Beca stomach grumbled loudly.

And by loudly, I mean somebody would probably be able to hear it from 40 metres away.

And when Beca's stomach is hungry, she cannot help but obey it. She is helpless against the persuasive arguments of her stomach. A tasty chocolate bar would be good, Beca thought, standing up from her seat and wandering through the halls a little frustrated because no matter how many corners she turned, there was no vending machine that would supply her with her much needed chocolate.

Finally though, after an eternity (2 minutes) she walked down one corridor and noticed a large rectangular machine that appeared to be making sounds of struggle. Upon closer inspection however, Beca realised that a woman appeared to be kneeling on the floor, trying to get her hand out.

"Are you ok?" Beca asked, tentatively approaching the woman. Despite her increasing hunger, and her mind telling her that it's yet another annoying obstacle in her way to satiation, she wasn't that rude.

"Uh," The red head spluttered, a deep blush spreading on her cheeks and down her neck, "I…I- my hands stuck. Do you, do you think you can help me?" She cringed. This was awkward.

A moment passed and honestly the woman thought that the short brunette would carry on with her life as if she hadn't seen a struggling stranger, being the cruel person she was, but in actuality Beca was finding it difficult to function due to the impossibly blue eyes literally staring into her soul and her general appearance.

"I- I, sure. Sure. But, erm…I don't really know how I can help." Beca fidgeted with her hands as she stood on her tiptoes, unsure of what else she could do instead of just…standing there.

"Maybe you could pull my arm with me?" She suggested, beckoning Beca to approach. "I'm Chloe by the way."

"Beca," she returned before grabbing Chloe's arm and tugging gently, not wanting to hurt her.

"Pull harder." She urged.

So Beca tugged a little harder,

and a little harder,

even more,

with more force,

she began biting her lip in determination,

(trust me, it was really intense)

and with one final pull, the two fell back in an awkward heap, the momentum from pulling so hard causing them to crash into each other and bang their heads on the hard floor.

"Ow…" Beca muttered, rubbing her head in pain.

"Ow…" Chloe repeated shaking her head to remove the slight numbing at the back of her skull.

"At least you got your candy bar." Beca said as she pulled herself up along with Chloe.

"Yeah, yeah. Uhm…thanks. For your help." (It wasn't actually the one she wanted.)

"No problem…"

"Well…I suppose I'm going to go eat this back over there," Chloe jutted her thumb backwards, gesturing to the seats a few paces away.

"Yeah…okay. Bye, Chloe."

"We'll meet again," The redhead winked and span on her heel, reaching the seats and shuffling into it to find a somewhat comfortable position on the painful plastic chairs.

Beca slowly turned around and began trudging to her original location outside Aunt Martha's hospital room, completely forgetting her grumbling stomach to think about more important matters,

like the fact that she will never see the red head again, in spite of the words she spoke.

Whoopy-fucking-doo.


Poor Beca. Well, if it's meant to be...

Idek what this is, but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless. And guess what! (what?) This is officially my first one-shot! I think I deserve that chocolate bar.

Reviews are very very very much appreciated, if you didn't know that already. Thanks for reading!