Beca Mitchell gave up her dreams of being a famous when her family needed her most. It wasn't so bad, living in Clear Valley, Oklahoma, despite being the epitome of "Small Town". Her friends were all here, and her brother needed her. And the band she was in was starting to get some notoriety in other small towns. But when the boy who broke her heart into a thousand tiny pieces decides to return, Beca finds her world, the one she had given up her dreams for, turned upside down. If given another chance at escape and fame, would she take it?
This is a long story that I am working on, as well as Crescendo. I am still working on Crescendo, and will probably update it more often than this one, simply because there is so much more to this one. The characters may be slightly different than what they are in the movie because this is an AU story. It has nothing to do with Barden, or a capella (sorry), but music is still a big part of it. Chloe is only a small part of this story (because she has her own role in another parallel book to this) and if you are an Aubrey fan you will NOT enjoy this story. Sorry. Lemme know what you guys think?
Beca threw the front door to her apartment open, not bothering to grimace at the sound of it bouncing off the wall and then slamming shut behind her. The steady stream of curses issuing from her pale pink lips was both emphatic and colorful. She dropped her satchel from her shoulder, not caring that half the contents spilled out onto the cheap linoleum flooring in her foyer. She stomped through the short foyer and into her small living room where she gingerly set the hard case containing her guitar on her coffee table before turning and marching straight into her kitchen.
She walked to the cupboard next to the fridge, opening it and pulling out the large tub of Nutella, then she turned and stepped over to the drawer containing her silverware, yanking it open and grabbing a spoon. Spinning on her heal, she walked out of the kitchen, leaving both the drawer and the cupboard open, and flung herself down onto the dilapidated blue love seat.
"Un-fucking-believable," she growled, spinning the top of the jar of hazelnut spread to open it. "Of course, of all the people my brother could bring in to audition, of all the FUCKING people in this stupid FUCKING town, my FUCKING brother had to run into that..." Beca's brain stalled, trying to think of the best insult. "That...DickBag." She jabbed her spoon into the jar and scooped out a heaping spoonful before bringing it to her lips, hoping the sweet taste would help quell the anger and...the other feelings swirling through her. Wasn't it enough that he had ruined her life seven years ago? Hadn't he done enough, left enough damage behind him, besides Beca's broken heart, when he moved away and forgot about everyone he claimed he loved so much? Now he had come waltzing back into town and expected to be integrated back into their lives again? Like nothing ever fucking happened? "Stupid fucking Jesse Swanson...why the fuck did you have to come back into town?"