Hey guys. My first Pitch Perfect fic; one of many that have already been started. I originally started writing all these Beca/Chloe stories, but somehow I fell in love with Aubrey/Beca. I'll be writing for both pairs eventually.
Here's the first chapter; it's a bit lengthy. There's not much of a fanbase for Aubrey/Beca so prompts and reviews will let me know that these stories are actually being read! Enjoy :P
"Are you serious?" Beca asked. She held the edge of her seat - one hand holding her steady, one hand squeezing the table with a vice grip. She couldn't believe it. Had she really screwed up that bad?
Luke's scowl only deepened as he stayed leaning against the doorway. He shook his head to himself, thumbing through the stack of documents in his hand. He began to read through the list of charges. "Impaired driving, public intoxication, assault with a weapon-"
"- I threw a coke can at the paparazzi. I hardly think that constitutes as a weapon." Beca interjected, folding her arms defiantly.
Luke raised an eyebrow at the brunette. "But you did throw it."
Beca tightened her lips, looking off to the side. A lecture was the last thing she wanted right now.
"What did you expect, Beca? You're a big name in the industry. There are always cameras and always people watching - so you have to keep it together. How do you expect me to sell your brand when you're on every tabloid with a beer in one hand and a bottle of rum in the other?"
Beca made a noise in exasperation; a throaty exhale of breath. "Oh come on; it's the music industry! You can't tell me that everyone else doesn't act like that."
Luke shrugged in dismissal, not allowing her the lenience she wanted. After all, this type of stuff had been happening far too often lately for his liking. "It's not a secret. Every hot shot in LA drinks too much and does too many drugs; but none of them are stupid enough to overdo it before a gig. You're lucky you're not getting jail time."
Beca blinked at him. "Jail time? But I didn't do anything; yeah maybe I had a few too many drinks but- "
"- but you ended up getting plastered, going home with a girl before your gig even started, and you got caught on the way. After the Wires Festival stunt, and now this DUI, are you really surprised that your clients are dropping you?"
"Hold on, Luke-"
"No, you're a mess. You're lucky if anybody takes you in the next year; I would drop you too if I wasn't signed to a contract." Luke said.
Beca is left silenced, searching for a coherent thought to explain herself out of this rut. She genuinely thought he'd be on her side for this one. Usually when she messed up she would just get a slap on the wrist, a talk from Luke, and new project to redeem herself. Maybe this time was different. Beca couldn't seem to gather the right words to defend herself against Luke's harsh blow. Then again, she'd never seen him look so disappointed - and to be honest, she was disappointed in herself as well.
Yes, she knew she messed up; but she never thought her clients would actually drop her. She was a top music producer – these things happen and then they blow over, right? She had lots of friends; somebody would want to hire her. Surely. She had pictures with Rihanna on her studio desk, for Christ's sake.
Luke dropped the folder of documents onto the table, the loud thump pulling Beca from her thoughts. "We've got work to do. You need to sign these court documents first, and then look over the release papers for New Rendition Records." He said, giving her a tight-lipped glance before turning to go. He exited the room, leaving Beca behind to feel like she'd just been punched in the gut.
After leaning in her chair for a few more moments, she finally propped herself up to tackle the rather large stack of paper. Gingerly leafing through the first folder, she sighed. She had lost the biggest contract of her career all because of one reckless night.
It had been a bitch to secure, and here she was now signing the cancellation agreement.
She bit the inside of her lip as she skimmed the document. Her contract was conditional and they had pulled the plug on her only yesterday; apparently they didn't want someone like her to represent their label. She wasn't sure who was more disappointed about it - Luke or herself. It had been the first thing to tumble out of Luke's mouth when he came to bail her out of the drunk tank - how it would be a big blow to her career, how they wouldn't be able to keep it on the down low, how other labels were probably going to do the same. For Luke, it was always about the numbers. On the other hand, it had been Beca's goal to produce music for New Rendition Records for as long as she could remember. So much for that dream.
Beca sighed, contemplating her situation.
Maybe she had turned into a liability. Maybe she needed something new.
Beca wasn't a huge fan of public transit; but with her license suspended from the impaired driving charge, she didn't have that much choice of getting around. She watched the buildings pass by her in a blur, people-watching as she rode the bus. Beca was headed to an old record store that she hadn't been to in years - her favourite spot when she'd first arrived in LA. Fresh out of college, surprisingly having finished her degree as well, she moved out to LA to chase her dreams. Her father had been right about a degree opening up many more options for her; it was one of the qualifications that helped her land an internship at her first studio. From there, it hadn't been long before she gained popularity within the music industry; her original and energizing approach to mixing music had clients booking her for albums at a time.
Beca got off the bus and walked the rest of the way to the record shop. Why hadn't she come back to visit this place in so long? She sighed, entering the store. It was about time she got back in touch with her roots.
The unmistakable, musty smell of old records washed over Beca as soon as she stepped in. Almost immediately, her eyes fluttered shut as she listened to the familiar tinker of the door's bell chime, like a vague, audio-stored memory. She definitely missed this place. Walking to one of the boxes that held the vinyl records, she flipped through them, seeing what she could find. Beca contented herself with a couple The Who vinyls for the time being, rationalizing that she'd have to carry all her purchases on the bus, and that she still needed to grab lunch. After much deliberation, the brunette chose two of her five choices, and spun on her heel to go pay. Beca nearly dropped the two records she had chosen when she came face to face with a familiar head of blond hair. She stopped in her tracks, just in time to keep herself from bumping into no one other than Aubrey Posen.
The older blonde took a step back to avoid the collision, and cradled the drink she was holding. "Are you trying to hip check me across the room?"
There was a moment of silence as the brunette stood arms-length from the expectant blonde, processing her encounter. For whatever reason, Beca found a giant grin plastering itself on her face. She would recognize Aubrey anywhere - and it seemed like the girl hadn't changed at all. Like a ghost from the past, the blonde almost looked timeless; save for the business suit in place of her usual summer dress, she looked as radiant and put together as she did 7 years ago.
"Aubrey?" Beca asked in disbelief. "It's Beca."
The blonde nodded as if that was already a given. "I know that; the ability to recognize faces is an innate feature in everybody's brain-"
Without warning the brunette launched her arms around Aubrey in a warm embrace. She felt the girl stiffen in her grasp, not quite caring that the blonde probably considered this a major violation of her personal space.
"Okay," Aubrey said, peeling Beca's arms off her. "Okay, enough. It's done."
Unfazed, the brunette backed off, putting her hands on her hips. Beca had so many things she wanted to say, she had no idea where to start. She hadn't caught up with any of the original Bellas for years now and she missed her college friends. Just like most extra-curricular activities, the friendships forged were usually left with the memories made. With so many questions resurfacing, Beca found it hard to keep from firing off at her friend from so long ago. "Holy shit, right. What are the chances of us running into each other?"
"Well if you wanted me to do the math-"
"- What are you doing in LA?"
"Actually, I live here; I-"
"- have you eaten yet? Want to grab a bite?"
The blonde's eyebrows furrowed and she held a her hand out. "Stop, I get overwhelmed when I can't address one thing at a time."
"Sorry, just excited I guess." Beca said, hugging her records to her chest. A little more excited than she'd figured herself to be, given the fact that she'd made no effort to contact any of her college friends in years.
Aubrey gave the brunette a rather scrutinizing look. "Evidently."
"Oh don't act like you aren't happy to see me." Beca said, not wanting to be the only one who enjoyed the reunion. She assumed Aubrey felt the same and just had a different, more mellow way of expressing it. At least she hoped so.
"I am pleased. Forgive me if I'm not particularly ecstatic about almost being tackled across the store and then interrogated;" The blonde held out her hand to stop inevitable protest from Beca, tilting her head to the smaller girl. "But I am nevertheless charmed by the chance encounter."
"We need to catch up; want to get a coffee? There's a place up the street." Beca offered, eager to move their conversation to a more comfortable setting.
"Actually, I have a meeting with the owner of this shop at 1pm. I'm late." The blonde said.
Beca checked her watch. "It's only 12:50."
"Like I said, late!" Aubrey exclaimed, and Beca repressed the urge to roll her eyes. The blonde reached into her jacket pocket and produced a business card. "You can call my secretary and leave a message. I'll get back to you within a week."
"So. . . That's a yes?" The brunette asked, tentatively.
"Yes, that's a yes. To coffee." Said Aubrey. She flashed a tight smile before gesturing to the stairs that was labeled 'employee only'. "Goodbye."
Beca blinked at the sudden indication of departure. "Umm, okay. See you soon then." She said.
The blonde gave a curt nod and started to walk away - only to stop, seemingly contemplate, and then finally back pedal. She stood before Beca once more, her stature as rigid as ever; but she spoke in a softer tone. "Hey," She started.
"Yeah?"
Aubrey's lip twitched before answering, her hardened composure faltering for a moment. "If you call, make sure to tell my secretary it's important. That way she doesn't filter it out."
Beca nodded. "Yeah, sure."
The blonde held eye contact for another second. "That's all." She said, going off without a backwards glance.
The brunette who was left behind almost laughed. Yes, that blonde had not changed one bit.
A week had rolled around since Beca's run-in with Aubrey. She had left a message that night, and she was still waiting on a response. For some reason, she was counting on this. She looked forward to catching up with the blonde now that they were older and established; she was curious as to where everybody's path ended up taking them. She didn't mean to lose touch with all the Bellas, but she just became so busy trying to make it big that e-mails and phone calls became more sporadic and eventually dissipated. She thought back to the community the young girls had built. She wanted that feeling back again. She wanted to be part of something again that meant so much to her.
It wasn't that she was unhappy with how her life had turned out; it just turned out differently than she'd imagined.
Beca couldn't remember the last time she just made music for the fun of making music. Working in the music industry was strange in that way - it objectified art; made it something quantitative and linear. These days, whenever Beca was in the studio it was just work; she was always trying to impress someone or working to encompass a sound that her clients wanted. Originally, Beca had started out making her own mixes, but as her career progressed she ended up almost exclusively sound engineering for other artists. This change in direction was pushed upon her because it came with more recognition, money, and opportunity - and of course she listened to her manager's advice. It was novel and exciting, and Beca was damn good at it. . . But where was the turning point? At which point did she lose herself in the contemporary culture of fame and glamour? Somewhere along the line, Beca became a mess. When did other people have to start taking care of her? She had always been so independent.
She sighed.
Beca was at a point in her life where things were shaky. She figured a little touch with home base might be good for her health.
As it stood, she really did miss college. Even if Aubrey was her only connection to her Georgia life, the girl was great when she wasn't being a bitch. Then again, a nostalgic Beca sort of admired the bitch part.
Beca had been sitting at home and eating in front of her TV when Aubrey called.
"Hello?" The brunette answered.
"May I speak to Beca Mitchell?" The voice on the other line asked.
"This is her."
"Hello Beca, this is Aubrey."
"I can tell."
"How?"
"Your voice; I recognize it. And mannerism, and enunciation, and I have caller ID." Beca offered.
"I don't remember you being so talkative, Ms. Mitchell."
"Dude, ew. Don't Ms. Mitchell me."
"My apologies. You still have a rather drabby vocabulary, however."
Beca could have rolled her eyes. "Whatever man."
"I have a vacancy in my schedule if you still wanted to go for coffee."
"Sure, I'm free whenever." Said Beca. It was true - she had learned pretty quickly that there was no work for her for the time being, as she had no willing clients.
"Fantastic. Let's meet at the Starbucks on Central Avenue tomorrow at 7am."
"Unfortunately, I'll be sleeping at that time." Beca said. Seven in the morning? Who wakes up that early unless they have a flight to catch?
"Okay, 7:30am then. I'm going to be in business casual so there's no need for you to dress up."
"Uhh,"
"Confirmed?" Prompted Aubrey.
Beca shrugged to herself. Whatever. "Sure."
"Alright, see you tomorrow."
"Goodnight Aubrey."
Beca didn't think she could look worse for her coffee meet up. She had inevitably woken up late, threw her hair into a messy bun, and pulled some jeans on before hailing a cab. When she arrived at the Starbucks, Aubrey was already there, waiting patiently with her hands wrapped around a steaming mug. Unwilling to pay $5 for a latte, Beca ordered a black coffee and sat back down with the blonde.
The brunette had a bit of anxiety for the meeting. Yes, she definitely wanted to catch up, but her and Aubrey had never really been on the same foot before. They hated each other when they first met, reconciled only shortly before their final Bellas performance, and then Aubrey graduated. Her and Chloe had shown up to the following year's ICCA performance where the Bellas reclaimed their first-place title, and then the year after that it was only Chloe. Beca had never really had a relationship with Aubrey, and it was obvious that whatever bond they created hadn't lasted the test of time.
However, when Beca engaged with the blonde again for the first time in years, all was well. The conversation was light and easy between the two. Perhaps age had helped iron out their differences.
The two talked about their careers; Beca only having to touch upon her recent blight before Aubrey quickly mentioned that she saw the tabloids. It turns out that Aubrey had been doing well for herself too. Not that Beca was surprised; she knew that the blonde and her A-type personality would find success wherever she went. Much to her father's distaste, Aubrey ended up pursuing a career in the entertainment business as well. She co-owned a large company that facilitated, supplied, and rented out the stage and set up equipment for concerts and events. Her company, appropriately called High Note, was currently undergoing an expansion project to partner with local music equipment, record stores, and recording studios. It was a lengthy process that would help them monopolize LA's vast music industry. In addition to that, Aubrey sported a rather large rock on her engagement finger. Her fiancee worked in her father's law firm and constantly travelled around, allowing both Aubrey and his schedules to coincide for the most part.
The biggest surprise was when Beca asked about Chloe. It almost sounded fake when Aubrey told her the news.
"She's a Dutchess in Luxembourg. She literally married a duke."
Beca had trouble processing this in one sentence.
"Chloe Beale is now a dutchess in Luxembourg?" Beca repeated.
"Yes, and happily so." Aubrey offered. "You'd be surprised at the level of chivalry from the european royal family; they are a joy to be around."
"I don't know if you're shitting me,"
The blonde scrunched up her nose at the foul language. "That doesn't even deserve a response."
Apparently a lot can happen in 7 years, including marrying into royalty. Beca shook her head, almost speaking to herself now. "That girl can charm the hell out of anybody."
"Among other things." Aubrey commented.
Beca hadn't thought about the redhead much in recent years, but she'd be lying if she didn't acknowledge the big crush she had harbored for Chloe in college. She had been introverted and rather mouthy in her college days, which served to limit her ability to socialize, but she seemed to have made an instant connection with Chloe. She wished it had been easier for her to build relationships and the redhead had made it look so easy. Maybe that is what drew her in. It was strange though; because even though Chloe was beautiful and complete girlfriend material, Beca felt that if the redhead were to barge into her life right now she wouldn't have the same feelings for her as she did in the past. Things had changed. Beca wasn't that same teenager who dreamed of making it big and getting away from her boring and privileged suburban life. She had grown up and her needs were different now.
Beca had gotten better at socializing since it was a key part of her job. In her earlier years, she needed someone who could get her to open up and would take the initiative as a partner - someone like Chloe. As of late, Beca recognized the part of her that desired a partner who was steady and ready for commitment, but also let her have her independence - someone like . . . Well, she'd didn't really have anyone in her life like that at the moment. She was sure they were just lurking around the corner, figuratively speaking (she hoped). Perhaps having a social circle of entertainers and club-goers wasn't the best pool of potential mates.
After covering the general topic of where the Bellas were in their lives, the conversation moved on to other areas of interest: what it was like for Aubrey to run her own company, did Chloe enjoy Luxembourg or would she rather live in America, what kinds of things Beca did with her spare time, the best places to eat in town, the most reliable source of industry media (tabloids were obviously ruled out). In the two-hour time slot that Aubrey had allotted them, they had ventured off into topics of an increasingly random nature. Not that Beca minded. In fact, it was nice to talk to someone who wasn't really into the club scene. She found Aubrey interesting in such a particular way that she involuntarily recommended a place for their next meet up.
The blonde raised an eyebrow.
"So you're under the assumption that we're meeting again next week." Aubrey stated, her expression curious (borderline smirk, be it what you will).
Beca bit her lip. "I mean, well; if we did have lunch that is where I'd want to take us. They have great sushi. If you wanted to go. . . I didn't really think this would just be a one time thing."
"You want to hang out again?"
"Uhm," Beca stumbled. She was having a hard time forming coherent sentences. Aubrey was nice to be around, but she could be so intense and aggressive sometimes - which was code for 'all the time'. "Do you?"
"Well it's a yes or no question. Either this coffee date was successful in achieving your desired goal and you would like to potentially repeat the engagement, or it was unsuccessful in reaching the desired outcome you had previously established when agreeing to said engagement." Said Aubrey, folding her hands onto the table.
"What? Uhm, the first one." Beca said. Why did Aubrey have to be so god damned wordy all the time?
Aubrey smiled. "Good."
The following week Beca attended a court hearing concerning her DUI and was sentenced a fine and 100 hours of community service. It just so happens that she was stationed for 50 of those hours at a dog pound outside the city, twice a week until the hours were up. The commute proved to be a bitch without her license, but Beca did have a secret love for animals. As instructed by Luke, Beca was keeping things on the down low until her negative media coverage blew over. She'd take some shifts at venues that asked her to spin, but for the most part she was going to stay away from the party scene until her community service hours were fulfilled.
Aubrey and Beca met up for their scheduled lunch the following week, and Beca had the pleasure of watching Aubrey squeal as she accidentally ate a forkful of wasabi. The girl had pretty much zero spice tolerance.
After that, they didn't see each other for the next three weeks because of conflicting schedules. Beca almost took the lack of communication as a sign of her dismissal of their reignited friendship, but was pleasantly surprised when she received a text from the older blonde, asking for another morning coffee date. It went on like this for a while, one would contact the other every so often to create new plans. It didn't take long for the meetings to become less sporadic and more insinuated - of course, Aubrey needed to make a routine out of everything.
Beca embraced the new stability of the friendship as a substitute for her earlier habits of constantly working or partying. Her work social circle was still pretty pissed about her being MIA for her last gig. She let her fans and workmates wait for an empty stage that night. Not cool.
But she was paying the price little by little, and she knew it'd come around.
Not that Beca minded the change of pace. For the most part she just worked on some new mixes from home, spun about once a week, and went to the shelter to complete her community service.
It wasn't the most exciting time in her life.
Truthfully, Beca had come to really look forward to hanging out with Aubrey because it was the highlight of her week. It was a strange phenomenon that they had met by chance after all these years, and even stranger that Beca took so much comfort in their friendship. So much, that Beca found herself anticipating Aubrey's texts or calls, and becoming anxious if they didn't appear for days at a time. She chalked it up to her situation. She was in a transitory period in her career that left her feeling low in the self-esteem department, as well as lacking social stimulation - of course she needed a friend; especially one who wasn't holding a grudge against her for past faults. At least that's what she reasoned with herself.
But it couldn't just be one way. If Aubrey didn't like her company, then she wouldn't be agreeing to make plans all the time. Lord knows that the blonde would have no qualms telling Beca she wasn't worth her time. Hell, Aubrey had a business to run, a fiancee to see, and she was still seeing Beca on a regular basis. The brunette had to be doing something right.
The blonde showed up at Beca's building at 8pm sharp on Friday evening. Deciding to go down to let her in, opposed to buzzing her up, Beca threw on a hoodie and headed down the stairs. When she opened the door, she took in the sight of the blonde before her. Complete with side swept bangs, Aubrey was wearing a tight-fitting black dress and matching heels.
"You did not understand me when I said to dress casual." Beca said, looking down at her own sweatpants-sweatshirt attire.
Aubrey cocked her head to the side. "This is casual. These heels are like 2-inches."
"Which still puts me at shoulder length." The brunette rolled her eyes and ushered Aubrey in. "Come on. It's on the 6th floor."
Beca followed the blonde up the couple of steps to the elevator lobby, trying not to be distracted by the rather generous view her angle was presenting her with. It could have been that Beca hadn't been laid since before her DUI, but with Aubrey in her black dress, it almost wasn't fair.
Riding up the elevator, Beca decided to give her disclaimer. "Sorry if the apartment is messy, I just came from the pound." Beca said. She had made a conscious effort to clean it before she left earlier, but she knew Aubrey would find things to comment on.
"Please, I survived your dorm room at Barden. I think I'm equipped for anything now."
Beca let herself smirk as she led the way down the hall and opened the door to her flat. She watched Aubrey carefully for her reaction, but the blonde did a pretty good job of keeping her thoughts to herself - save a few lingering glances at the shoe pile and coat hanger. That, or maybe she didn't find the place too misfitting to her expectations. Most likely the first option.
"Not bad, Beca." Aubrey said, nodding her head slightly.
"Thanks." Beca responded, knowing it was the most approval she'd get from this girl. "I'll grab some drinks, you can sit on the couch."
The blonde moved to the couch while Beca retreated to her kitchen. She had bought some white wine from France, based on a comment she remembered from one of their earlier get togethers. Fetching an ice bucket and some glasses, the returned to find Aubrey shuffling through the rows of CDs on her shelf.
"Find something you like?" Beca asked as she placed the cups down. She unscrewed the cork and started pouring the wine.
The blonde finished rearranging the top row before answering. "Just organizing them into alphabetical order." She said, dusting off her hands. Aubrey looked back at the brunette. "You're a hoarder, you know that? Don't you have an mp3?"
"Hey now, I'm a collector, not a hoarder." Beca defended herself. "Those things are gonna be worth a lot one day; when everything goes digital and people start asking what vinyl or CD-ROM is, I'll educate them with my records. Plus, they have sentimental value to me."
"Sentimental value?" Aubrey repeated. "But there are so many."
"Try me."
The two women locked eyes, and Aubrey evidently accepted the challenge - turning back to the collection. She allowed her fingers to slide across the spines of each CD case, a look of determination overtaking her features. She stopped and pulled one out near the end. "What's the story behind this one?"
Beca walked over, taking it from the blonde and holding it in her own hands. It was the Beastie Boys, Hello Nasty album from 1998. A smile grew on her face as she conjured up the memory, and she loosely waved it in the air. "Up north. Summer of 2003 when I was ten, my mum and dad used to take me out to the cottage and we'd always rent a boat for the season. That was before they split, though. But yeah, my dad would take me fishing all the time and I got to bring my keyboard up there to make music. He would play that CD the whole drive there and back."
"Beca Mitchell on a boat? But where would you plug in your laptop?" Aubrey asked, her face taking on exaggerated concern.
"I know, my life was so hard." Beca said, her face mimicking the intended sorrow.
The blonde laughed and nodded in approval. "Okay; this one." She said, pulling out Laura Marling's Alas I Cannot Swim album.
Beca jumped right in. "2008; I ordered it the day it came out. She was the start of my British folk music phase. I would've killed to see her tour with Marcus Mumford back in the day." Beca sighed. "But I wasn't legal and she only played in lounges. Seeing as I've looked 12 years old my whole life, I missed the opportunity."
Aubrey was pleasantly surprised. "I'm impressed, Mitchell. Do you have a story behind all of these CDs?" She asked.
"Most of them." Beca answered. "Some of them are just good music."
Aubrey let her hand graze the titles again and picked out another CD. "How about this one?"
Beca felt a smirk spreading onto her lips as she took it from the older blonde. "Doo-Wops & Hooligans, Bruno Mars." She started. "Firstly, this album was playing when I first . . . The time I . . . Well;"
"The first time you what?"
The smirk on Beca's face grew even larger. "You know. . ."
Aubrey's eyes widened. "Oh God, keep that to yourself!" She cried.
"Oh come on, you asked! Plus we're both adults here."
"You seriously lost your virginity to Bruno Mars?" Aubrey asked.
Beca shrugged, never really feeling self-conscious about it until right then. "It was summer time, it fit! Alright fine, what song did you lose yours to?" She shot back.
Aubrey shook her head. "That's private."
"I told you mine!"
"And it was totally lame." Aubrey said.
"Oh my God, stop judging. Here, take your wine." Beca said, handing Aubrey her glass. She watched as Aubrey swirled the wine around in the glass, aerating it before taking a sip.
"Is this French?" Aubrey's tongue moved in her mouth, considering the flavor.
"Yes."
"French white wine is one of my favourites." Aubrey commented.
Beca smiled to herself; she already knew that. She took a sip of her own wine and continued. "Anyways, I was also going to say: Just the Way You Are is on that album. So it's also sentimental because it reminds me of when we were in the pool with the Bellas, and you picked that song for us to sing."
"Oh God,"
"What?" Beca asked.
"Don't lump together the Bella's and losing your V-card, it'll deteriorate the history of acapella."
"Shut up."
Aubrey placed the CDs back onto the shelf and went to sit beside Beca on the couch. "That was a good day, though. I was really proud of you."
"Really?" Beca asked, and the two shared a sideways glance.
"Oh stop grinning like that,"
"-I'm not grinning."
"You're grinning like a wolf. And I'm just saying, it was a good mix."
Beca couldn't help but feel warm with Aubrey's approval. She knew they kicked ass that day in the pool, but it nice to hear the older blonde say it. "I thought you hated me back then, you know."
"I didn't hate you." Aubrey answered.
"You yelled at me all the time!"
The blonde laughed into her glass. "Yeah, because you really sucked at first."
"Hey-"
"And it's acapella. I had to make sure we were the best."
The brunette chuckled, taking a good look at her old friend. How strange it was to be reminiscing on college days and sharing a glass of wine with Aubrey Posen. Seven years later and of all people, Aubrey was the only one still in her life. Beca offered her a genuine smile. She was sure that whatever she did and wherever she chose to go, the blonde sitting beside her would always be the best. It was in her nature.
Beca slouched back into her couch, getting comfortable. "You bring your movies, Bree?"
Well, there it is. I'll have chapter 2 up sometime soon. This story will probably be 3 chapters.
Yeah, I guess I had a little fun sending Chloe off to Luxembourg. Shoot me. Oh, and it's set so that it's 2020 (so when the movie came out it was around 2013ish and it's been 7 years).
Let me know what you think! :)
