Strangers in the Night

A Pitch Perfect Story

Chapter 1:

Birthday Blues

Disclaimer: I do not own anything familiar.

Author's Note: The title comes from the Frank Sinatra song, which inspired this story. I originally started it with the intention that it was going to be a one-shot, but as I began writing it, I realized that it would wind up being an excessively long one-shot, or it would make a cute short story. I don't know exactly how many chapters it is going to be. It's AU, and Beca might seem a little OOC, but not by much. This story will very much be inspired by the song lyrics, but it will be well beyond them, too. This features only a small number of the PP family and a number of author-created characters. I'm stealing Beca's workplace from MFH, but this is NOT a part of that story in anyway. I just can't be creative and come up with the name of another record label at the moment. I hope you like it. It's got a fun twist ahead, and I think you'll all LOL when you read it. ;)

Friday, April 19, 2013

Today was Beca Mitchell's twenty-sixth birthday, and her best friends were taking her out to get "ass over head drunk." They were Stacie's words when she texted early that morning as Beca was getting ready for work, but the petite brunette had no idea what that even meant. The girls were going to meet for dinner first, because Aubrey, the kill-joy that she is, insisted that they all got something to eat first. Stacie called her a lame-ass, but Chloe had come to Aubrey's defense, saying that the dinner made sense, because then they could drink for longer, so Stacie begrudgingly agreed. Beca went straight home after work to change before a night of debauchery with her three best friends, rather than spending her usual half-hour flirting with the hot security guard in the lobby of Wharton Records. His name was Julio, and he was built like a Greek god. In fact, in one of her many flirt sessions with Julio, she had learned that he was half-Greek and half-Spanish, so he was tan with the sexiest dark eyes and hair. He was fucking gorgeous, which is why she took the time to flirt with him on her way out of work every day. She never let it go any farther than that, though, because he worked at her office, and how awkward would it be if she fucked the building's night shift security guy? It's not like it would be anything more than a fling (but, my God, would it be a great fling), and that would just make it uncomfortable with everyone involved. She gave him a smile, a wave, and a quick, "see you tomorrow, Julio" before she rushed out the door.

Once she got back to her apartment, a "cute" (Chloe's words) one-bedroom that was in Santa Monica, about a half-hour drive from Wharton's stomping grounds, as well as all of the usual places that Beca and the girls frequented, she slammed the door shut behind her and dropping her large black purse by door. As she strode to her bedroom, she stripped off her shirt and then proceeded to unbutton her jean shorts. Once in her room, she dropped the shirt in the hamper, finished stripping off her shorts, and then tore her underwear off, tossing all three garments into the hamper on top of the shirt. She brushed through her hair, pulling it into a messy bun on top of her head, and walked naked into the bathroom to start her shower. She then walked back into her bedroom, yanking the door to her closet open, rummaging through her clothes to find the perfect outfit for the night. She didn't normally wear dresses, but she knew that Chloe and Stacie would make a remark about how she was never going to get laid if she continued to dress like a lumberjack (she liked to wear a lot of plaid), and Aubrey would tell her that she looked like a lesbian, which pissed Beca off a lot. She liked lesbians; they were cool people, and just because Beca liked to wear not so feminine clothing didn't mean that she was automatically a lesbian, nor did it mean that for any other woman who didn't like looking like she stepped out of Stepford (God, that was the worst movie ever; it was the actual reason for why she stopped watching movies, not that she liked watching them much before seeing the Stepford Wives remake, but still—it was totally all Nicole Kidman and Matthew Broderick's fault), which is the style that Aubrey generally adhered to, or like a slut, which was Stacie's style all the time and Chloe's style most of the time. So, in order to avoid hearing all of that bullshit, Beca was going to wear a dress. She settled on a fire-engine red dress that was strapless and fell mid-thigh. It had a loose skirt with a fitted bust that she was told by Chloe when they went shopping one day that it made her boobs look great. She paired the dress with a pair of black strappy heels (she didn't own many heels, but she liked this pair). Once she dropped the dress and the shoes on her bed, she made her way back to her bathroom, pulling the hair tie out of her hair and tossing it onto the counter before she climbed into the shower.

Two and a half hours later, Beca, Stacie, Chloe, and Aubrey climbed out of a cab outside of the club they usually hit when they had a night on the town. They smiled to the bouncer, a huge black man by the name of Tiny (yes, his name tag read Tiny, and it was ironic); Tiny let them through the door without having to wait in line, much to the irritation of the rest of the people waiting. After the four of them found a table, Chloe and Stacie made their way to the bar, using their boobs and skintight dresses (and Beca uses that term loosely, because it looked like both of them were wearing teddies—although, with Stacie, that wouldn't surprise Beca one bit), to get cheaper drinks. "So, how has your birthday been so far, Beca?" Aubrey asked her while they waited for the other girls to get back to their table. Beca shrugged, wrapping a brown lock around her finger.

"It was okay, I guess." She responded, making her blonde friend frown.

"What's wrong?" Aubrey asked her, laying a hand on Beca's forearm.

"Nothing..." She stretched the word out, rolling her eyes. Aubrey didn't say anything, just continued to stare at her, making the brunette squirm with discomfort. "Nothing, Aubs. I'm just…I'm twenty-six years old, you know. I woke up today, and I realized what day it was. I thought to myself, is this it? Don't get me wrong, Aubs, I love spending time with you girls, and we all know I love alcohol, but I'm just….I don't know…" She trailed off, thinking about how none of that even made sense.

"I get it." Aubrey said after a moment, making Beca look at her in surprise. The blonde smiled warmly at Beca, twisting the glittering gold rings around her ring finger on her left hand. "You've reached that point in your life where everything is going right, and it seems like it is totally perfect, you know. It seems like you have everything you've always wanted—you're living in LA, you've got great friends, and you've got your dream job as a producer. But, you're bored."

"I'm not bored. Believe me, nothing about my job or this city or having you girls, especially Stacie, as my best friends is boring." Beca said, shaking her head.

"Okay, bored isn't the right word, but you are feeling pretty damn ambivalent. I mean, everything is so perfect, but something's missing, right? You woke up today, on your birthday, the day that is reminding you that you are one more year closer to death—I know, morose thought, but it's true—and you're thinking, is this all there is in life? Do I really have everything that I want? Now that all of your dreams have come true, now you want something more." Beca's jaw twitched, because she hated it when Aubrey was right. She did feel like she reached the top of the stairs, and now there was nowhere else to go. Sure, she could always make more music and make a bigger name for herself, but that wasn't really moving forward—or up, to continue with her stairs analogy.

"So, say you're right. Say I've reached a standstill, and I've all of the dreams that I thought that I wanted—LA and being a producer—what's next? What should be my next dream, then?"

"A boyfriend?" Aubrey suggested, making Beca groan and drop her head onto the table.

"God, you're like a walking excuse for the oppression of women, Aubrey." Beca said into the tabletop. "You're putting back feminism sixty years."

"Oh, shut up, Beca. I'm not saying that you need a man to be happy."

"Um, I think you are."

"No, I know for a fact that you can be happy without a man, as a single woman, but I think that you secretly want someone to share your life with. I think you look at how I am with Josh and how Chloe is with Evan, and you realize that you could like that. I'm not saying that the whole husband, one-point-eight children, or whatever that statistic is, the white picket fence, and a family dog thing is you…at all. Frankly, I think I would die of shock if you ever told me that you were getting married or were pregnant, but I think you have finally grown up enough to realize the whole sleeping around thing isn't fun anymore. Stacie still has her head in her ass and thinks with nothing but her vagina, but you're different. You're smarter." Beca rolled her eyes, because she knew that Aubrey didn't mean book smarts, because Stacie was the smartest of them all and was actually in medical school at USC.

"Exactly. I'm smarter. I know that marriage is bullshit, no offense. I know that it doesn't work, no offense. I just…I'm not dumb enough to think that there is a happily ever after for people. Again, no offense." Aubrey sighed, breathing heavily out of her nose, because her lips were pinched tight. She took a deep breath before she spoke to Beca.

"You're right that there is no such thing as the happily ever after that movies or books or television likes to portray." Aubrey said, pausing again to run a hand through her blonde hair. "It's hard work. Like, really fucking hard work." Beca's eyebrows rose, because Aubrey hardly ever cursed. "Josh and I work at it every day. I'm sure as hell not happy twenty-four-seven. Actually, I think about eighteen out of twenty-four hours of the day, I want to kill him."

"Then, why are you together?"

"Because those other six hours are spectacular and amazing and wonderful and fun and invigorating and splendid and whatever other great adjective you want to add there. Because I love him. Because he makes me feel like I'm the most important and best thing in his life, even when things suck between us. Does that make any sense?"

Beca nodded her head. She did get that. Aubrey complained a lot about her husband, Josh, when the four of them hung out together and on the phone to Beca in the evenings on the days that they didn't see each other, but when Beca was around the two of them, she saw how much they both loved each other. Even when Aubrey looked like she wanted to strangle Josh, she would give him this look that showed how much she didn't want it any other way. It was in those moments that Beca thought that it could be nice…to be in love. She didn't think that it was for her, though. She was a lone wolf. She was the kind of girl who spent all of her time focused on her work and occasionally hanging with her friends. Music was her whole world, and when she wasn't working, she was making her own mixes of random songs that she thought sounded good together. She was married to her music.

"Drinks!" Chloe cheered as she and Stacie arrived, setting down four drinks onto the table. Aubrey grabbed her fruity pink cocktail, sucking a cherry into her mouth and chewing it slowly as she watched Beca; the brunette grabbed her beer, taking a sip of it, staring off into space as she thought about her shitty childhood, watching her parents fight constantly over money, her father's job as a professor, Beca's maternal grandmother, where to live, where to go on family vacations—everything. Then, suddenly, the fighting stopped. Two and a half weeks later, her dad moved out—like really moved out as in not only out of the house, but out of Pennsylvania, accepting a job in Atlanta, Georgia at Barden University. Beca spent most of the next four years with just her mother, refusing to see her father, because he left her, especially after he began dating and later married the she-beast that is her step-monster, Sheila. "What's with the sourpuss, Birthday Girl?" Chloe asked, making Beca jump. She glanced up, seeing that all three of them were staring at her. She grimaced, taking another sip of her beer.

"I'm fine."

"Beca's bored of her life." Aubrey said, earning a glare from the petite brunette, which the blonde ignored. "She's achieved everything that she thought she wanted, and now she can't figure out what she wants next. I told her that I think she wants to fall in love."

"I told Aubrey that's she a dumbass and that I don't need a man to be happy." Beca snapped.

"I agree. I get totally bored when I sleep with the same guy twice." Stacie said, taking a sip of her own cocktail. "I mean, he's a hunter. He's not going to let me be tied down to one penis. Or to a penis at all. Sometimes a girl needs some lady-kisses." Beca rolled her eyes at her slutty friend.

"Well, I think you should totally get a boyfriend! Then, you could come to my wedding with him!" Chloe said, clapping her hands. "That way, you won't have to take your asshole boss with you."

"Luke's not an asshole." Beca scoffed.

"He's hot and British. I'd fuck him." Stacie said, grinning lecherously as she thought of Beca's boss. "Have you fucked him yet? Do you care if I do?"

"No, I haven't fucked him, and you're not going to, either. I don't need things to be awkward as fuck at work, okay!?" Stacie pouted at Beca over the rim of her drink glass. "What's wrong with bringing Luke to the wedding? He already said he would go with me, if I wanted a friendly face there."

"Because weddings are romantic and fun when you're with someone you care about, not some hot guy that you're not going to let yourself have sex with. Or, at least you're pretending like you won't screw him, even though we all know that you will and make things beyond awkward for you at work." Chloe said, sipping her rum and coke.

"Fine, I will go to the wedding stag, then." Chloe glared at her.

"You will not mess up my seating at the reception. A blank spot will ruin everything." Okay, Bridezilla Chloe was kind of scary, Beca thought.

"Relax. Drink your rum and coke." Beca told her. The redhead glared at her a little bit longer before her eyes softened.

"I know you're afraid of getting hurt, Beca, but you're only going to wind up hurting yourself by not giving yourself a chance to find love. Stacie's had boyfriends before…she's a sex addict, though, so she can't stop fucking other people." Stacie nodded her head, muttering something like 'that's true' into her drink. "I think you should give dating a try. I'm not saying you have to marry the guy, but don't bail the day after you have sex with him for the first time. Actually try dating him for a bit longer. Just give it a chance."

"Please, Beca's worse than I am when it comes to commitment," Stacie scoffed. "The second the orgasm is done, she's ready to move on, because it makes her feel a little too much. She's probably better off not having sex with the dude." Stacie meant it as a joke, but Beca groaned when she saw Aubrey's face light up. She grinned, which was rather ominous in Beca's opinion.

"That's a great idea, Stacie!" The taller brunette shook her head at Aubrey.

"I didn't mean that she actually doesn't have sex with the guy! That's torture."

"Oh, c'mon, not having sex with someone for awhile isn't that bad. It could be really good for you. Like Stacie said, you get all freaked out the second you get vulnerable with someone, and really, what's more vulnerable than having sex with someone?" Aubrey said. She looked at Chloe for help. "Chlo, tell them how much better sex with Evan got after you were exclusive. And, then again after you guys said you loved each other."

"That's totally true. Sex was great when he and I were first dating, but it got better after we decided to only see each other. Then, when we said that we loved each other, it was like…I don't know. It was really awesome. Then, sex after getting engaged…hottest it's ever been for me. Seriously." Chloe told Beca.

"And sex after marriage is even better than that." Aubrey supplied.

"Dude! No. No engagement. No marriage. No fucking way I'm going out and searching for a boyfriend. This is all ridiculous." Beca pointed her index finger at Aubrey. "You're fucking insane if you think that's happening."

"Beca, give it a shot. Try dating someone. You might find that you like sharing your life with another person. I'm not saying you won't be happy if you're single, but I'm saying that you might be even happier if you had someone else to share your life with. Someone to go home to every day after work. Someone to hold you when you have a bad day. Someone to complain about your parents to. Someone to make you smile and laugh."

"Um, I have all that with you three." Beca said, rolling her eyes. "I mean, before Chloe started seeing Evan exclusively, she spent almost every night at my apartment and in my bed. Bitch knows I hate cuddling." Chloe winked, finishing off the last of her drink.

"I get cold at night." Chloe told her.

"Yeah, but this person you get to kiss and have sex." Aubrey told her, ignoring Chloe's comment.

"If I really wanted to have sex with any one of you, I probably could. Evan and Josh would be totally cool with it." Beca took a big gulp of her beer. "Stacie's come onto me before, so I know I could definitely have sex with her if I wanted to."

"I prefer dick, but I'm down for some lady-loving anytime you want it, Beca." Stacie told her, also finishing off her drink.

"Uggh, you know what I mean, Beca." Aubrey said.

"No way."

"I dare you!" Beca stared at her blonde friend. Seriously, she was daring her? "I dare you to date someone. I also dare you to not go all the way with them for three months—if you were to meet him tonight, for example, you'd have to wait until at least July nineteenth before you two have sex."

"You're kidding, right? 'Go all the way?' What are you, a twelve year old girl, or a ninety-five year old woman? Who says that?" Beca said at the same time that Chloe said, "Seriously, Aubrey? You're gonna make her wait ninety days?"

"Ninety-one days." Stacie said, and all three of them turned to look at her. "What? It's ninety-one days. May has thirty-one days in it. Do some math, guys." Beca shook her head and then returned her gaze to Aubrey.

"You're fucking insane if you think I'm going to start dating someone and then not have sex for ninety-one days."

"So, you're not going to accept the dare. You know what that means?" Aubrey said, crossing her arms. She smirked at Beca. "That means that you know I'm right, that you want something more than just being a single girl whose whole world revolves around her job. That means that you're afraid of actually feeling something and giving a relationship a shot. That means that you're too chicken to actually give it a chance. That also means that you know as well as I do that you're too weak to go without sex for that long."

Beca glared at Aubrey. She was beyond pissed with her. "If I can't have sex for three months, neither can you." She said, making the blonde squirm with discomfort and embarrassment. "Yeah, you know as well as I do that it is utter bullshit to expect me to go without sex. You can't even follow that part of your own dare. Who's weak now?"

"It's not that…I totally would go through with that part of the dare if you would go through with all of it…" Aubrey sighed, chugging the last of her drink. "It's just that…we've decided to start trying to have a baby."

"Really?" All three girls looked at the blonde in shock. "Shit, if you get knocked up, that means that you're gonna be fat in your bridesmaid's dress!" Aubrey glared at Chloe, who blushed. "You know what I mean! I will have to change the concept of the dress!"

"Or, you could just assign us a certain color and type of fabric, and we all wear a dress that flatters our body types. Mix-matched bridal parties are in." Stacie told her.

"Oh, that is a really good idea!" Chloe grinned excitedly. "I get final approval for all dresses, though, because you would pick something horrendously slutty." She pointed at Stacie who winked.

"So, this dare…are you going to do it?" Stacie asked Beca.

"Nope. I'm not going three months without sex unless someone else does it, too."

"Well, I'm trying to get pregnant, so I'm out." Aubrey said.

"Um, hi, he won't let me go three months without sex." Stacie responded, pointing to her lower half, which was hidden beneath the table. The three girls turned to look at Chloe.

"What!? No freaking way!" Chloe shook her head, her red hair flying and smacking her in the face. "Evan and I aren't going to stop having sex just because Beca's a wimp."

"Hey! I'm not a wimp! I just can't believe you three are expecting me to do this, and none of you are willing to try it."

"I'm engaged. I'm planning a rather stressful wedding, and the best way to get Evan to agree to what I want has been with sex, which is also a fantastic stress reliever for me. There is no way in hell that I'm giving up sex."

"Chloe, just do it. Three months…just imagine how fantastic it is gonna be when you finally do have sex again. It will be like the ultimate foreplay of trying to hold off an orgasm for as long as possible." Aubrey said.

"Uggh!" Chloe dropped her head onto the tabletop. After a few moments of her groaning into the table, she lifted her head again. "When we say no sex, what does that mean?"

"Oh, good question!" Stacie said, her eyes twinkling.

"I can't go without all sex for the next three months. My fiancé would kill me and break up with me. I can't be a jilted bride!"

"He's not going to break up with you," Aubrey sighed, shaking her head. "Fine, we will break it down." She pulled her phone out and pulled up the notes app. She began typing into the phone. "Chloe is allowed to have sex with Evan until you find someone to go out with. Both of you are also allowed to masturbate all you want throughout the dare." Aubrey glanced between Beca and Chloe, who both nodded, deciding that sounded fair. "Starting the day of your first date, you have to wait two weeks before there is any above the belt touching." Chloe groaned.

"Two weeks without Evan being allowed to touch my boobs? That fucking sucks!"

"Shut up, Chloe." Aubrey told her. "No shirt removal for you, either." Chloe shook her head.

"No way. I'm not going to let my fiancé grab my boob like a high school kid trying to hookup with his girlfriend while her parents are home and needs to be prepared to get off her at a moment's notice."

"Fine, no bra removal, then. And, that means no mouth on the breasts, either." Aubrey said, making the necessary adjustments. "You then have to wait one month before any below the belt touching is allowed to occur." She said, typing on her phone, mumbling as she typed.

"That means no dry-humping, either!" Stacie added in, making Aubrey grin and type faster, adding that stipulation, whereas Chloe and Beca glared at her for 'helping.'

"Right, no rubbing your lower halves against the other person's. You're only allowed to touch his penis."

"Evan loves it when put my finger up there while I jerk him off or blow him." Beca and Aubrey looked at Chloe in horror, but Stacie just pulled a nail file out of her purse and began filing her nails.

"She's talking about stimulating the prostate, which gives the guy a really powerful orgasm. It's like the G-spot for a girl." Stacie said matter-of-factly. "Why do you think gay guys like being on the receiving end of anal sex so much?"

"Anyways…" Aubrey said, shaking her head. "Back to the below the belt stipulation, he is only allowed to touch you between your legs…or your butt?" She looked at Chloe, who grimaced at that.

"No way. That is a no-no zone for me." The redhead shook her head. "Yuck."

"Anal sex is pretty great. You guys should try it." Stacie said, not looking up from her nail file. "So, I think we've got it. No dry-sex, just mutual hand jobs and getting fingered during the below the belt fun. Moving on."

"Right, so you guys have to wait until the eight week mark for that part." Aubrey said, typing.

"Clothed or naked?" Chloe asked.

"Um, clothed? We wouldn't want it to accidentally go in at all." Beca started laughing then, because this whole thing was completely ridiculous. Chloe, Stacie, and Aubrey joined her within moments.

"This is ridiculous. This guy I'm supposed to date is gonna be allowed to see my crotch when he fingers me after eight weeks of dating, but then he has to wait two weeks before he's allowed to rub his dick against me and we have to put my underwear back on again in order to do it? Maybe we should put that part in ahead of hand jobs and fingering, as Stacie so elegantly put it, because it's kind of stupid to do it the other way."

"Fine." Aubrey fumbled slightly with her phone, deleting everything but the two-week above the belt rule.

"Also, you may as well throw out the bra, thing, as well. Evan's seen Chloe naked since their first date. It's gonna be weird if she wears a bra when he's touching her boobs. It's bad enough that you're making it fingers only on the boobs." Beca said. "And, the mouth on boobs thing should be allowed in when the dry-humping is allowed in." Aubrey sighed.

"Fine!" She began typing into her phone. "The revised version of this so far is as follows: at the two week mark, you guys are allowed to be completely topless with the guys, hands-only on the boobs. Then, you have to wait another two weeks before you're allowed to rub against each other, bottom halves fully-clothed. At this four week mark, you also allowed to have mouths involved with the breast touching." Aubrey glared at Beca and Chloe. "Does that work for you both?"

"Yup," they said at the same time.

"You guys have to wait another month before the mutual masturbation stuff. The stipulation here is that you have to keep underwear on while giving and receiving." Chloe and Beca exchanged a look, before shrugging at Aubrey.

"If we must…"

"Okay, at the ten week mark, you guys are allowed to have oral sex." Aubrey said, typing. "This means that you guys are allowed to be completely naked with the person now, but no intercourse—vaginal or…anal…if you're into that kind of thing," she said as she glanced at Stacie, who smirked, shoving her nail file back into her purse.

"It's a lot of fun…especially when you have your period."

"Thank God I'm on that three month birth control pill." Chloe said, shaking her head. "I will totally take an extra month before I let my period come just so that I can have sex with Evan at the end of this bet."

"Yeah, I agree…" Beca said, gulping the last of her beer.

"Okay, we have finally reached the twelve week mark. All forms of penetration are now allowed. Not only that, you will know that when the penetration actually happens, he will respect you and value you and care about you—maybe even love you," Aubrey laughed, making the other three grimace at her use of the word penetration.

"Seriously, there is no good time to use the word penetration." Beca spat, shivering with disgust. Aubrey rolled her eyes.

"Whatever. I'm emailing the rules to you both now."

"How can I be sure that Chloe is following orders?" Beca said.

"Believe me, you'll know that Evan and I aren't having sex," Chloe grumbled, crossing her arms.

"Good point. Chloe get's annoying when she has her period and can't have sex with Evan. Going three months without being penetrated will be even worse." Stacie said, earning another grimace from Beca and Chloe. She giggled. "I never realized how much fun it is to say the word 'penetrate.'"

"Stop." Beca said, holding up a hand. "I need another drink before someone says that word again."

"Me, too! I also need to get home and fuck my fiancé until I have to go to work again on Monday morning." Chloe said, standing up. "To the bar!" She said, marching off, with Stacie following.

"You know you're fucking insane, right?" Beca said to Aubrey, who shrugged her shoulders.

"This'll be fun, Beca. You'll see."

"Not really, Aubrey."

"Seriously, Beca? What is the worst thing that could happen? You find a guy that you actually like?"

"Or, he could realize that he's not getting laid and dumps my ass, thus solidifying my view that relationships suck ass."

"Fine, you mention during the first date that you want to take things slow. See what he says. If he seems fine with it, then you're good to go. If he seems uncomfortable with it, you dump him and move on to someone else. If he starts to pressure you to have sex, you can have sex with him, if you want, but then you don't date him anymore, and we start over with someone else. Unless you actually like him, and then the bet is over, because I will have won and you will have found a boyfriend." Beca groaned, shaking her head.

"Why did I agree to this?"

"Because you thought that no one would agree to go without sex as long as you were going without sex." Beca flipped Aubrey off. She hated when the blonde was right, especially several times throughout one night. Bitch.

"God, I need another drink," she groaned, making Aubrey chuckle.

"Happy fishing, Beca. You'll find a good catch. I have faith." Beca gave the blonde an incredulous look.

"You're such a dumbass." A few minutes later, the other girls arrived with a new round of drinks, ending all conversation about the bet. This was turning out to be the weirdest birthday of Beca's life.

Author's Note: So, what do you all think of the first chapter? I really shouldn't be starting yet another PP story, but I couldn't help it! I'm not sure how long it's going to be, but I'm excited to write it. It's going to get a T+ rating for language until some…sexier…moments start to happen in the later chapters. For all of my MFH fans, please don't worry—I will still be working on it!