The characters are from two different movies:
Pitch Perfect
John Tucker Must Die
(P.s. - Brittany Snow is in both movies mentioned above.)

The idea is somewhat loosely based from the tweets between Brittany Snow, Anna Kendrick and Sophia Bush. Obviously the tweets have nothing to do with a love triangle. This is where my imagination comes into play.


Chloe's P.o.v -
Beca Mitchell is in love with me. The issue isn't that she's a girl. The problem is that Beth Davis is also in love with me... Did I forget to mention they're both my best friends? So, even if I was interested, I wouldn't want to hurt anyone's feelings. I'd feel just terrible picking one over the other and am I even into girls? I'm quite puzzled in the head now, but I'm sure I'll figure something out. I always do. . .

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"Chloeee!" My best friend Beth practically shouted at me, except everyone else heard her too. She's pretty much the loudest girl at Barden, which tells you something.

"Oh, hey Beth... What's up?"

"Did you choose yet?"

I visibly flinched. "Choose what?"

I knew what she wanted to find out. I decided to play dumb and try to buy some time because I wasn't ready to give her an honest answer.

She shook her head and tapped her foot impatiently. "Don't even start. You know exactly what I'm asking," she solemnly stated.

"Um. You see... Well, I don't kn-"

"Look, I get that you don't want to hurt anyone's feelings. Beca and I are adults, so we can handle the truth Chloe."

But the truth hurts and she's right. I don't want to hurt anyone or leave them heartbroken. I can't do that. It's too cruel.

I couldn't look into her orbs, I was too nervous."C-could we possibly wait until Beca is present too?" I innocently questioned.

Beth saw my nerves and fidgeting. Maybe she felt sympathetic now. "Uh, sure Chloe. This isn't time for you to avoid answering my question, is it?"

She can read me like a book. Scratch that; she can read me better than one of her fashion magazines. I feel like she can see right through me...

"Of course not...why would I be avoiding anything?" I knew it was a lie and she probably did too. I couldn't even look her in the eyes when I told her that. I'm such a coward.

She put her fingers underneath my chin and gently lifted it so that we were both gazing into each others eyes. It startled me more than I wanted to admit.

"Chloe, do you like me?" She simply asked.

"Beth...p-please don't make me choose," I pleaded with clear desperation in my voice. I was practically hysterical at this point.

She sighed. "Just tell me how you feel? It's not hard. I can handle the truth. I've done it before. This is no different."

She said it as if this was nothing to her; like she didn't care if I chose her or not. How can she be so harsh?

I wiped a droplet from my tear ridden face. "You're acting like you've lost hope."

She scoffed and chuckled lightly. "How am I supposed to compete with DJ Beca Mitchell? She's everything I'm not and so much more..."

"Are you joking Beth? You're amazing and hilarious! Since when do you get self-conscious? You're the confident Beth Davis who won't take no as an answer."

"That's great that you think I'm amazing and hilarious. But I'm careful to not get too attached when it comes to love. I always come in second place."

I searched her eyes for a trace of hope. There wasn't any.

"My heart isn't something to play with. Is this a competition for you and Beca?" I said it more harshly than I intended to.

"No. This isn't some sick bet or a twisted game. It is two people that love you and who are going to fight for you. Except you get the last say and ultimately have to rip someone's heart out."

I couldn't control my emotions at this pivotal moment. I let my pitiful tears flow freely as I tried to stop my heart from bleeding.

"I-I don't w-wanna rip anyone's heart out," I managed to cry out.

"I don't think you have a choice," she said. "Don't cry Chloe, you'll make me cry. She softly wiped some tears off of my face. "Then I'll get emotionally attached and fall in love with you all over again. That's not fair."

I felt like she was making me pick; like it was an ultimatum.

"How can you be in love with me when I don't even know who I'm in love with or if I'm even in love? What if I don't choose either of you?"
I regretted asking that last question. I knew the answer already and it hurt. It hurt Beth more.

She reached out to hold onto my hands. She too is crying by now, and I think she's absolutely beautiful even if she doesn't.

"I guess you'll figure it out soon, won't you? If you don't choose one of us, then you'll have two people with their heart broken. I don't think you want that."

"I don't want to find out what love is because I don't want to fall in love. So you're right, I don't want to hurt anyone."

"You've probably already subconsciously fallen for one of us, so I think sparing our feelings is inevitable."

She's right. I can't pick both. I can only choose one.

"Beth, wait. I can...I will fix this. There's got to be a way for all of us to be happy. What if..." I trailed off because I couldn't think of anything legitimate.

"What if you could be in a relationship with both of us? What if, what if? Wouldn't that be something..Well you can't and you can't fix what doesn't need fixing. You just have to follow your heart, even if it means heartbreak for someone else."

"I didn't mean to make you angry. It's just; I don't want t-"

"The problem isn't whether or not you're making me angry. The problem is that you are always trying to please people. I never get to see what you want because you're so selfless. It's time for you to be selfish," she sternly replied.

"I don't know how to be selfish." I honestly don't.

"You better figure out how to be or you'll hurt the two of us more than you'll help. I have class, so I'll see you later, but you have to make a decision."

I nodded slowly and she walked off. I sunk down near my locker and sobbed uncontrollably. The shivers ran throughout my body and my heart was currently in a tug-of-war.

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"What's a pretty ginger crying for?" Beca teased as she knelt down beside me and caressed my cheek.

"Beca, I'm not in the mood. I'm sorry."

She sat down near me. "On a serious note, why are you crying?"

"Um...I was talking to Beth an-"

"What did she say or do to you?! I will personally go and kick her ass until she apologizes!"

"She wants me to choose."

"Choose what?"

"Not what, who."

"Okay then, who does she want you to choose?"

Beca was confused. She's going to kill Beth if...

"She wants me to choose between you and her," I nervously rush out.

I see her frown and get visibly shaken by the statement.

"I'm going to kill her! She made you cry and she thought she could just bully you into telling her! How dare her! I swear-"

"No! She has the right to know if I could ever be in love with her!"

"Are you in love with her?"

"I don't know. I don't know if I'm even in love right now," I said while tearing up again.

Beca looked saddened. "Please don't cry Chloe. I hate when you're hurting like this," she said as she tenderly wiped away the salty droplets on my tear-stained face while enveloping me in a much needed hug.

"I need to go talk to Beth. I promise I won't hurt her too badly. We'll talk more about this soon. Pinky swear that you won't cry when I leave," she said while sticking out her pinky.

"O-okay," I say as I interlace my pinky with hers. It was the most secure I've felt all day.

"Good. You should get to class."

I simply nodded, wanting to be back in the comfort of Beca's warm embrace.

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I love Pitch Perfect and John Tucker Must Die, so I couldn't help myself when the idea popped into my head. It's spontaneous, but sometimes the best ideas are the ones you aren't expecting. I cannot express how much I adore the three actresses in my story. Literally, they're perfect, even if this story doesn't do them justice! I've always done fairly well in English class. My weak point are the essays apparently. Sorry if it isn't that great, but on the bright side; I passed my English Writing class for college! So hopefully this means I'm not too terrible of a writer. After all, this isn't an essay and I'm not being forced to declare my "love" for poetry or analyze the forbidden love between Darcy and Elizabeth in Pride and Prejudice. You see, I actually like writing stories because I can write what I want and I'm not constrained to a teachers expectations. It's nice to write freely and get criticism that isn't from a teacher or authority figure. Sorry for carelessly rambling on about my life when I should be telling you guys and gals more about chapter 2, haha. Anyways... I'm going to stop before I write another whole freakin' story.

That went longer than I expected, but yea...I don't know if I'm much of an angst writer. But I tried! Any kind of reviews are welcomed:) Thanks for taking the time to read my poorly executed crossover.