A/N: Sorry about Guilt Free, I guess I'll try to update that soon.

Beca Mitchell

Beca Mitchell watches through the window of her private jet as the landing comes closer and closer and it whizzes past the sign on the runway that says "Welcome to Barden".

She feels a tap on her shoulder and turns her head to find her manager and best friend, Jesse Swanson, giving her a crooked smile, "we're home Becs!"

Beca wants to feel more excited than she does, like, she's returning home after four years but she just isn't. So instead she lets out a sarcastic, "yay."

"Hey don't be like that, all celebrities have to take breaks. You're just coming off of tour and yeah," Jesse nods and moves his hands emphasizing his words. "Some crazy shit happened and the paps were all over it and you being away for a year will give it time to settle. You can work on your music in peace and quiet and then release it next year. No ones going to forget about you Beca. In fact they'll be going crazy with anticipation. I mean Justin Bieber did it. The people need time to recover, God knows you do too. Anyway, it's all over now, I've made sure no one will bug you while we're here. Just you and the music."

Beca doesn't say anything back while the pilot comes on and say they've successfully landed in his British accent, she rolls her eyes, like, obviously they've landed but she is grateful for the pilot.

Then she looks away from Jesse and asks, "and as my best friend?"

"It's going to be good for you to be back in a familiar surroundings Bec. The doctors say it will tempt you less being in a small, homey town like Barden. Not to mention we grew up here and then just left when we were eighteen. We haven't been back in so long. It's all going to be nostalgic and great." He tries and convinces her and Beca wants to trust him so much and she almost does but her life has shown her that she can't have anything good in her life. She just isn't that lucky.

"And if I hate it?"

Even though she isn't looking at Jesse she can practically feel him roll his eyes, "then sack up dude, it's only for a year."

Beca laughs, "you spend to much time around me."

"Ain't that the truth." Jesse helps Beca out of her seat. "Come on let's go, the people of Barden awaits us."

Beca hesitates, "what?"

Jesse sighs, "I'm kidding. No one should know you're coming."

Beca only nods not trusting her voice. On her way out she thanks the co-pilot but not the pilot, Luke Evans, since he doubles as her personal driver and is already waiting in her black, personalized, Cadillac Escalade for the two of them.

The sky has white fluffs of clouds which contrasts against the deep blue sky. The sun is out but is currently behind a cloud. There's just enough of a breeze to pick Beca's chocolate brown hair to pick up slightly. She steps off the plane and take a huge breath in, the wholesome air that Beca grew up on fills her lungs.

Jesse takes out his phone, "hey Becs, pose in front of your jet."

Beca's private jet which she had gotten as a 20th birthday gift from Beyoncé and Jay Z, is a platinum gold color and it had the words "BM Airlines" put on the side as a kind of a joke.

Beca gives Jesse an annoyed look, "I thought the point was to stay out of the spotlight."

"Relax, I'm not about to put it up on Instagram and tag the location. I just want it so we'll have a story to tell when we get back." He says, shrugging slightly.

"A story?" Beca asks, "you mean like a documentary?"

"Nope, just a home video of sorts."

She rolls your eyes, Jesse's true dream before agreeing to follow Beca to LA and be her manager was to score or direct films. He was always recording random moments and putting them together with the most fitting music, sometimes her own mashups and songs and making them have sentimental meaning.

"Fine," Beca gives in. "Do you want to like, record me getting off the jet?"

Jesse nods ecstatically, "yeah just as you would if I wasn't recording you."

He moves to get the best angle as Beca runs back up the stairs and then once Jesse gives her a thumbs up Beca goes down the stairs, unable to hide the slight smirk on her face.

"And...Cut!" He jogs over to her as they enter the airport. "That's going to be the first clip of, 'Beca's Break in Barden'."

Beca scrunches her face together in distaste, "you've made better titles."

The two of them go into the small airport to grab their bags, Beca's surprised when she's not immediately flocked with paparazzi like she normally is in LA. No one even does a double take of her or asks for a selfie. It could be because she has large sunglasses, an extra long white T-shirt and faded and blue denim skinny jeans on. Beca looks normal. She feels far from it but she's glad no ones surrounding her and asking about the 'incident'.

Beca takes her bags to Luke who's parked out front waiting for them. When he spots Beca, he hops out and takes the bags from her hands and puts them in the trunk.

"Hey Becky, where to?" Luke asks. Beca sighs when he calls her that because she hates that name but he refuses to not call her that so she allows him and only him to use that horrid nickname.

"Ask Jesse." Beca hops into the passenger seat. "You okay to be driving after flying for two hours?"

"Yeah I'm fine." Luke nods and takes off as soon as Jesse clicks his seat belt in. Thirty minutes later they pull up to an expensive looking apartment buildings in the heart of Barden. It's looks out of place with the town being so rustic and country but Beca sure as hell isn't living with anyone else.

Luke gets his own apartment neighboring Beca's and Jesse's shared one. The place is nice and roomy. It has three bedrooms, two of which have attached bathrooms. A big kitchen, a dining area, a living room and a studio room for Beca. The place was already furnished with couches, TV's, pictures and tables. Jesse's a really good organizer and planned ahead to ship some of their stuff there so it would look more home like once they arrived. And not that he would admit it but she knows the doctor suggested it when he told the two of them to move away from LA for a bit.

"So," Jesse says emerging from his room. "I'm going to go visit my Mom and Dad and then stop by at Benny's Coffee Shop, if you want to come?"

Beca's mind instantly jumps to your schedule and what Celebs she has to lunch, brunch or dine with. Beca shakes her head, she doesn't have a schedule anymore. "Can I shower first?"

"Course dude," Jesse says flopping on to the couch and turning on Netflix to watch a movie.

She grabs a black Yes No hoodie and grey tiny mesh shorts from her luggage as she goes into her bathroom. Jesse's hung up some photos, one of the two of them when they were about three (yes, 'cause that's how long we've both known each other) in a bathtub together, laughing gleefully at the bubbles surrounding them. Another one when of where both of them are ten at summer camp. Beca was in a lime green one piece caught in mid-slide going down a slip 'n slide while Jesse held a hose over it, his smile was one of pure joy. Beca likes what Jesse's done. Hanging water related photos. It's neat and really sweet. Not that she'd admit that.

Beca sighs, maybe that was her problem. She always hid the truth. She is always hiding the truth. She goes so far just to keep a certain image that she don't care that she's destroying herself in the process. At least she's admitting that to herself right now, that's a start right?

She's about to step in the shower when a certain picture catches her eye. It was taken a month before she turned eighteen. Two months before she left Barden. It's one of her wearing ray bans while standing with a huge grin on her face on the beach in a black bikini and black swim shorts. In front of her are candles, rose petals, balloons, seashells and sparklers displayed beautifully around. Behind her the sun is setting and there's a huge white banner that's says, "Will you go to Prom with me Stacie Conrad?" Beside her is Stacie, her tall, tan frame in a maroon color bikini and her hair mid flow in the wind. Her hands are pressed against her heart and she's grinning insanely huge.

Beca remembers arguing with Jesse about going over the top but Stacie's smile and the sex afterwards made it all worth it. Prom night itself couldn't even touch the day at the beach.

Beca starts to feel an itch. Not one that she can scratch to make go away. This itch could only leave with a pill or snorting or alcohol coursing through her veins. This itch would only go away with what she came here to avoid.

Maybe the doctors were wrong. Maybe this place will trigger her even more than if she just stuck it out in LA. Sure Jesse said this place would get her away from unwanted people but what about the people at Barden. Beca had ditched Stacie and forgotten about the tall brunette as soon as Residual Heat had signed her. What if you ran into Stacie here? Fuck. Was Stacie still living here? What about Aubrey Posen? Stacie's best friend would most definitely kick Beca's ass if they crossed paths.

A loud knock on the door makes Beca jump and pulls her out of her head, "Beca! You okay? I don't here a shower running. Come on dude!"

"Okay!" Beca yells back the itch persists the entire shower.

Once she's changed Beca and Jesse decide not to wake Luke up and walk to his parents house instead. It's about an hour walk but they could both use the exercise. It was good for Beca's recovering body.

Fifteen minutes later Beca's itch seems to increase. She's look around distractedly, playing with her sweater strings, randomly humming anything to keep her mind of the itch. That fucking piece of shit, itch.

Jesse seems to notice, "you good Bec?"

Beca nods, rolls and then shakes her head, "I'm gonna..."

Beca nods her head towards a small, what looks to be a chocolate and sweets store.

"You want chocolate?" He asks.

"I just want to check it out." It's a lie. She just don't want to be with Jesse. It'll make it easier to feed the itch if she doesn't have to stare into his innocent, loving, puppy dog eyes any longer. "You can go. I'll catch up."

He looks hesitant to leave Beca but the sun is setting and he did promise his parents he'll be there for dinner, "wanna just meet up at Benny's at ten?"

"Yeah sure," Beca's grateful that he wrongfully trusts her. "Tell the Mama and Papa Swanson I said hey and that I miss them and will visit soon."

"Will do. Beca please actually go to that store and stay out of trouble." Jesse says.

Beca nods and then sarcastically replies, "yes father."

"Promise me."

She bites her lip, "I promise."

Beca feels terrible.

Jesse mock salutes Beca and then continues on his stroll. Beca watches him and once he's out of sight. She turns ready to leave to try and find someone to sell you stuff when a voice stops her.

"You're really just going to break your friends promise like that?"

Beca turns and her already fucked up brain starts short circuiting when her eyes meet a pair of cerulean curious ones that she's never seen before.