So… This is a brand new experience for me but ever since I watched Pitch Perfect 2 (which is so freaking awesome and everyone ever should watch it!) I can't get these two out of my head! So here we go, first fanfic! Would be great if people wanna stick around as I have a rough idea of where I want to take this story :)

Sadly I own absolutely none of the characters in Pitch Perfect…

Beca Mitchell scowled. There were a thousand and one places she wanted to be, but standing outside of her father's house was not one of them. She heard the screech of tires as the taxi she'd arrived in pulled away from the kerb and she let out a deep sigh. Now there truly was nowhere to go apart from inside. Adjusting the bag on her shoulder, she slowly picked up her laptop case from the ground and trudged towards the front door. Using her free hand, Beca lifted the brass knocker that adorned the door and let it fall with a dull thump, almost wishing no one would answer. Sadly her prayers fell on deaf ears as the shuffling of feet and muffled voices became increasingly louder, until after what felt like an eternity the door was tentatively pulled open.

"Beca! I told you I would have come and picked you up, how did you even get here?" Her father, Andrew Mitchell bore a look of surprise and concern as he surveyed the now empty street.

"Aunt Shelley's half way across the world, you're safe. I took a cab." Beca saw the smallest hint of relief cross her father's face and her scowl deepened. Always has been a fucking coward. She angrily thought to herself before pushing past him and into the house. She heard him sigh before gently closing the door and turning to face her.

"I'm gonna give you guys a minute." His wife Sheila muttered before heading into the kitchen. Beca barely glanced at her step mother before once more locking eyes with her father, waiting impatiently for him to finally have the balls to spew whatever bullshit speech he'd prepared.

"Look, Beca. I know this is probably the last place you want to be and I know it's going to be hard without Aunt Shelley and being the new kid in school…" His voice trailed off and there were a few moments of excruciatingly awkward silence before he took a breath and continued.

"But I think, I think you could really like it here in Georgia and with, with me and Sheila, if you just give us a chance." Andrew noticed too late that his daughter had clenched her fists and her small frame was beginning to shake as anger flowed through her.

"Give you a chance?! Oh like you gave yours and mom's marriage a chance?" She spat the words at Andrew, not caring when he visibly flinched.

"Becs… That's not fair…" He tried to reason but Beca quickly cut him off.

"No! You know what isn't fair? You leaving without so much as a second glance. Not knowing where you lived, what you looked like, and god if you were even alive for six years! Even after mom…" Beca squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to regain her composure. Her voice was quieter when she next spoke but Andrew heard every word as clearly as if she had screamed them in his face.

"Even after mom you still didn't care, and you don't now. You're only taking me in because there is literally no other option, so don't start pretending you want to play happy families. You lost that privilege a long time ago Andrew." With that she turned on her heel and stomped upstairs, easily locating the guest bedroom that had been made up for her. Slamming the door shut she sank onto the bed, burying her head in her hands.

1 month ago

"Beca, please talk to me. Don't shut me out over this." Her Aunt Shelley sat at the opposite end of the dining table, nervously wringing her hands. It had been ten minutes since she'd broken the news that she'd been offered a promotion, in Europe. Her niece had yet to look up from the cup of coffee she was clutching and to the untrained eye it looked as though this news was nothing to Beca. Her Aunt however could see the whitening of Beca's knuckles as her grip on the mug became increasingly tighter.

"I can stay Beca." Her niece's eyes flashed to hers as the statement left her mouth and the conflicting emotions that darted over her face almost broke Shelley's heart. When Beca remained silent she continued talking, letting the words tumble out.

"I don't have to take the promotion, I shouldn't even be considering it, not after everything you've gone through in these last few years… I can stay, here, with you. Maybe when you're in college something else will come up…" Shelley fell silent as she saw Beca readying herself to speak. After taking a few deep breaths, she relinquished her grip on the mug before slowly reaching across the table to take hold of her Aunt's hand. Shelley felt herself smile slightly, Beca wasn't one for physical contact so for her to be the one to initiate it really meant something to the older woman.

"Aunt Shelley, you kick ass in that company. Like on a daily basis and then you have to come home and deal with this." Beca gestured to herself with her free hand before continuing.

"You don't get anywhere near as much credit as you deserve and this is your time. Opportunities like these don't come around that often and you've gotta take this one, who knows where it could lead! You've done so much for me so now it's my turn to do something for you, and if it's my blessing you need then you've got it." She squeezed her Aunt's hand and looked away, almost embarrassed as Shelley wiped away the tears that were threatening to spill from her eyes.

"You'd have to live with your father though Becs…" Her Aunt began saying, her face contorting slightly as she thought of Andrew Mitchell.

"It's okay, honestly. It's only for a year right?" Beca cut in and Shelley nodded.

"Are you sure about this?" Shelley asked, staring intensely at Beca, who returned the stare and slowly nodded her approval.

"It's gonna be an interesting year for the both of us." Beca finally said, alleviating the tension that had built up around them.

"I love you Beca." Her Aunt said, smiling softly at the young girl.

"Love you too Aunt Shelley." Beca replied before dropping her Aunt's hand and heading up to her room.

Beca felt a pang of sadness as she recalled the conversation with her Aunt that had led to her having to move in with her father and step mother, or step monster as Beca preferred to think of her. She missed Aunt Shelley, missed the way they would always binge watch Netflix on the weekends, missed how she would always make Beca brownies if she'd had a bad day, missed the way she knew when to give her space but also when to get Beca to open up. She didn't know what she'd have done without Aunt Shelley for the past three years and she didn't know what she was gonna do now… Beca furiously wiped away the tears that had begun to form, she'd promised Aunt Shelley she would try, try and be happy here. She just didn't know how she was going to manage it and the overwhelming sense of hopelessness that washed through Beca made her want to scream and punch the wall. Instead she settled for pulling her laptop out of its case and plugging her headphones in. Turning the volume up she managed to drown out the voices from downstairs and lose herself in her music.

Only another 365 days to go.