Okay, so this is my first fanfiction and I'm pretty excited about it! This isn't really the first chapter, it's kind of an intro I guess. It just kind of introduces you to the story and the relationship between Beca and Chloe. Well here it is, hopefully it doesn't suck :D
Beca was finally starting to settle in at Barden. The Bellas had just won Regionals, and Beca has a feeling that Aubrey doesn't hate her quite as much as she once did. She had grown pretty close to the Bellas. They were some of the few people that she would actually her friends. She was also doing well in all of her classes, and only a few of them made her want to die. Beca almost felt like she was fitting in. Almost.
But she still had a thought tugging at her brain. The thought of moving to L.A. Her dream had always been to be a big time music producer. Ever since her parents got divorced, music was her escape from the world. She could slip away from everything and shut out the world, something she did pretty often. She loved music, and moving to L.A was her chance to make a career out of it. But how could she leave? Everything at Barden going so well. For once, Beca kind of happy.
Pus, how could she leave her?
Chloe Beale.
The girl that Beca at first thought was crazy for jumping her in the shower. The girl who was a little determined to get Beca to join the Bellas. But after spending a few months with her, they had grown inseparable.
Normally, Beca wasn't one to let people in. Her walls were built up pretty high, but nobody had been able to break them down like Chloe. She was pretty much the only person that Beca really trusted. Chloe made Beca feel like she mattered, which she hadn't felt in a long time.
She couldn't leave Chloe. She could never leave Chloe.
When Beca was around Chloe she got this... feeling. She couldn't explain it, and if anybody asked her about it, she would deny it. Every time she saw her, it was almost like her heart flutters. She usually put it up to admiration, but she couldn't help but to sometimes think it meant more.