Hey, guys! My name is Karin and this is my second Fanfiction about Bechloe. I'm not sure if this is the greatest idea, but I will upload more episodes if you leave reviews and if you think it's good. I'm chilean so english is not my native language, if you think I have grammar mistakes I would love to read your reviews about that, cuz' that's very important for me (: I'm not a great writer but I try my best ^.^

Hope you like this first chapter!


They say that sometimes, love, when it comes in the easiest way; that is to say, on the right time and place, it's not love, actually.

Anyway, that's not always the truth. Everything depends on destiny. But this story, this one that I'm going to tell you about right now, is exactly a true love story.

This one might be a complicated love story, or might not be. Everything depends on the perspective. Emily, at least, could see everything so clearly and so simple that she just wanted to punch everyone around her. Well, we might think that everything's too simple when we're twelve years old.

There are tortuous relationships that are this way for plenty of reasons; sometimes it comes from both of the people in this relationship, sometimes for external factors, third party people, forth party people, Jesus, even a fifth one.

However… Beca Mitchell has passed for so many kinds of relationships that she gave up on love, she gave up on dates, rings, and panties on her bedroom floor. Not each one of them was necessarily a problem, but, dude yes, she was super tired. Now she surely would be the single mom, she has always been since she was sixteen years old.

"Emily, your mom just came" Sheila's voice, her dance professor came closer to her, while she was rehearsing what she just learnt on that day.

"Oh, my stars" the tiny brunette muttered, putting on a straight position and kissing Sheila's cheek. She picked up her bag and ran out of the dancing room, still in her rehearsing clothes, and she found her mom in the middle of the way. "Mom!"

"Hey, Em, I'm sorry I'm…" answered Beca, opening her arms. She groaned a little when she felt her daughter's body right upon hers, arms clenching around her neck. "Hell!" the oldest brunette making a grimace "Be careful, honey" Beca said, hugging back Emily and smiling at the preoccupied expression on her face "I like your attitude but you're still a little clumsy and you're like growing up really fast".

"But I'm only twelve, I'm still a baby" Emily said releasing her mother.

"Oh, so you're a baby when it suits you, isn't it?" Beca questioned, waving her hand to say goodbye to Emily's teacher, nonchalant. She took her daughter's hand and they walked out of the institution.

"It is the same for you, isn't it?" Emily questioned. Emily was as sassy and smart as Beca. And awkward, as well.

"Oh, right!" Beca answered "then I guess you won't mind not going to Mike Stevens birthday party…"

"Mom!" the little Mitchell complained.

"I mean, weren't you a baby?" Beca continued, ignoring Emily's complaining and laughing on the inside. She was just joking.

They got to the parking place, where a black Range Rover 2016 model was waiting for them.

"So, what do you want for dinner?" Beca asked, while she left Emily's bag on the back seat and closed the co-driver door with Emily already inside the car.

"I don't know… maybe pizza? But please not delivery, you know I hate it, it always comes cold" Emily said, and made a grimace on dislike signal.

"Then I guess we're going to the pizza restaurant" Beca said, smiling at her daughter.

Emily dug on her site, full of joy and Beca turned on the car's radio.

"And we're starting the night with the new Jessie J's collab, Flashlight featuring DJ Beca Mitchell" the broadcaster voice faded and the song began playing.

"Mom! Is your song!" Emily claimed jumping or her sit with an ear to ear smile.

"I know, honey, " Beca laughed, never keeping out her sight from the horizon and putting a hand on her daughter's shoulder "but please calm down, you could hit your head or something".

"But it's YOUR song."

"There are plenty other ways to celebrate, Emily."

"Then I'm just gonna sing it."

The little girl was as talented as her mother, she had a beautiful voice, but instead of deejaying, she chose being a songwriter, and boy, she was good for her young age.

When the song ended, the restless girl put the co-driver mirror and fixed her hair. She wrinkled her nose and turned her head to look at Beca.

"Ma."

"Em."

"I think Sheila still likes you."

Beca sighed and smiled, rolling her eyes. It wasn't the first time Emily came back from her dancing classes talking about how her teacher almost drooled over Beca everytime she picked her up.

"I think Sheila still doesn't know about professionalism. Oh, and Emily, let me tell you I would never be with a teacher of yours."

"I know, I mean, besides, Sheila is… Ew."

"Sheila is "Ew"?" Beca burst into a laugh and Emily did too. "I think you're watching too much tv with Stacy."

"Maybe. But I think I should chose someone that can like you."

"Emily, you're hilarious."

Beca shook her head on negation, still smiling.

But Beca never kept her sight out of the horizon. In fact, her foot lift from the brake pedal when it was necessary, because the green light was already pointing out. And the semaphore of the lateral direction was on red when hers was on green, and oh my God, Beca was pretty sure of that, and Emily too because Mike Stevens was just crossing the street with her mother, however…

A chirr came from somewhere close and Beca frowned.

"Wait, what…?" Beca slowed down unexpectedly and the honking started. The car in the other direction didn't totally hit hers, and slowed down too. Beca placed her hand on her chest and Emily clung to her seat, her eyes and mouth fully opened. "What the fuck?!"

Beca turned off the motor awkwardly and then placed her hands on her head. Emily turned her head to look at her mom and put her left hand on her mother's right shoulder.

"Jesus Christ, you're okay, right?" Beca asked to Emily.

"I'm okay, mom, calm down, it wasn't your…"

"I know, I'm just…"

Beca didn't even know what to do with her hands, anyway, seconds before she had already turned off the motor and stopped the whole traffic, probably on a big part of the zone.

"Mom, are you okay?" Emily asked.

But Beca, seeing that the car driver was opening his door, decided that she will do that too with an indecipherable look on her face. Emily knew that look, and dude, it was totally not a good signal. But Beca was already confronting the man.

"Mom…" Emily sighed, still inside the car.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You idiot! Do you even know who I'm carrying? Got any idea?" Beca was claiming with her face red as a tomato and the guy in front of her was impressed, opening and closing her mouth, "My twelve year old daughter is in the car, son of a…"

Emily was getting out of the car right in that moment, and stopped to listen to her mother, especially for the last thing she was about to say.

"Gee…" Emily said.

"You could have hurt her!"

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I can pay for the car damage…"

"CAR DAMAGE? You think I care about the damn car? It's a car, you go and say sorry to my daughter! Or I'm gonna kick your ass!"

Emily closed the door with her face as red as her mother's, and with her sight on her feet. People were staring and recording with her cameras, and obviously, Mike Stevens was going to upload it to his social networks. She surely would be the joke of the class on Monday, and surely would not go to that party.

"You're gonna kick my ass? She's just a girl…"

The guy was like six feet tall, athlétic, brown eyed and brown haired, but his size didn't stop Beca and he couldn't finish what he was gonna say because Beca's fist crossed his face, just like he did to her car. Beca might look like a weak little bird because of her size, but she was never weak. The man in front of her complained just like if she was punched him on his junk.

Not even five seconds were enough for the guy co-driver's car to open.

"Hey!" a feminine voice woke up Beca from her trance, and it wasn't exactly her daughter's. It was the voice of a woman with red hair, taller than her, with light blue eyes that probably could set joy on whoever you could think of, but right in that moment those eyes looked surprised and mad. "You don't need to hit him!"

"Well, I think…" the boy said, who was ready to hit back to Beca, but the blue eyed girl stopped him.

"Tom!" the girl exclaimed, that looked bothered.

Emily, on the other side, went to take her mother's hand "Mom, why don't we go back to the car?"

"Yeah, sure, honey…" Beca said, starting to walk to her car.

"Wait!" the voice of the redhead girl claimed. Beca was so upset that she looked to the tall girl with the same face she looked at the man. And the woman's face went red at this. "We're really sorry. For real." The girl said, awkwardly "And I'm super sorry that Tom wanted to punch you back…"

"He didn't, so…" Beca said, still a little mad. But the other girl's voice was calming her down… which was weird. The chick gave a nod.

"I'm sorry." The girl said, tilting down, and hugged Emily, who responded to the hug surprised, but smiled.

Beca's mad face went to hell and smiled too.

Tom went back to his car and opened his door, to get inside.

"Thank you." Beca said still smiling, when the girl released Emily of the hug.

"You're welcome" the redhead said "And… about the car incident…"

"Please, don't insist, it's not necessary. I just… went crazy because my daughter was here too, and something worse could have happened, you know. But thank you, for saying sorry, that's all I needed."

The other girl nodded again, still smiling. Her eyes were piercing Beca but she didn't even notice it. Beca and Emily went back to the car. The blue eyed woman went back to his car too, and the traffic went to normal.


"Wow" Stacie said, sitting at the counter in Beca's kitchen. The tall and brunette woman was watching a video titled "Big BM, the ass-kicker" for the seventh time.

"Dude, can you please stop?" Beca said on a coat, waiting for her coffee to be ready.

"I mean…" Stacy sighed "I can't… wild Beca Mitchell is so hot and hilarious at the same time…"

"Stacie! Emily is here!" Beca said, pointing to her daughter with her hand, who was silently eating her cereals on her pajamas, at the other side of the counter.

"Dah, she knows I'm joking, right?" Stacie said, smiling at Emily.

"There's something that's called 'selective hearing'…" Emily said, never keeping out her eyes from her cereals "Oh, and mom, I'm so accustomed that now I don't even care"

"See?" Stacie said.

"Yikes" Beca muttered. Her coffee was ready, and she went to sit at Emily's side.

"So, I guess you don't care what the press could say" Stacie said, leaving her phone on the counter and took a sip of her orange juice.

"The press can go hell, my daughter's life could have been at risk, that dude deserved it" Beca said.

"Yeah, well, I'm surprised the guys on my class think you're like a superhero now. They could have joked about me…" Emily said, raising a brow.

"Oh, come on, Emily…"

Emily smiled "I think you're a superhero too". Beca smiled as well and stroked Emily's hair.

"Aaaw, that's so cute. Sometimes I want mini me's too, but then I think this hot mess has got to stay hot"

Beca and Emily rolled their eyes and Stacie laughed. Then she looked at the little girl.

"Hey, Emily, do you already know what to wear for that party?"

"Mmm… well, I…"

"Wait, what?" Beca asked, giving a spiteful smile, "I haven't even said yes"

"Oh, come on, Beca…" Stacie said, trying to help the girl that was pouting.

"I don't know. What I know is that someone is failing language…" Beca said, slowly turning to face her daughter that kept her eyes on her cereals, not even making a move.

"Ow…" Stacie said, making a grimace.

"Yeah…" Beca said, not keeping her eyes of her daughter, with the same smile.

"That was not my fault, I'm pretty sure the teacher hates me!" Emily complained

"That's not true, Em…"

"I think I can help!" Stacie claimed.

"How?" Beca asked, turning to Stacie.

"Aubrey has this friend of hers, that came to L.A. recently and is searching for a job. She's a language teacher."

"Seriously? That would be great" Beca, and took a bite of her donut.

"Yup, I can give you her number, just let me text the gorgeousness and I will save the day" Stacie said, smiling.

"By the way, when are you going to ask Aubrey to be your girlfriend?" Emily asked, standing up, and starting to wash her bowl and spoon.

Stacie almost spit out the juice in her mouth and Beca laughed noisily.

"Emily! I'm saving your butt!" Stacie claimed.

"I'm sorry, I was just asking" Emily said "She seems so attached to you that I'm already a shipper".

"Is that a thing now?" Beca asked, and frowned.

"Yeah…"

"Awesome! She answered me" Stacie said.

"There it is…" Emily murmured, and for her luck, no one listened.

"Her name is Chloe Beale" Stacie gave Beca her phone and got up from her chair. "Take it, I'm going to the bathroom. And don't read the nasty texting."

"Not even in my mind".


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