Hello, everybody! :) So this is my FIRST ever fanfic story and I'm so excited to share it with you. Well, I love Pitch Perfect. Obviously. And I'm a BeChloe fan as you can see. I noticed nobody has ever written a fanfic with Beca having a perfect older brother yet so I thought I'd write about it. I just think the song Poison and Wine by The Civil Wars could totally sum up the BeChloe relationship.

So before you start reading, here are some things I need to remind you first: (1) Beca's father is not a professor here, instead, he's a doctor and owns a hospital (2) Beca's brother is a senior in Barden and the captain of the Basketball Varsity Team and is somewhat popular (3) I don't really know anything about DJing so I decided not to include that part instead of making a fool of myself. I'm more of a songwriter, maybe that would work out instead.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect.

CHAPTER ONE: Into the Wild

I hate Phil (my father). I hate my mom. I hate the stepmonster. I hate Barden. I hate everyone else and everything else.

That's it. The worst part of my life has officially started. I don't want to enroll here in Barden University. I don't want to be anywhere near Phil. But my mom insisted. She truly believes that with him around I could finally find a reason to mend the broken bond between us. I mean, how could I? He left us. He left us to be with another woman. All those times that I forced myself to believe he was spending all his time running the hospital, it turned out he was rather smitten by a certain Philosophy professor. And he chose her over my mom. He chose her over me. That is not something one can easily forgive and forget.

Fortunately for mom, she was able to move on and I think she has never been so happy with just me and her in the picture. When I was young I would often ask her how she does it and she would simply joke that husbands are replaceable. Unfortunately for me though, fathers are not, even if I want to.

So when Phil offered a room for me to stay in his house I packed my stuff and went straight to the university dormitory.

"Seriously, Beca," he deliberately pulls his hands out of his pockets and rests them upon his hips to assert his parental authority which I chose to brush off. "You don't need to stay here. There's plenty of room in the house."

"I'm good here, Phil."

Even with that parental authority constantly bugging me, I still refuse to call him 'dad' and I know that irritates him. To add more fuel to the fire, I absentmindedly scan through my playlist, putting on my headphones as a signal of disinterest towards the ongoing conversation.

"Stop acting like a child, will you?" Phil hisses at me, and I ignore him.

"Do you even like it here?" I saw him sneaked out a quick glance at my crazy Korean roommate, Kimmy Jin, who shot him a glare while doing whatever she was doing.

I flash my best sarcastic smile.

"Come on, Beca."

His voice almost pleading, I like that, but still I give him no further response. A few more minutes and my father finally shook his head, raising his hands in complete surrender.

"Okay," he says. "If this is what you really want then so be it. But I don't want you locking yourself here for the rest of the semester. Go out and participate."

I roll my eyes, "Sure."

When he walked out of the door thirteen years ago, I made sure he would lose his rights to have a say in whatever I do in my life, and that includes my decisions on how to live my college experience.

"I'm going to the activities fair," Kimmy Jim announces.

I took this opportunity to run away from Phil, brisk walking towards the door, trailing behind my roommate.

"Yeah, me too. I'm going to the activities fair with my super good friend Kimmy Jin."

With that, I closed the door behind me leaving my father on his own. I ignored the fact that Kimmy Jin threw a death glare at me. I ignored the fact that my father called out my name probably to delay my departure. It was no big of a deal, but I like the idea of leaving him when he wants me to stay. I want him to feel even in the slightest manner the way I felt when I was practically begging him not to go thirteen years ago.

"Now what?" I mutter to myself. Of course, Kimmy Jin will never let me tag along with her friends. I shrug at the idea of it. I find myself looking around for something interesting but to no avail, until I find this big fat blondie doing some kind of weird mermaid dancing on the ground. I let myself chuckle at the sight of it. More crazy people in Barden. Good.

I walk towards the booth as the blonde girl left and I am immediately met by a tall blonde girl in a pink dress and a redhead.

"Hi. Any interest in auditioning for the Bellas?" the redhead holds up a flyer to me.

I quietly take the paper from her as she goes on and on about the a cappella universe. I listen to her with faint interest. This is not what I want to do. I'm going to L.A. and make some music whether Phil likes it or not. There is no way I'm going to stay here at Barden and do this a capella crap.

"So what do you think?"

The redhead is now grinning at me, apparently waiting for my reply. Wow, she probably is the happiest looking person I have ever seen in my life so far.

"I'm sorry but I don't even sing," I tell her and walk away.

Luke places a box of CDs on top of the table, "Alright, you two can start stacking CDs now."

"But Luke," I protest.

"No, kiddo. Freshmen not allowed inside the booth. No exception."

Luke goes back to the radio booth leaving me with this other intern whose name I forgot to stack CDs.

I hear him chuckle, "You know him?"

"He's a friend of my brother," I grab a CD, defeated.

"Does your brother work here too?"

"Nope. He's a student too, but he practically knows everyone in Barden or most of the time, I guess it's the other way around."

"He must be some cool guy then."

I nod my head absentmindedly.

"I'm Jesse, by the way."

I turn to my side. The guy is smiling at me, his right hand hanging in the air waiting for my hand to shake it, but instead, I go back to stacking CDs.

"Beca."

He laughs, "You don't talk much, do you?"

A sarcastic smile is my only response.

"Looks like I'm going to need to teach you how to have some fun."

"Good luck to that."

"You shout it out,
But I can't hear a word you say
I'm talking loud not saying much
I'm criticized but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get up

I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim-"

"You can sing!"

I turn around abruptly at the sound of another person's voice behind me to find a certain redhead had barged into my shower, "Dude!"

That's it. Barden is full of crazy people.

The door flings open revealing my older brother with a box of pizza on his hand. Stan smirks at me and I roll my eyes, closing my laptop to stand and wait for him to come in. In the corner of my eye, I see Kimmy Jin looking so pissed about this surprise visit.

"Beca!"

He smolders me into a playful tight embrace knowing so well that this would annoy me more. I desperately push his muscular athletic body from my tiny one.

"What are you doing here?"

"What? Can't a guy pay a visit to his little sister without the third degree?"

I roll my eyes.

"I'm going to a friend's," my roommate rises from her seat and heads to the door. "This is really inconvenient, Beca."

Kimmy Jim made sure to leave us with a generous amount of death glare before closing the door. Stan and I exchange looks and shrug. He places the box of pizza on my desk before settling down on my bed.

"I still can't believe you've been hanging out with Luke while this is the first time that I get to see you since you came here to Barden," Stan pulls off his best upset face.

"I was hoping he'd let me play on the booth," I find a room next to Stan on the bed. "Instead, he's making me stack CDs."

My brother chuckles.

"Which reminds me," he narrows his eyes on me. "Tell me about the guy."

"What guy?"

"The other intern."

I scoff, "Jesse?"

"So that's his name," he nods his head. "Tell me about your boyfriend, come on."

"He's not my boyfriend."

"It's just a matter of time before he asks you out. He is an idiot if he doesn't realize how hot you are."

I have to laugh at my brother's remark.

"Did you just call me 'hot'?"

"I'm your brother. It's completely mandatory for me to say nice things about you even if they are not true."

He flashes a smirk on his face and so I throw a playful punch to his arm. I should have known better because that prompted him to tickle me on the ribs. God knows how ticklish I am. I try to jump out of bed and get away from him, but Stan traps me. This is one of the few moments that I can truly say that I feel happy. Right here in my brother's arms, I have never felt this safe. He has always been my companion, my best friend, my very own knight in shining armor. However, when our parents decided to divorce, they stupidly agreed to split the custody. I stayed with mom while Stan left with our father. It only made me hate the man more, for taking away my brother, my only source of real happiness when the rest of my world suddenly turned black.

Yeah, we exchange calls, emails, all sorts of communication, but this has been the closest we've ever been in person. So later on when Stan said that he was happy to be with me again, I smiled at him and said, "I'm happy, too."

We started eating the pizza before it gets cold.

"So how's mom?" Stan suddenly asks. I can tell by the tone of his voice that he's been meaning to ask me that since he found out I'm coming to Barden.

"She's doing great," I assure him. "She's keeping herself busy with more projects coming in. I'm sure she'd be happy to have you for Thanksgiving."

He momentarily looks down to the floor possibly trying to absorb the idea of my offer. I patiently wait for his response, secretly hoping he'd say 'yes'.

"I'll see what I can do," he mutters.

And all I could do is to sigh, "Okay."

"Anyway," this is his attempt to change the topic. "Dad said you went to the activities fair. Found any group you want to join?"

I simply shake my head. The simple mention of 'dad' makes me sick.

"You can join the Barden Bellas."

I shoot him a look.

"What?" he shrugs. "In case you still haven't noticed, a cappella is a thing here."

I can't help but laugh.

"Coming from a basketball prodigy yourself, now that sounds so gay, Stan."

He rolls his eyes, "Whatever."

"Besides, people here are crazy."

I instantly remember that redhead who barged into my shower, bugging me to audition for the Bellas. I still can't believe I sang with her while we were both naked. But I have to admit, it was amazing. The redhead is really pretty, too. She has the most beautiful pair of eyes I have ever seen. She definitely hypnotized me into singing. Wait. What was her name again? Man, I sang with her naked but I never got her name. Stupid Beca.

Stan's voice suddenly brought me back from my thoughts.

"Hey, I need to go. I'll see you around?"

I nod, "Sure."

Before he opens the door, my brother turns around to face me once more giving me that concerned look in the process.

"You'll probably hate me for saying this but I think dad is right. You should go join a club. And if you ask me, I think the Barden Bellas is the right thing for you."

"I can't sing."

"You can, and you're good at it. I've heard you."

I shrug.

"That's the spirit," he raises his fist in a sarcastic victory pose. "Okay, I'm really going now. I love you, kiddo."

Stan flashes one last smile and disappears into the hallway.

Great, I'm late and everyone else is singing a song I didn't know we needed to prepare. Unfortunately, Red decided to leave that information out during our encounter. Wait, what? Did I just give her a nickname?

"And all you'd ever hear me say
is how i picture me with you
that's all you'd ever hear me say

But since you've been gone
I can breathe for the first time
I'm so moving on
Yeah Yeah
Thanks to you
Now i get what i want
Since You've Been Gone"

What am I even doing here? I don't want to be here. I'd rather stay in my room and indulge myself into the beauty of some real music. Stupid Stan for convincing me to come.

"Since You've Been Gone
Since You've Been Gone"

The last auditionee, that crazy fat blonde girl, took her seat and so I start to panic. I don't think this is a good idea anymore. I make my failed attempt to leave the auditorium, pretend this never happened, but for some world conspiracy, Red, I mean, the crazy redhead spotted me and wave for me to proceed with my audition. And I do.

I point to the yellow cup resting on the table. Red nods and so I reach for it. I sit comfortably on the stage floor and starts doing some kind of a musical pattern with the cup. Good thing I had lots of lazy afternoons to learn this trick from YouTube.

"I got my ticket for the long way 'round
Two bottle 'a whiskey for the way
And I sure would like some sweet company
And I'm leaving tomorrow, wha-do-ya say?

When I'm gone
When I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me by my hair
You're gonna miss me everywhere, oh
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone"

I finish my audition piece and wait for a response. The entire auditorium falls silent and I start to fear that I did terrible. But then I turn to Red and she already has that same cheeky smile plastered on her lips that, apparently, I have grown to like ever since that shower incident. I look at her and I know right away that everything is fine. The blonde girl sitting beside her doesn't look so amused though. But I don't care. Red likes my performance, and that's all that really matters to me.

"I've been waiting on the sunset
Bills on my mindset
I can't deny they're getting high
Higher than my income
Incomes bread crumbs
I've been trying to survive"

The singing voice of Andy Grammer blasted out the speakers signaling the start of the Aca-Initiation Party.

"I believe I haven't formally introduced myself yet."

Red stands in front of me, holding two red cups. She hands me over one and keep the other for herself.

"Apparently, you decided to skip that step when you barge into my shower," I mutter. "We were both completely naked, I might add."

Her chuckles sound like a beautiful melody in my head.

"I'm sorry. I was really desperate. I heard you singing and you're voice is aca-awesome, I just really needed to ask you to audition."

I nod my head understandingly.

"I'm Chloe," she extends her free hand. "Chloe Beale."

Finally, I can drop the 'Red' nickname now.

"Beca Mitchell. Call me 'Beca'."

I don't know why but I shook her hand. Her skin is so smooth, by the way. How much lotion does she put on to keep them that way?

"Mitchell," her eyes light up at the mention of my last name. "Another Mitchell at Barden, I see."

Stan. Of course, how can she not know my brother when he has his own Wikipedia page?

"I'm Stan's brother."

"Cool guy," she simply smiles. "And Dr. Sheila Mitchell was one of my favorite professors back in my freshman year."

I cringe at the mention of the name of the step-monster. I know Chloe saw the grimace on my face because then she sports this apologetic look on her face as she places a hand on my shoulder, her face dangerously too close to mine.

"Are you okay? Did I say something wrong?"

I move back a little feeling a little uncomfortable with the short distance, but careful enough not to jerk her hand off my shoulder. I like her touch, I must admit.

"Are you always this touchy?" I wish I didn't say it loud enough because sadly, she automatically removes her hand off my shoulder, holding it up where I could see it.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," she quietly mumble. "This is just how I roll, you know."

"It's okay, Red," I assure her. Wait, what did I just blurt out?

Chloe has a smirk on her face, "You gave me a nickname, huh?"

Deep sigh.

With that she grins at me again and pushes herself forward, her face dangerously too close to mine again and whispers, "I think we're going to be fast friends."

"Well, you saw me naked so," and I give her a wink.

She giggles then suddenly burst into singing:

"But you gotta keep your head up, oh,
And you can let your hair down, eh.
You gotta keep your head up, oh,
And you can let your hair down, eh."

I find myself shaking my head, a smirk planted on my lips.

She chuckles, "I'll go get more drinks."

And just like that, my outlook in life starts to change. I still hate Phil. I still hate my mom. I still hate the stepmonster. But I think I've learned to like this whole Barden experience – all because of this one particular crazy girl with this electrifying red locks and the most beautiful pair of blue eyes I have ever seen. I guess, I can truly say that among all things I think I like Chloe.

Songs: (1) Into the Wild (Chapter Title) - LP (2) Titanium - David Guetta ft. Sia (3) Since You've Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson (4) Cups - Lulu and the Lampshades/Anna Kendrick (5) Keep Your Head Up - Andy Grammer

So there goes the first chapter. I hope you guys like it. I'll be waiting for your reviews before I upload the next chapter. I NEED to know somebody's reading it and actually like the story. Thanks :)