine coolers!"
She would have ignored the voice completely if it wasn't so familiar. The door opened and she looked up. Just as she had suspected, her father's head popped out from behind with a goofy grin on his face. "Haha…it's your old man...making a funny" He smiled sheepishly and stepped inside.
"Chris Rock everybody," Beca remarked and rolled her eyes. Her father acted like those words had never left her mouth and proceeded to introduce himself to her roommate. "Hey, you must be Beca's roommate. I'm Dr. Mitchell, Beca's dad, I teach comparative literature here." He piped in a little more nicely than Beca had done. However, he received the same stares and glares from Kimmy Jin.
"Okay then," he looked taken aback by the unpleasantness of her roommate and redirected his attention to Beca. "So, when did you get here? How… did you get here?" He questioned but Beca had already forgotten he was here and returned to her mixing. He coughed slightly and Beca realized she had been asked a question.
"Took a cab. Didn't want to inconvenience you and Sheila." She stated, continuing to do her work. "Speaking of which, how is the stepmonster?" She smirked and busied herself with her laptop. It was clearly a rhetorical question but her father had either failed to notice or was ignoring it.
"She's fine. Thanks for asking. She's actually in Vegas at a con-"He started but Beca cut him short.
"Oh. No dad. I don't actually care. I just wanted to say 'stepmonster.'" She shrugged and looked at her father, who scowled. His face however, relaxed and he began to hopelessly try again.
"So have you been on the quad yet? Its springtime and students study on the gr-." He smiled genuinely and commenced to tell his daughter about the wonders of college but was cut yet again.
"I don't wanna study on the grass, dad. I wanna go to LA and make music. Start paying my dues." She shrugged and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Well you're getting a college education first. For free I might add. End of story." Her father's tone was stern this time and Beca could see there was no point arguing anymore. All she wanted was for her father to go, so she could lie down and sleep for the next 5 years of her miserable life.
"I'm going to the activities fair." Kimmy Jin interjected. She never thought, the first words out of her roommate's mouth would be so wonderful. She had found her escape.
"Me too." Beca said, slowly backing towards the door. "I'm going to the activities fair with my super close friend Kimmy Jin." She grinned and headed out the door before her father could say a word.
AN: The story is pretty much the same right now. Changes start from chapter 2 which will be posted tomorrow hopefully. I go over a lot of details so sometimes the chapters may be overly descriptive (bad habit I know).
Oh and I don't own pitch perfect and no hate to Miley Cyrus fans or Jesus it was totally intended as a better visual aid for the story. No disrespect. Please like and review if you like the story. Criticism of all sorts is appreciated. Thank you. :)