Shall I continue?


Bad at Love.

Beca stood in the doorway of her apartment, eyes star-stuck wide. Her shoulders dropped. Her messenger back fell off her shoulder to the floor. The air was cold and silent like the waiting room of a hospital. Her eyebrows furrowed and stared at her boyfriend, watching his every movement when he stood up from the couch. His eyes were blood red from crying, which Beca had never seen before in her life. Beca swallowed hard when he stood up.

"Do you love her?"

Jesse twirled his thumbs with tense shoulders. His flannel unwrinkled as he stood. The leather couch made a familiar sound when he moved. Beca was quiet at first. She then cocked an eyebrow at the book and cleared her throat, "Jesse what're you talking about?" She forced herself to laugh.

Jesse scratched the back of his head and Beca felt her limbs go numb, "Beca I can't avoid it any longer and I thought it was over in college but I just, I need to know. Do you love me? Or do you love her?"

Beca scoffed and laughed off Jesse's accusations, "Swanson, where is this even coming from?"

"Don't act like I'm crazy. We've been dating since freshman year of college. We don't live together, I've never even met your mom, and every time I bring up marriage you cringe. For Christ's sake you won't even stay with me anymore." Jesse's points were clear and concise. Beca could tell they had been building for a long time because he raised his voice, "I'm not going to ask again," he backed off and closed his eyes, almost whispering, "Do you love me?"


Less than a year later -

The leather seated Jeep pulled into a parking space and Beca had to peer over the high steering wheel to make sure it was straight. Once in, she threw the car in park and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She shook her head and sighed. "Beca, is everything okay?"

Amy stared at the worn out brunette with one eyebrow cocked. Beca turned the key in the car. The lights went out and Beca slammed her head on the wheel, "Yeah, it's just you know, I thought I'd be farther than this by now and I'm just not - you know?" Beca pulled her finger tips from the middle of her forehead and swept her hair behind her ears. The stress was planted across her face with bruises beneath her eyes.

Amy knew exactly what she was talking about, but took a moment to respond, "Beca, come on. We've talked about this. You're Beca freaking Mitchell And if they didn't see how great of a producer you're going to make, then they're not worth your time."

Beca sighed and looked up at the neon sign plated on the building before them. She sighed into a deep breath, "Yeah, I know, you're right."

The girls were silent for a few minutes, "You know what's going to make it better - seeing the Bella's!" Amy raised her voice and got out of the car.

She motioned for Beca to follow and Beca took another long deep breath, "and here we go."

Soon enough, Beca found herself shoving her shoulders against the crowd of much taller people then herself. Her eyes squinted closed when she was in the vicinity of strangers and opened again then she felt hot club air against her skin. Blue eyes filtered through the crowds and looked for a familiar face. Something to go off of. Close behind her she could feel the sweat on Amy's skin as she held tight to the DJ's left shoulder, "Beca, slow down." She was yelling, but it was only luck that Beca heard her.

Beca didn't let up until her eyes fell on ginger roots across the dance floor. Her eyes squinted to be sure. A smile crossed the redheads lips and Beca's eyes were fixed. Chloe waved them over and the two girls eyes locked for the first time in too long. A familiar feeling rushed over Beca's skin and her heartbeat started in her throat. When Beca stopped dead in her tracks, Amy pushed her forward and the brunette stumbled. Amy's weight against her propelled her across the floor and she nearly fell to the ground. She quickly caught herself and scoffed. She tried to look for Amy so she could yell, but she didn't have the chance. Instead, a familiar pair of cerulean eyes caught her small hands and pulled her close, "Becs? Are you alright?"

Beca swallowed hard when she looked at Chloe. Her mouth was all of a sudden dry and her lips grew chapped. As she spoke Chloe's face was inches away from her own in an attempt to be heard over the nearby DJ. Beca clasped her hands together and nervously pulled herself away from the redhead, "Yeah I'm good."

Chloe smiled and pulled her in for a hug. She squeezed tight and Beca could smell her vanilla perfume lathered across her neck. Her eyes closed and her shoulders fell less tense. Looking past Chloe, she finally found Amy who was giving her a suspicious look. Beca shook her head and Chloe pulled away. "It's been so long, how are you?"

Before Beca could muster up something, Emily appeared behind them and yelled for their attention, "Hey!"