A/N: I have a few Chaubrey fics happening now, so why not give Mitchsen a shot. First chapter is just a prologue; chapters will increase in length.

Roadside Attractions

And it's beginning to get to me,
That I know more of the stars and sea,
Than I do of what's in your head,
Barely touching in our cold bed.
Are you beginning to get my point,
That all this fighting with aching joints,
Is doing nothing but tire us out?
No one knows what this fight's about.

-Snow Patrol

"Beca, I am so sorry," Chloe says for what feels like it might be the thousandth time, "I really didn't know they were going to reschedule my final."

Beca puffs out her cheeks as she lowers her forehead onto her desk, keeping her phone pressed against her ear. "Dude, it's fine," she repeats. She has only been waiting for this trip all week. She's starting to regret buying a new keyboard and launchpad on Craigslist after hers were destroyed in a mysterious ceiling leakage in her dorm, and not just saving her money to buy one off the internet. At least a website would be willing to ship it to her, and wouldn't require a five hour drive (one way) – which didn't seem all that unreasonable when Chloe convinced her to buy it so they could make a road trip out of it. "I'll just pull some extra hours at the radio station and get new ones from Amazon." They'll just be a hell of a lot more expensive.

"Um, I was actually calling, because I found someone to go with you, instead of me," Chloe says, "I feel really bad, so… I asked around."

Beca lifts her head. "Is this someone you know…" she asks slowly, "Or another person you found on Craigslist?"

"It's a friend," Chloe answers cheerfully, "It's one of the Bellas."

"Why don't I just call the guy and see if he can wait another week?" Beca suggests. "We can go before we leave for summer break."

"I already made you wait long enough, and I can tell you're going a little crazy without them," Chloe says, "Just come over tomorrow like we planned. It'll be fine."

Beca closes her eyes and taps the corner of her phone against her temple a few times as she thinks. "Yeah, fine," she finally agrees. "Who is it?" She can't see a road trip with Fat Amy or maybe Stacie being that bad. But how the hell did one of them manage to sneak a car on campus? Unless they're borrowing Chloe's… Being a Freshman sucks.

"Shit," Chloe whispers, sounding distracted, "Hey, Bec, I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

Beca looks at her phone after Chloe hangs up on her. She groans and leans back against her chair, closing her eyes. Whatever. It'll be fine. She wants to take her mind off it – but she has no keyboard, no launchpad, no way to make music, nothing to fucking do. Okay, she could study for her last final next week, but looking at that book is starting to make her eyes burn. She opens her eyes and sits up. She still has her laptop, thank god. She flips it open and does what she can with just that to finish the Road Trip Playlist that Chloe requested. It'll still come in handy if she's stuck with Lilly and has to spend the entire trip in silence.