A/N: I had an idea, I am writing the idea even though it's pre-Christmas and I work in retail. It's looking like it'll be about 6 chapters, and I hope to post the last chapter on New Years Eve, so hopefully regular-ish updating? Anyway, let's get to that fic.

(Edit: Updated a few hours after posting because, hey, I should really proofread shouldn't I?)


"So, why do we need to go to Disneyland again?" Aubrey asks, raising an eyebrow at her two friends as she pours a coffee from the machine in the kitchenette of their hotel room.

"Because this is why we came here!" Chloe exclaims, her voice rising in agitation, a little too lost in her Disney obsession to notice Aubrey was joking.

"Chloe, chill. I'm kidding. Just let me wake up, okay?" she gestures to the coffee in her hand. Chloe visibly relaxes, nodding before she turns and walks over to where she'd thrown her backpack when they'd got back to the hotel after watching the fireworks last night.

"Can I convince either of you to wear your graduate pins today?" Chloe breaks the comfortable silence in the room a few minutes later, fishing said pins out of her bag and holding them up towards Amy and Aubrey.

"Are we meant to be wearing them though? Like, isn't it an American college graduation thing, not Australian high school?" Aubrey asks.

"Fuck no, we're graduates! Wear the damn pin!" Amy cheers, rushing over and grabbing one out of Chloe's hand. The other two just shake their heads, because you don't go to school with someone like Amy for six years and not get at least a little bit used to the occasional burst of hype.

Some of their peers had occasionally – okay, regularly – questioned why Amy was friends with Chloe and Aubrey, given Chloe was a straight-A humanities nerd; Aubrey a straight-A science nerd, and Amy bragged about having failed every subject at least once. Chloe questioned it too, although for different reasons, as they finally walked out the main entrance of Disneyland Resort. Aubrey smiled politely at the doorman, Chloe smiled widely, and Amy tried to go for a high-five. Granted, it was Disney, so the doorman in question quickly got over his surprise and high-fived the exuberant almost-adult.

"Getting all the duuuu-" Amy called out as they walked the short distance from the hotel to the park entrance, Aubrey quickly slapping a hand over her face. "Whmmmph?" Amy tried to speak against Aubrey's hand.

"Shut up, there's kids around. I feel like I'm being your damn parent here, Amy, and you're no help, Chloe-" Aubrey paused, realising Chloe was glancing off in an entirely different direction looking mildly confused. "Chloe?" Aubrey removed her hand from Amy's face (with much drama following, although she chose to ignore it) to jab Chloe in the side.

"Oh, sorry, I swear I saw-" Chloe stopped, shaking her head, "never mind. Where were we?"

"Telling Amy not to be creepy to doormen when there's heaps of kids around," Aubrey answered.

"I know, that was hypothetical. C'mon, let's get to breakfast, this place is meant to be good," Chloe grabs Aubrey's hand to drag her over to the park entrance, knowing that Amy would be following close behind them. Hopefully.

Only ten minutes later, the three friends were seated peacefully at a table outside a café on Main Street, looking over their menus. They were seated after nine minutes, but Aubrey spent a good minute bragging about how useful her preparedness was in getting them from the resort to a table in such a quick time when they'd woken up late. The other two dared not point out which of them had been the last up, but Chloe did point out whose idea it was to wear the 'Just Graduated' pins that got them a free coffee each, Aubrey merely sighing and taking a sip of said coffee in response.

The girls were chatting amicably, halfway through their meals when Chloe glanced up, doing a double take – okay, triple – at a small brunette sitting by herself at the table under the gazebo at the edge of the restaurant. She swore she recognised the girl, from one of her favourite, albeit largely unknown, bands, and they were kind of in LA…

"Holy shit, is that Beca Mitchell? I thought I saw her earlier, but I wasn't sure, but that's totally Beca Mitchell" Chloe whisper-yelled, kicking Amy under the table when she went to turn around. "Don't fucking look! You're so obvious"

"I'll be subtle!" Amy promised defensively, but shook her head and stayed facing Chloe, who was glaring at her. "Okay, angry ginger, calm down"

"I can't tell if it's her or not, but I think it is?" Chloe continued, her mind running faster than she could keep up with. There was a slight chance that seeing Beca Mitchell in a music video for that one song from Seven Keys – Beca's band – that made them super famous for all of two months had been the moment Chloe realised how super gay she was, and-

Aubrey's poke in her arm was enough to snap Chloe back to her friends. "Do you really want to be staring at her, Chloe?"

"Yeah, go say hi! Ask if it is her!" Amy finished Aubrey's statement.

"No! Isn't that weird? You'll look like an idiot if you're wrong," Aubrey argued, and Chloe shrugged, glancing back up to maybe-Beca-Mitchell, who was tapping her fingernails on the table impatiently and sipping from a glass of orange juice.

"Maybe I'll work it out when she comes closer, she'd have to move closer to us to leave," Chloe points out, almost hopefully, ignoring Aubrey's raised eyebrow and going back to the food in front of her.


"I'm not going on the teacups ever again, I don't care if it's a kids ride, the spinning-"

"Oh my god, that's her boyfriend!" Chloe interrupts Amy some time further in to their breakfast, watching as a guy she definitely recognises – he's on Beca's Instagram a lot, no minor-celebrity-stalking involved here – walks up to the table the maybe-Beca-Mitchell girl is sitting at, conversing with the girl for a minute before a waiter appears beside them and maybe-Beca stands up. "Shit, they're coming this way" Chloe mumbles, turning back to see Amy grinning widely at her and Aubrey looking mildly disappointed.

"Boyfriend, hey?" Amy teases, and Chloe sighs.

"I think so."

"He must be late, you should've swept in before he got there and convinced her to switch for someone who's on time," Amy's voice increases much too far in volume for Chloe's liking as the two strangers take their new seats at a table just across from Chloe, so she quickly shushes her, forcing herself to draw the conversation in another direction.

Chloe pretends she doesn't try and quickly glance at the girl's ID sitting beside her on the table when they walk past later – she can't make out the name quickly enough – and continues to pretend she isn't kicking herself for not at least asking for a selfie for the rest of the day as she traipses around Disneyland, her disposition a tiny bit less sunny than usual, but only a tiny bit, because it is Disney, and she's Chloe Beale.

"Hey, Chloe," Aubrey grabs her attention later in the evening when the two girls are relaxing in their hotel room, Amy having volunteered to go on a "daring mission to a faraway land": downstairs, to get takeaway.

"Yeah?" Chloe asks, shifting herself over onto Aubrey's bed and taking the phone handed to her. She grimaces when she realises what Aubrey is showing her: Beca took a selfie with her boyfriend at the café in Disneyland and posted it on Twitter earlier in the day. It was her.

"Should've said hi to her, I know you're weirdly obsessed," Aubrey comments.

"Bitch, you told me not to, Bree!" Chloe exclaims, although Aubrey knows her well enough to know she's not serious.

"Maybe next time."

"Fuck knows there won't be one, we're going back to Australia in like five days and I doubt Seven Keys or Beca Mitchell singularly are going to be in Australia any time soon if they aren't even making more music," Chloe rants, Aubrey pulling Chloe into a hug as she realises this may have hit her ray-of-sunshine best friend a little harder than she thought.


A/N 2: Including Beca's perspective in potential future situations y/n?