Stacie Conrad's Soulmate

Summary : Stacie Conrad is hoping that her soulmate - the nickname tattooed on her wrist - is either a British or a Musician or maybe even both. (Soulmate AU. The soulmates chosen nickname appears in their own handwriting on the wrist of their soulmate.)

-o0o-

Stacie's always had a type - one thing you should know about Stacie. For as long as she can remember it's always been British or Musicians or British Musicians - which practically melt her - and when she moved to Los Angeles she realised that there are a lot more Musicians than there were in Atlanta, where she used to live. Another thing that you should know about Stacie is that she loves sex. Thats all all of these people are to her. Sex. She doesn't like relationships but only because she's waiting to find her soulmate. The name tattooed on her wrist since her 16th birthday, taunting her. She has yet to find them and she's almost 25. She's hoping to find them before she turns that age. And hers is more confusing because the nickname tattooed onto her wrist could be for a female or male. She wishes she could've had something like her best-friends had. 'Bree' and 'Chlo'. How easy. They found each other in high school and have been together ever since. Stacie's name - 'Bec' - could as easily be for Rebeca or Beca as it could be for Beckett or Beck. And considering that Stacie has slept with both male and female, it makes it all that harder to find him. Or is it a her? So she sleeps with anyone for now and hopes that she finds her soulmate soon.

-o0o-

She still hasn't found them and her birthday is next Friday. Today is Saturday. She has less than a week to find whoever 'Bec' is.

-o0o-

She walking through the grocery store the next day when she bumps - literately bumps - into them. The woman - Stacie notes - walks straight into Stacie and they both drop all the items in their hands to the floor.

"Shit." The British voice says. Stacie looks up to see who apologised.

It's a brunette about 5" 5' - the same height as her - with the deepest blue eyes she has ever seen. Stacie can't help but look into them for a moment.

"Umm...are you alright?" The voice speaks snapping Stacie back to the present.

"What? Yes, yes. I'm fine. Sorry." Stacie says.

"Hi, I'm Beca Mitchell. And you are?" Beca says. She holds out her right hand for Stacie to shake, Stacie looks at it to see if the name is on that wrist - it is but due to Beca's leather jacket, she can't see what it says.

"Stacie. Conrad. Stacie Conrad." She says, flushing from embarrassment. She takes and shakes Beca's hand. She sees Beca's eyes flick down to her wrist - the one that has her soulmates name - and then straight back into her eyes.

"Well, hello, Stacie Conrad." Beca smirks. "I am so sorry for bumping into you. It was completely my fault. How can I apologise?"

"Well," she let's go of Beca's hand. "You've already said sorry twice. I think you've apologised." Stacie comments.

"I was more thinking dinner?" Beca says smoothly. "I could cook you something?"

"Okay. But what if I don't Like you? Then I'm just stuck at your house." Stacie smirks.

"Damn. How did you figure out my plan already?" Beca jokes and laughs. Stacie joins in and then continues the banter.

"I can read minds." She winks.

"Prove it. What am I thinking about right now?" Beca asks.

"Pizza." Stacie guesses. Beca gasps and looks completely shocked.

"I can't believe it. You lied to me." Beca says.

"Fine then. What were you thinking about?" Stacie asks.

"How to get your number." Beca, once again, replies smoothly. Stacie does her best not to swoon at the stranger.

"That was 100% smooth."

"Did it work?" Beca asks hopefully.

"It did. Okay, give me your phone?" Beca handed her phone to Stacie and smiles. Stacie adds her phone number to her contacts list and names her contact 'Stacie (Grocery Store Girl)' she takes a quick selfie and sets it as her picture in the contact.

"Hey, quick question, what names your tattoo?" Beca asks.

"It's Bec. Why?" Stacie saves the contact.

"No reason. Just wondering." Stacie hands Beca's phone back to her.

"You asked me a quick question, now it's my turn. Where are you from?"

"Well, I think it's pretty obvious but I'm from London, England." Beca answers. "So I'll call you and we can set something up?"

"Yeah, for sure." Stacie answers.

-o0o-

Stacie gets a text about three hours later. (She definitely wasn't counting and she most definitely wasn't waiting for the text.) she's sat in her living room with Aubrey and Chloe when the 'ping' resonates around the room.

Beca (2:03 pm) : Hey, this is Beca Mitchell, from the shop?

She adds the contact to her phone and texts back.

Stacie (2:04 pm) : Hey, Yeah, I remember. How are you?

Beca (2:04 pm) : I'm good. What about you?

"Who are you talking to?" Aubrey asks.

"No one." Stacie says quickly.

Stacie (2:05 pm) : I'm great. Are you texting me to set something up? Because you said you'd call. *smirking emoji*

Her text is read and a call comes through a minute later. She excuses herself and makes her way to the kitchen of her house.

"Hello?" Beca says.

"Hi." Stacie answers.

"So, I texted but I remember saying that I would call to set up a date." Beca says.

"I remember that too." Stacie replies. "So I'm free Wednesday and Thursday, what's good for you?" She asks.

"Thursdays good." Beca answers. "So Thursday?"

"Thursday." Stacie confirms.

"I'll pick you up and we can go out." Beca says.

"I recall you saying that you'd cook for me." Stacie comments. "What happened to that?"

"Well I didn't want you to be stuck at my house. But I can if you want?" Beca says. "I'll even cook at your place if it would make you feel better."

"Okay, sure." Stacie smiles goofily and leans on her counter. "I'll text the address."

"Great. I'll see you Thursday at 7?" Beca asks.

"See you Thursday." Stacie says and ends the call. She puts her phone down onto the counter, squeals and shakes her fists in excitement.

"Well, that's obviously not no one if they have you this excited. Spill." Chloe says from behind her. Stacie jumps out of her skin and spins to face the redhead.

"Jesus Christ." Stacie puts her hand on her chest in order to stop her heart from beating so frantically.

"Thanks, But Chloe will do."

"Fuck you." Stacie laughs. "You scared the crap out of me."

"Come on. Spill. Who is making Stacie Conrad squeal?" Stacie grabs her phone and leads Chloe back into the living room and sits on the sofa opposite Chloe and Aubrey.

"Her name is Beca Mitchell-"

"Beca Mitchell? Like the Beca Mitchell?" Chloe interrupts.

"I don't...What do you mean?" Stacie asks.

"The musician, Beca Mitchell. Google her." Aubrey says.

Stacie pulls her phone out from her back pocket and opens google. She types Beca Mitchell and surely enough, there is the woman that ran into her at the grocery store.

"Oh my god. How did I not notice?" Stacie says. "She sings one of my favourite songs. I didn't even think about that."

"So is it?" Chloe asks.

"Yeah." Stacie says. "Oh my god. She's British and a musician. I'm literately going to die on Thursday."

"You're seeing her on Thursday? Like this Thursday in four days?" Chloe asks.

"Yes."

"What are you guys doing?" Aubrey asks.

"She coming here to cook something for me." Stacie says.

"She can cook?" Chloe asks.

"We'll find out on Thursday."

-o0o-

It's Thursday.

Beca should be here in about three hours and Stacie is freaking out.

Currently she's running around tidying up the house she already cleaned the day before. She stands up straight and looks around, not pleased with how it looks - even though it's completely spotless - but she knows that if she continues, she won't have enough time to shower and get ready.

She gets out of the shower about 1 and a half hours before Beca gets there and she's practically pulling an Aubrey - aka stress vomiting. She wears a navy blue sleeveless A-line dress with lace embellishments across the chest and matching heels. It was about 30 minutes before Beca was due to arrive when she gets a text.

Beca (6:27 pm) : are you sure you still wanna have this date? I won't hate you if you say no.

Stacie (6:28 pm) : Yes I still wanna go in this date with you. I'm excited to see what you make.

Beca (6:28 pm) : I'll be there soon then. See ya.

She doesn't text back, instead she texts Chloe and Aubrey in their group chat.

Stacie (6:30 pm) : Guys, I'm freaking out. What am I going to do?

Chloe (6:31 pm) : Stacie, chill. You're going to be totally fine. This date is going to be amazing and you're going to have an amazing time.

Aubrey (6:32 pm) : Exactly. You don't have to worry. You never know, she could be your soulmate.

Stacie (6:32 pm) : What do you mean 'she could be your soulmate'? Why would you think that?

Aubrey (6:33 pm) : Well her name is Beca. Your soulmates nickname is Bec. I'm not saying that she's the one and you should marry her tonight, I'm just saying it's a possibility.

Stacie (6:34 pm) : Okay, can we stop talking about Beca being my soulmate and talk about something completely different. What are you guys doing tonight?

Chloe (6:35 pm) : Were totally gonna fuck all over our apartment. *Wink Face Emoji*

Aubrey (6:35 pm) : WTF Chloe!

Stacie (6:37 pm) : Thanks for the distracter guys. I really needed it. I'll tell you how it went later maybe. And if I don't call you tonight then it's probably going really well. Like really well. *Wink Face Emoji*

Chloe (6:40 pm) : Haha speak later Stace. Love you.

Stacie (6:41 pm) : Love you guys too.

Stacie has about 15 minutes before her doorbell rings, announcing Beca's arrival, so she sits on her couch waiting nervously. When the bell does ring, she jumps a little and gets up to answer the door.

"Hey, how are you?" Beca asks once the door opens.

"I'm great. And you?" Stacie replies, stepping aside and motioning for Beca to come in, she steps in carrying a grocery bag.

"Amazing." Beca replies. "Where is the kitchen?" She questions.

"This way." Stacie leads the blue eyed brunette to the kitchen and tells her where everything is. She also tell her how to turn everything on and then sits down. "Would you like anything to drink?"

"What have you got?" She asks.

"I have...beer, red wine, white wine, water or soda?"

"I know this is going to make me look like a stereotypical Brit, but have you got any tea?" Beca asks.

"Uh Yeah." Stacie laughs. "I'll make you some. Sugar?" She replies.

"Two please. Thanks." Beca says. "I should have texted and asked if you were allergic to anything."

"That's okay. I'll eat literally anything." Stacie says.

"That's good to know." Beca smirks and starts getting things out of her bag. Stacie makes her a cup of tea and herself a coffee.

"Thanks." Beca says. "So I'm making a Pasta Bolognese Bake. How does that sound?" She asks.

"That sounds amazing. I can't really cook so I don't have that many home cooked meals. It'll be nice to have one." They continue to talk until Beca brings up a certain topic.

"So, where do you work?" She asks.

"I'm a therapist. I help teens and young children with any mental health issues they have." Stacie says. "What about you?"

"Well, I'm a singer songwriter. Maybe you've heard any of my stuff?" Beca asks.

"Maybe. Give me a sec." she pulls out her phone and opens Spotify. She searches Beca's name and plays her favourite song. "I love this song." Stacie says.

"You had no idea?" Beca asks shocked.

"To be completely honest, I found out on Sunday when you texted me. I was with my friends and I told them who you were, and they told me to google you. But, I don't normally look at the names of artists. I prefer to focus on the message of the song I'm listening to. If I find an artist that I really like, I'll listen o more of their stuff. But normally I just listen to the music." Stacie answers.

"That's...exactly how I feel. I debated not using my name, just to let people focus on my message. But my manager said that it would probably take away from my music more." Stacie gives a confused face so Beca continues. "People love to know things. He thought that if I didn't use my name that people would ignore the music and focus on trying to figure out who I am."

"That's a really good point." Stacie says. "So, you know what my soulmates name is, but I don't know yours. Who's the lucky person?" Stacie asks.

"Well, it's a girl, well I hope. And I've already met her, but I don't think she's realised yet." Beca says.

"She might have."

"Maybe. But I doubt it. She might have thought about it but forgotten about it straight away." Beca comments.

"Okay."

"Dinner is almost ready. Where are the plates?" Beca asks. "And the cutlery."

"I'll get them." Stacie stands and grabs two plates and hands them to Beca and two sets cutlery and places them on the table. (One set at the end of the table and the other to the left.)

Beca plates the food and carries it to the table. She passes Stacie one of the plates (using the hand that has the name tattooed on it) giving Stacie a clear view of what the name says.

"Stace." Stacie says.

"What? Oh." Beca replies. She places her plate in the other space and sit down. "Okay, So. My soulmate is Stace. I'm assuming that it's you because yours is Bec. That's my nickname. I'm hoping yours is Stace. Please say it is?" Beca asks.

"It is. So we're soulmates?" Stacie says.

"I think so. When I met you I felt a - this is going to sound really cheesy but - I felt a connection. Like I instantly felt a bond. I guess that's what happens. Is that what you felt?"

"I didn't understand what it was at first, but that's exactly what it felt like." Stacie confirms. "Wait, you said before that you knew. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. I was nervous that it wasn't you and I was just imagining things. I'm not imagining things am I? You feel this connection between us?" Beca asks motioning between them.

"Yeah, Bec. I do." Stacie says. She looks directly into Beca's eyes and smiles when she sees Beca's eyes drop to her lips. She copies Beca's actions but leans closer towards her. She continues until they're sharing the air between them.

Suddenly, Beca surges forward and attaches her lips to Stacie's.

-o0o-

6 Months Later...

-o0o-

"Hey, Stace?" Beca calls.

"Yeah Babe?"

"Where did we put the new toothpaste?" Stacie gets out of bed and comes behind Beca to wrap her arms around her waist.

She reaches into the drawer next ti the sink and pulls out a new tube of toothpaste. "Here." She kisses Beca's neck and then looks at her through the mirror.

"You look so beautiful right now." Beca says. She forgets about brushing her teeth for bed and turns to face Stacie. She kisses her and smiles.

"We're moving tomorrow." Beca whispers.

"Yes we are. I can't believe that I got so lucky." Stacie says, matching Beca's volume.

"I'm the lucky one." Beca kisses Stacie. "I'm happy we're buying this house together. I can't wait for tomorrow."

"Me too." Stacie says. "I love you."

"I love you too."