A/N: I'm in a rut! A writing rut that is. My other story has basically died. It withered up inside my head and I can't resuscitate it! I haven't given up all hope though. I think I just need a distraction. That's where this baby comes in! I got the idea while mowing my lawn... except the part that came to me didn't even make it into this part! So I've decided to make this into a multi chapter fic instead of a one shot... It'd be a really long one shot. Especially since lots of ideas popped into my head while writing this part. So yah! The title of this story comes from the song Skies Don't Lie by Example.

Anyways all rights to the characters in this story belong to Kay Canon and Universal Studios.

I used some of the lyrics from Thanks For Nothing by The Downtown Fiction so all rights go to them.

Thanks for taking the time to look at this and I hope you enjoyed it. I'll try and update again in a few days. Hopefully this story doesn't shrivel up and die as well haha.

Enjoy the read and have a super fantabulous day! or evening...

Also, I'm not bagging on "sluts" in this at all. If you think I am then you need to go and watch the Girl Code episode where they talk about sluts. Then come back and tell me sluts are bad! They're the female equivalent to a player except it's frowned upon to be a slut and not a player... okay I'm done now.

I know the sun still shines when you're not around
I'm taking it easy in the worst part of town
And now I find that it wasn't meant to last
I got one thing to say and that's
Thanks for nothing kiss my ass
Thanks for nothing kiss my ass

The alarm clocked blared loudly, signaling it was 6:45 A.M. The last thing Beca wanted was to be awake right now. Her head throbbed from a killer headache and she felt like all the contents of her stomach might be thrown up if she even dared to move. Still she had work to do and it was her decision to go out and party last night. Rolling over she smacked the alarm clock loudly and sighed happily when the room was enveloped in silence. Today was going to suck. She had three clients lined up for today. Mrs. Higgins, she was a cute little old lady who always paid Beca one hundred dollars whether Beca worked for one hour or for four. Then there was Mr. Taylor. He was a sleazy, perverted, rich slob who was always hitting on Beca whenever she went to his place and she could feel his eyes practically boring into her back while she worked. Still he paid her well and always tipped her a 50 when she was done. Finally there was her newest client. Beca didn't catch her name on the phone, just that her friend highly recommended her and that she could pay Beca whatever her hourly rate was. Not being one to turn down money, she gladly accepted this strangers offer and asked for her address.

Dragging herself out of bed Beca prepared for the long day ahead of her. Up first, a shower. Taking some Ibuprofen and Tums, she allowed a little time for the two to kick in before getting in the shower. By the time she got dressed and had eaten a little it was already seven o'clock. She needed to get a move on if she wanted to be done with enough to prepare for tonight. She had managed to snag a DJ spot tonight at one of the lesser known night clubs in town and knew that if she was even a minute late they would call in some other DJ hopeful to take her place.

The drive to Mrs. Higgins was like it always was. Unexciting and uneventful. Beca drove with the windows down and her favorite radio station blaring from her trucks old speakers.

"No I'm telling you she was definitely into women!" Beca listened highly amused. Right now it was the morning show which meant the hosts were CR and The Slut. Beca couldn't understand why anyone would call themselves a slut on a public radio but from what she had gathered "he was a hunter," as both CR and The Slut had mentioned many times before, both referring to The Slut's vagina.

"No she wasn't CR! You were so seeing things that weren't there!"

"No I was not! Trust me she was coming on to me like a white on rice!"

"There are many different types of rice out there CR."

"Whatever! Let's just play some more music! Up next we'll be playing A Fine Frenzy followed by some Three Days Grace. First though, a few words from our pesky sponsors." Beca then turned the radio down and drove silently. She enjoyed listening to this particular radio station because they were independently owned by a very rich Australian woman who was also the radio stations funniest personality. Fat Amy as she called herself. She mostly did the afternoon shows but Beca was occasionally in the car when Amy and her co-host Hollywood (so original), were on.

Unfortunately for Beca she didn't manage to hear anymore of her favorite morning hosts banter before she reached Mrs. Higgins house. As usual, Mrs. Higgins greeted Beca outside with a plate of homemade chocolate chip cookies and a glass of iced tea. Beca didn't have the heart to tell her that she in fact hated tea of any kind.

"Hello Mrs. Higgins." Beca greeted warmly.

"Hello child, I brought you your favorite." The kind old woman stated handing Beca the paper plate full of cookies and the glass of tea.

"Thanks Mrs. H. I'm gonna put these in the truck." Beca informed as she took the plate of cookies and set them in the passenger side of her old pickup she had dubbed Pat.

"So is it just a trim today or did you have anything else you needed done?" Beca asked, lightly sipping on the ice-cold beverage that she gave her.

"No no, just a trim. The grass is quite unruly these days." She laughed warmly.

"All right then. I'll get right to it." Beca then handed back the tea and went to the back of Pat. After setting up her ramp (a big wooden plank haphazardly attached to the back her tailgate with bungee cords, she unloaded her cheap push mower from the bed of her truck.

Wasting no time Beca started the mower up and began her work. While she may have hated her job she couldn't deny it gave her lots of time to think (and a pretty killer tan). Often times she would put ear buds in and listen to her many mixes, tweaking them mentally, deciding which ones to use at her next gig, or just simply enjoying them. Today was no different from any other. At the moment she was listening to her mash-up between Bulletproof by La Roux and Release Me by Agnes. She thought it could still use some work but she felt confident that it would be a good one to use tonight at the club. It was definitely an opener piece though so she still had a full set to plan for tonight. She definitely wanted to stick to her mash-ups over her remixes because with mash-ups she had at least two songs to fall back on if the crowd didn't like one. With remixes she had only one. Yet she didn't even have enough stuff that she deemed worthy enough for to play that would last her the night so not only was she going to have to add remixes but she was going to have to improvise the last ten minutes of her set as well. She hated when she need to improvise because they're were to many things that could go wrong but sometimes she had no choice.

Before she realized it she had finished but had only three songs of her set planned. First her mash-up, between Bulletproof and Release Me, then her Demi/Taylor mash-up which she dubbed I Knew You had A Heart Attack, and finally her Starships and Party Rock mash-up, Party Rock Star. Those three together however were only like 11 minutes and she did not feel like having to improvise for the rest of her hour long set. Luckily it was still only 8:47 A.M and she had plenty of time to figure out the rest of her set... hopefully.

"All right Mrs. Higgins, I'm all done here. I'll come by again in a few days like normal."

"Come inside child! I have something I have to show you," she ordered before Beca could protest.

Beca followed the old woman through her surprisingly spacious home. Mrs. Higgins brought Beca to a room of the house that was obviously once a bedroom but was now an art studio.

Once Beca was close enough to the old woman for her comfort and the woman's approval, Mrs. Higgins tore off the white cloth hiding a magnificent painting done by Mrs. Higgins, Beca presumed. Beca took a second to admire the expertly painted scene in front of her. It was the view of Mrs. Higgins front yard which over looked the beach. Beca had to admit, it was skillfully done. Even though Beca knew it was a painting, she still thought it looked like someone took a picture, enlarged it, and glued onto a piece of white canvas.

"Do you like it?"

"It's... it's definitely something." Beca replied in a slight daze.

"I'll take that as a compliment!" Mrs. Higgins laughed.

"It's very beautiful Mrs. H." Beca finally said, her wits coming back about her.

"Glad you think so because it's for you!" The elderly woman exclaimed.

"What?! No I-I can't except this Mrs. H!"

"Why not? I painted it for you, I want you to have it!" Mrs. Higgins declared.

"Yo-you painted this for me?" Beca asked dumbfounded. The old woman only nodded her head.

"But... but why?"

"Because I like you Beca Mitchell. I know you may only come here because I pay you but you visit me more than my own children! I want you to have this Beca... please, take it." Beca eyed the old woman for a second as if she was a foreign creature Beca had never seen before. No one, not even Beca's own parents had ever given her anything of such sentimental value. Of positive sentimental value that is.

"Thank you Mrs. H. I'll hang it up the minute I get home." Beca smiled genuinely at the gray-haired woman.

"Good! Now let's go get your payment and get you on your way!" Mrs. Higgins exclaimed. Beca took the painting carefully off of the easel and carried it with her out to where Mrs. Higgins had disappeared.

Once Beca caught up to the (surprisingly fast) older woman, Mrs. Higgins already had her 100 in hand.

"Mrs. H I can't take a hundred from you. I was only here for like an hour. That's only 10, you know that." Despite the fact that Beca knew she could charge at least 20 an hour, she didn't because honestly all of her customers paid her more than 10 an hour anyways.

"Beca, you do more for me than my own children do. Take it! Besides, it's their inheritance money anyways and I'm sure they'll be kicking themselves later!" She quipped with a wink and shoved the 100 dollar bill into the tiny brunette's hand.

"You're certainly a pushy old woman aren't you?" Beca teased.

"Yes I am! Now go and finish up your work so you can enjoy the rest of your day!"

After Beca packed everything up and tucked the painting safely in the small backseat section of her truck, she gave one last wave to Mrs. Higgins and then took off towards Mr. Taylor's. At least she was getting him out of the way second and not last. She wanted to end her day on a good note before going and playing tonight. Every time he even looks at her her stomach cringes and she gets the urge to hit him in the face.

"Ah yes, this question is for The Slut," a male caller's voice asked.

"No."

"You don't even know what I'm going to ask!"

"Okay fine. What's your question caller?"

"Will you go out with me tonight?"

"No. See, answer's the same. Next caller. Hello caller, you're on the air with CR and The Slut. What's your question?"

"Um hi, my question is for CR."

"Fire away," upon hearing this Beca had another song pop into her head to play tonight.

"Siri remind me to add Wild Titanium to my set list at 6 P.M."

"All right caller, what's you're question?"

"How did you... you know, come out?"

"That's a good question. For me most of family and close friends already knew. I mean I wasn't exactly discreet or anything. Still there came a time where I needed to tell them, mostly for myself. So I had a party at my house and invited all of my close friends and family over. Then I brought out a cake that I had made myself that had "I'm gay," etched out in frosting on it. Hope that helps."

"All right this is our last caller for today. Hey caller, what's your question?"

"My question is for The Slut."

"No. Bye!"

"And that's all the time we have for your daily dose of Love and Life Advice today! Tune in again same time tomorrow and hopefully we'll get to your question. This next track is one that's lesser know but is still great. Here's Talking to the Moon by Bruno Mars."

Beca smiled as she shook her head. Love and Life Advice was probably the funniest segment on their morning show. The Slut was always having men call in asking to go out and CR was often answering questions about her sexuality or being hit on by women.

When Beca pulled into the expansive drive way of Mr. Taylor's house, she immediately knew something was up. His yard already looked down. Still she drove all the way up to his house. Getting out of her car, she walked up to his front door and rang his doorbell. When his maid answered the woman told her that Mr. Taylor had been suddenly called away on business and had hired someone else to do his yard while he was away. Beca smiled politely and thanked the woman before going back to her truck.

"Asshole," she muttered before turning around and heading to her last client.

On the bright side it was only 9:21 A.M and she just managed to save at least two hours of her time by not having to do Mr. Taylor's yard.

"Siri bring up the contact information on Client #5." Beca waited a moment while Siri did as asked.

"Give me directions to the address please." Once Siri did as instructed, Beca placed her phone in the dash mount and turned the radio up a little bit.

"It is currently 79 degrees out right now and quickly rising. If you're out working in this heat remember to stay well hydrated and take breaks often. The high for today is supposed to be 81 but we all know that it often gets hotter than that so be careful out there! Your forecast for the week is-" Beca turned the radio down again. She only paid attention to the forecast one day at a time. They were so often wrong she didn't trust them to give her the weather any further than an hour really.

After another 20 minutes of driving Beca finally arrived at her last client of the days house. As she pulled up to the house she was surprised to say the least. It was sleek, elegant, and yet it was somehow homey looking. Like it was inviting Beca in just by how it looked. The yard was a different story. It had a pretty basic lawn for the most part, except for the mini incline at the end of the yard that was going cause Beca some muscle ache tomorrow. Not to mention the crazy amount of weeds that were... well everywhere. Still Beca bravely trudged her way to the front door of the cute little house and rang the door bell.

If Beca's jaw wasn't attached to her skull it would have definitely fallen off. When her last client of the day opened the door Beca Mitchell was left speechless. There in front of her stood, probably the sexiest redhead she's seen ever. She was clad only in a skimpy, white and blue stripped bikini, a sun hat, and bright blue framed sun glasses. Her skin was shiny with a thin layer of either oil or sweat and was a beautiful sun kissed color that Beca could only compare to a cappuccino. It was also apparent to Beca that this girl worked out... often. She was in one word, divine.

Snapping out of her momentary daze, Beca spoke up.

"Um hi, I'm Beca. Uhh Beca Mitchell. You called me last night asking if I could come and take care of your lawn." Beca kicked herself for not being even remotely smooth.

"Yes ma'am! All though I have to admit. I was expecting someone a little... taller."

"Hey now! I do a great job for my height! Now are you going to tell me what you need done... aside from the obvious things that need to be done or what?" Beca tried her best to sound offended but the smirk that had made its way onto her lips gave her away.

"Calm down! Don't get your panties in a bunch! I was only teasing," she winked and Beca was pretty sure her heart stopped for a moment.

"Follow me, I'll show you what I need done most." The woman said. Beca followed behind closely until she got a view of the inside of the house. It was beautiful. It had a suburban and rustic crossover look that shouldn't go together but did. Beca was too busy admiring the house that she didn't notice the woman stop abruptly and unfortunately Beca ran right into her.

"Oh my god I am so sorry! I was just looking at your house and admiring how beautiful it was and I didn't even see you stop!" Beca shut her mouth before she embarrassed herself further. What was it about this attractive redhead that threw her off her game?

"You're cute when you're nervous."

"Let's get one thing straight. I am not cute. I am Beca Mitchell. I'm a badass!"

"A very cute bad ass." The stranger giggled as Beca rolled her eyes and tried her best to suppress the smile that threatened to break her badass resolve.

"Is there a reason you stopped abruptly or..?"

"Oh right! I wanted to tell you my name! I figured if you're going to be over at my house often you should at least know what to call me."

"I could just call you Crazy Lady Who Insults Me." Beca grinned. Score one for Beca.

"Haha very funny! I'm Chloe. Chloe Beale, it's nice to officially meet you Beca." The redhead stuck her hand out and Beca shook it reluctantly.

"All right, now that you know my name we can continue to the back!" The redhead smiled and Beca felt her stomach flutter a little. The fuck was that?

"Lead the wa-" Beca was cut off by her phone ringing.

Incoming Call: Dad

"Ugh! Hello?" Beca answered the phone begrudgingly.

"Rebecca Marie Mitchell! Do you know how many times I have called you this week?"

"Yes, 12"

"Then why haven't you answered?"

"Because I don't want to talk to you... I thought that was obvious."

"Don't take that tone with me young lady! You may not like it but I am still your father Beca!"

"That's news to me."

"Excuse me!?"

"What do you want dad?"

"Come home Beca. Come to college here at Barden. It's free Becs. Most kids would love to have that opportunity Becs."

"Yah and most kids can tolerate to look at their father's for longer than 10 seconds."

"Beca I know I messed up. How long are you going to keep holding it against me?"

"I don't know, how long are you going to keep pestering me about going to college?"

"Seriously Beca, consider it! College can be the time of your life if you'd just go!"

"I'll keep it in mind. Need anything else?"

"I miss you Becs. You're mom misses you too. At least come and visit."

"I miss her too... I'll think about it but I really have to go, I'm with a client at the moment."

"Oh okay. Bye Becs! I love you!"

"Bye dad." Beca then hung up the phone.

"All right. Where were we?" Beca looked up, the most nonchalant features plastered on her face.

"We were just about to head out back... Are you all right?"

"Yeah, he does that all the time. I just ignore him until he calls at inconvenient times and I don't want to seem rude by ignoring him." Beca did her best to flash a smile but it was a failed attempt and they both knew it.

"Okay well follow me then." The redheaded wonder turned around and Beca let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in.

When the two made it out to the back Beca's jaw dropped yet again for a second time that day.

"Holy..."

"Yeah... the previous tenants didn't feel the need to manage their yard at all and so now I'm left with this jungle! That's why I called. Aubrey said you're the best and if Au-"

"Wait Aubrey? As in Aubrey Posen?"

"Yep! She's my best friend! We went to college together and she's the only friend I have out here. I just moved here a few weeks ago so I've been too busy unpacking to do anything with... this!"

"Wait, Aubrey recommended me? I thought she hated me!? I ran over one daisy and I thought she was going to eat me!"

"She said even with that incident you still do the best at following instructions and getting the job done efficiently. She may not like that you're head strong and your "alt girl" look but Aubrey loves efficiency."

"Huh... She's a scary woman, how did you manage to befriend someone like that?"

"I'm a naturally bubbly and happy person. Aubrey tried but no one can resist all this." She stated gesturing to her whole body.

"I see. Well I better get to work. I have to do this AND your front yard and that's gonna take me AT LEAST two hours."

"Take however long you need, what do you charge?"

"Ten bucks an hour."

"Really? That's it?"

"Yep." Beca decided not to mention that almost all of her clients always ended up paying her at least 50 even if she only worked for 30 minutes. She thinks it has to do with the fact that nearly all her clients are sleazy, balding rich men, or little old ladies.

"Well I gotta go and get my stuff to cut down these weeds. So if you'll excuse me." Beca said, glad to be out of that awkward moment.

Beca glanced at her phone on the way back out to the truck to look at the time; 10:24 A.M. She was going to be there until 12:30 at least. She seriously doubted she would actually leave this place until one and she wouldn't get home from there until 1:30. That left her with a little over six hours to nap, shower again, and most importantly figure out her playlist for tonight.

"Siri remind me to tell Chloe I'll return tomorrow at 12:15 P.M." There, if she was still working on the yard by that time she could at least inform Chloe she had other places she had to be and that she would return first thing tomorrow morning if need be.

When Beca returned to the back of the house she found Chloe sitting on a lounge chair that had a bright yellow and pink stripped towel draped over it. It was obvious to Beca that she had applied a fresh layer of oil to her skin because she was even shiner than Beca remembered her being two minutes ago. Doing her best to avoid staring, Beca stepped off of the porch and into the jungle of weeds and tall grass.

Beca was working extremely hard on leveling the weeds to a manageable enough level for her mower when her phone suddenly began to ring and vibrate. Stopping what she was doing, she took it off of the clip on the side of her belt. Her eyes widen in realization when she saw that it was her reminder and it was already 12:15.

"Shit!" She grumbled.

Knowing that she would need all six of the hours she had mapped out in her head, Beca walked up to Chloe who was now tanning her back. Gently Beca placed a hand on Chloe's shoulder. It was warm from the heat of the sun but Beca knew that wasn't the reason her hand felt like it was on fire. So what was?

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. It's just... I have some other stuff I have to do before tonight and if I stay here I won't have time to get all of it done.

Do you think it would be all right with you if I came back tomorrow and finished up? You'll be my only client that day."

"I don't know... it all depends on whether you answer these questions." Oh great, questions.

"First, what's so important tonight that you need to leave before you're finished? Second, would you cancel your other clients just for me?" She asked, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

"I don't work on Sundays. Even though people always need their yards mowed and hedges trimmed I need to rest too. And I... have to be somewhere by eight tonight." Beca wasn't sure she felt comfortable telling this absolute stranger her plans. What if she was a crazy serial killer or stalker?

"Aw, so you'd come to work just for me?! And that wasn't an answer to my question Ms. Mitchell. You're gonna gave to do better than that if you want to get out of here early." Chloe said, arms crossing across her chest and a stern but playful glare aimed in Beca's direction.

"Ugh fine! I managed to snag a DJ spot tonight at The Cleffhanger and I don't even really have a set planned out so I need to go home and work on that." Beca said.

"All right, you can go..." Beca was about to thank her but Chloe wasn't done talking.

"On one condition." Oh no.

"I want to come with you."

"What?!"

"I want to see you in your element because it's obvious that mowing grass is not your life's passion. I want to see you at work."

"Seriously?! I just met you! I could be like a serial killer or something!" Or you could be.

"Are you?"

"Well no but-"

"Exactly! Pick me up at 7:30. If you don't I'm going to tell everyone you're lawn work is terrible and you don't finish what you start." She declared smugly. Beca had to hand it to this redheaded stranger. She certainly had a brain in the pretty head of hers and it was rare Beca met someone who could go toe to toe with her sarcastic tongue.

"All right but you'd better be ready at 7:30 because if I'm even a minute late they give my spot away to the next guy and I lose my chance to promote my stuff!" Beca stated.

"Okay... there's just one more thing." Beca with held the urge to groan loudly.

"Yes?"

"You better not ditch me at the club after your set." Beca smirked slightly but nodded an agreement and walked off towards her car.

"Siri remind me to pick up Chloe at 7:00 P.M." When Siri asked for confirmation of reminder Beca pressed "confirm".

"Siri bring up contact information for Client #5." By now Beca sat safely in the driver's seat of her truck. Once Siri had brought up the contact information for Client#5, Beca changed the name from Client #5 to Chloe Beale. At least now she knew her name and didn't have to label her as another number. Finally ready to go home, Beca turned on the truck and headed to her apartment complex.