Okay, so this is my first ever published story here. I've made several attempts of writing in the past but then I don't get to finish it. I got this whole idea at 11:00 last night and I told myself that I wanted to share it. So, here it is.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect.

Beca's POV

I stared out the window of the plane and sighed. It's been two and a half hours and everyone is either asleep or slowly dying of boredom.

I looked at the ginger beside me and smiled. I'm glad I decided to take the girls with me to LA.

Suddenly the plane goes in a downward motion and the stewardess informs us that the ride is about to end. Finally. Pressure started building up in my ear, so I rubbed it. Chloe noticed this and handed me a pack of gum.

"It'll help your ear pop." She smiled.

"Thanks." I took a piece and chewed it.

Minutes later, we're finally on the ground. I got up and started taking my bags. We fall in line and head outside.

"Here we are." I breathed. Sweet relief.

"So is anybody going to pick us up?" Aubrey folded her arms.

I looked around and smiled.

"Looks like we kept Roman waiting," I strode over to the black limousine bags in tow. The girls followed me and brought their bags along.

"We're riding a limo? Sweet!" Fat Amy fist pumped.

"Hi Roman." I threw my arms around him. He hasn't changed. Same dark hair and suit.

"Hey Bec. So where am I taking you?" I pulled away to respond. "Mom's place."

"Very well. Get your friends inside, I'll get your bags loaded up in the back."

"Thanks," I turned to the Bellas, "Alright nerds, get in." As soon as everyone was inside, Roman shut the door and got in his seat and started driving.

"This is exciting." Stacie grinned. "I've never been in one of these before." Cynthia Rose commented. "I like cars." Lilly said faintly.

After an hour of being on the road and chatting throughout the ride, the girls got tired of it and started doing their own things. Stacy was filing her nails, Amy was eating a hot dog, Lily was solving a crossword puzzle, Cynthia Rose and Aubrey were listening to music and Ashley, Jessica and Denise were sleeping. Chloe looked over me to check if I'm asleep. I'm not. So she decided to strike up a conversation.

"What's your mom like?" She moved closer.

"She's pretty great. She's got her own label. She actually inspired me to be a DJ when I was younger." I took my headphones off and placed them on my lap.

"Is she a musician?"

"Music producer."

"Oh," She paused. "Judging by the limo, I get that she's a very good one." Chloe remarked.

"Yeah." She looked at me like she wanted to hear more. So I kept going. "After the divorce, dad continued being a teacher and mom moved to LA with my sister. She went on to become a successful record producer. So everything's good." I smiled recounting the memories. Chloe's the only one who is actually interested in what I have to say.

Roman turned to us, "We're here." The girls looked outside their window. "The Weaver Residence." He added.

"Who's Weaver?" Ashley wondered.

"My mom." I replied. The vehicle came to a halt. Roman got out first to open the door for us.

"Should I call in-" I cut him off.

"I think we can manage. Thanks. Let's get inside guys."

I opened the doors. We walked in and saw a very tall ceiling, lovely molding, a beautiful view of the beach, exquisite paintings and pricey things all over the place. The room was suddenly filled with 'wows' as the girls looked around in amazement. Even I was surprised. I haven't been here in years.

"This place is huge!" Jessica said not taking her eyes off the glistening chandelier.

"If this is the beach house, I can't even think of her actual house." Fat Amy stated in awe.

Mom made her way towards us and she could not get off the phone. In a black blazer, gray shirt and dark pants, mom still looked like she was in her late thirties rather than her mid forties.

"I'll call you back later," She got off and pulled me in for a hug. "Beca!"

"Hey mom," I hugged back tighter. I didn't want to pull away.

She stroked my hair and pinched my nose. "Still my little girl," That got a giggle out of me.

"Mom these are my friends." I introduced her to the girls.

"Hey guys. You might know me by now but nevertheless, I'm Caroline Weaver, formerly Mitchell. So this is my home and I hope you all feel welcome," Her phone started ringing and she took it out again.

"I have to go for a while and meet up with our new artists. I'll leave you here so you can freshen up." Mom got back on her phone and headed outside.

"Oh and Beca, just call me if you need anything. And go look for Sage, she can't wait to see you. Bye, love you." She said before shutting the door.

"Bye." I replied quietly. "Hey uh. I'm just gonna check on something." I hurried upstairs, went to the first room on the left and opened the door. There she was. The ever so stylish, Sage Mitchell. Sitting on her desk reading Teen Vogue. Classic Sage.

"Beca!" She catapulted herself towards me. She looked as excited as I was. In a red-orange cardigan with a printed black dress underneath, this girl is on her way to becoming a style icon.

"Missed you." She whispered.

"Me too." I pinched her cheeks. "You cut your hair short."

"Yeah, I'm going for a sixties look. I'm channeling Sally Draper." Sage struck a pose. I chuckled.

"My friends are downstairs. They want to meet you."

"What about Jesse? Do I get to meet him?" she grinned. She's been teasing me about this.

"Nope. Just the girls." I took her hand. "Let's go." I led her downstairs and sure enough the girls were waiting for us.

Aubrey saw us going down the stairs. "There they are."

"Everyone, this is my sister Sage. Sage, the Bellas." Sage gave a quick nod and smiled.

"I've seen you perform at the Lincoln Center. Beca's told me a lot about you." she smirked. "And based on her stories I think I can figure out your names along the way."

The Bellas were amused by her. I don't think they ever imagined that there could be a mini version of me.

"Should I show you to your room? I can call someone to get your bags upstairs." Sage asked with a hand on her hip.

"Oh no, that's okay. I think we can do it ourselves." I quickly replied. I love how welcoming she is.

"Okay. Let's go upstairs then." We followed her to the guest room. I don't recall it being this big. But that was years ago so obviously a lot has changed. We set our bags on the floor. Lilly threw herself on the bed followed by Denise and Fat Amy.

"I'll leave you guys here to unpack, let me know if you need anything." Sage announced. "And one more thing, we're going to the beach at," she looked at the clock. "Two thirty" She added before shutting the door.

My phone started ringing. I checked my phone. Someone's calling. Oh, it's Jesse.

"Hi Jesse," I muttered.

"Hey Beca! How's LA?" He sounded pretty giddy and I could hear voices in the background. Probably the Trebles.

"It's okay." That was all I could say. Lately I've been wondering about how I really feel about us.

"I have something incredible to tell you." He paused "We got a record deal and we're here in LA!" I froze.

"That's great." I tried to sound enthusiastic.

"Listen, I'll call you later. We're about to play True American and I'm up!" And with that he hung up.

"Who was that?" Cynthia asked.

"Jesse. The Trebles, they're here."

"Seriously?" Aubrey looked miffed. "Of all the places they could go to they decide to crash here and rain on my vacation? I wanted a Treble-free summer!" Now she was fuming.

"Relax Aubrey. LA's a huge place, they can't possibly be in this area. Besides, we came here to bond remember? We won't be the same Bellas next year." Chloe. Always the mediator. It's one of the million things I love about her. Whenever Aubrey and I were feuding, she would get in the middle of it and we'd worked things out.

Aubrey sighed in defeat "Bellas," Her tone was serious. Everybody turned to her to listen. "Grab your bikinis, because we're heading to the beach!" Her frown turned to a smile and everybody cheered. I breathe out a sigh of relief. I'm just glad everybody's happy. Although I can't help but ponder on what Chloe had said. I should forget about it for a while. We'll just see how this vacation turns out.

So? Tell me what you think! I'm very precise about things, especially my characters, so I've picked Kiernan Shipka and Sandra Bullock to be Sage and Caroline. I absolutely adore them! You probably know Kiernan as Sally Draper from Mad Men and Sandra Bullock from The Blind Side and all her other great films. I thought they'd be perfect, so yeah. I'll probably post some pictures of them soon. But for now I'm going to bed. :)