A/N: Here's my attempt at a BeChloe/Pitch Perfect fanfic.

It's from Beca's POV right now... but it may or may not change.

I was given the idea to write a PP story by my friend and a brilliant writer, Illiythia.

So, I guess you could say this story is for her.

Feel free to read and review.

I can always use the constructive criticism. Though, keep the flames to a minimum please... I know I'm not the best writer but I do the best I can with the abilities I currently have at my disposal.

If you don't like what I'm writing, you don't have to read it. I won't be offended.

Also, I do not own Pitch Perfect, though, I enjoy writing and reading the creative interpretations of these characters.

Oh yeah! The lines in 'italics' signify written words.

NOW... ON TO THE STORY!

Beca Mitchell was a woman of few words but many criticisms. She never had a problem with letting someone know when they had crossed a line or done something incredibly stupid.

Most people were annoying and predictable in their behavior so there was no point in trying to reach deeper levels with them.

She just didn't see the point... well, more like she didn't want to deal with the drama that came along with trying to establish and maintain most platonic/romantic relationships.

Beca didn't need friends or lovers.

So, you could imagine how surprised she was when she discovered the unsigned letter that had been slipped under her bedroom door on Thursday afternoon. She was just returning from her Introduction to Philosophy class when she noticed a partial piece of paper under her door.

It looked like someone had attempted to shove it under the door in a hurry. She picked it up once she'd opened the door and, after having closed the door behind her, plopped down on her bed to look at the blank envelope.

"Huh... doesn't look like mail. There's no return address... and I don't see a name so, I wonder if it's a notice from the R.A."

She turns the envelope over slowly in her hand as though she expects to see instructions printed somewhere along the edges.

She opens the envelope and pulls out a couple of folded pieces of paper.

'Okay. Looks like a letter. Doesn't seem to be from the college so someone else must have put it under the door. I hope it's not another lame attempt at poetry by Jesse. I already told him that I wasn't interested,' she thinks to herself as she unfolds the paper to read what is written.

Beca,

The day that I saw you, I knew my life was going to change for the better. You seemed so composed as you walked through the quad on the first day of school. I remember wanting to walk right up to you and start a conversation but, I just couldn't muster of the courage to step anywhere near you.

I know it sounds creepy but, all I could do was watch you from afar. I don't know if you're aware of the effect you have on the people around you.

Whenever you step into a room, your confidence permeates the room and heads look your way. Your mischievous smirk and the easy way you seem to lift your eyebrow whenever you're amused by something, is sexy as hell.

The way you wrinkle your nose in concentration while you study in the library is absolutely adorable. You really shouldn't hide away in the reference section in order to do your homework. Jesse would never think to look for you there so, he won't ever interrupt your study time. Besides, I'm sure he, now, understands that you aren't going to give him the time of day and he can get on with his life. Though, I'm sure I could make him stop bugging you if he ever DID show up within the stacks of the library.

Oh! And by the way, you're a lot smarter than you give yourself credit... I've seen the grades you pull in Calculus and Music Business. You aren't going to get stuck flipping burgers for the rest of your life so don't let your Dad get to you.

You're definitely going to get wherever you wish to be in life. The music industry would be lucky to have you so shoot for the stars and beyond.

God, Beca.

I wish I could tell you these things to your face but, I doubt you'd be receptive so, I figured writing it down would at least get it all out of my system.

I can feel better about whatever happens next in my life because I was able to make sure you read this...

I hope you read this.

Maybe, one day, I'll be able to walk up to you and let you know who I am.

Hopefully, you won't hate me.

I'd very much like to get to know you.

Well, whatever the outcome of this... Never forget how awesome you are.

You matter.

"Wow. Definitely didn't see that one coming. Now what do I do?"

The brunette DJ runs a hand through her long brown hair before falling back onto her bed; the hand still holding the letter hovering above her face.

While she contemplates what to do with the mysterious piece of mail, her roommate Kimmy Jin, opens the door and steps over to her own side of the room to sit at her desk and start on her homework without a word or glance in the small brunette's direction.

"Before you even say it, white girl, I don't care about any of your weird dilemmas so, take that thing in your hand outside to one of your annoying friends to figure out. I need to study and I don't want a room full of your rude people interrupting my flow of energy with your collective disrespect."

Beca sits up on her bed and blinks slowly her roommate's direction.

"You're seriously gonna say that me?"

"Yes. Now go. My education is more important than your superficial meltdown," Kimmy Jin replies as she flicks her wrist behind her towards the door without looking at the shorter woman.

The dark blue-eyed brunette stands up and shakes her head slightly as she makes her way out of the room quickly.

Beca murmurs, "Nice talk, Kimmy Jin," as she closes the door behind her.

Kimmy Jin looks over her shoulder towards the door with a slight smirk on her face.

"This situation should prove to be entertaining."

And with that said, she turns back toward her desk and opens her laptop to start writing another blog.

Beca walks across the quad of campus slowly, the envelope burning a small hole in her pocket as she contemplates which person from her incredibly short list of friends to consult.

'Hmm... I could go to Fat Amy this but... the last time I tried to get her help on something, I had to explain to the football team why my laptop was transmitting "Sexual Healing" every time someone turned on the showers.' She sighs and shakes her head of the horrible memories.

"Not doing that again. Next person."

'What about Cynthia Rose or Stacy? Oh yeah... CR ended up losing about 2 months' of my salary from the radio station and Stacy got us kicked out of a Barnes & Noble because she kept trying to demonstrate different pages from the Lesbian Sex Guide two weeks after I admitted my sexuality.'

"Yeahhh... on to the next."

The fledgling DJ make a face at the idea of talking to Aubrey, recalling how the tall blonde had sat her down to review a whiteboard full of tactics on how maximize her study hours on order to receive a high grade in her Biology class.

'Yep. Not gonna go there,' Beca concluded with a slight nod of her head as she continued past the group of people running around in a giant circle under a tree.

'Not Lily... I won't be able to understand a THING she says. I can't bug Ashley, Diane, or Jessica with this either. They all have major papers due in within the next couple of days. The last thing they need is more stress on their plates.'

She stopped walking and almost slapped herself against the forehead when it hit her.

Chloe!

'Duh! Why didn't I think about her in the first place?! With all of the people she knows around campus and that FREAKY ability to recall the most minute details, I'm sure she can help me figure out who sent this... thing.'

She blinks slowly while trying to decide how best to approach the red head.

Chloe Beale had a tendency to make the brunette nervous; whether it was from her blatant disregard of personal space or her constant need to touch the DJ every time she had something to tell her... as if she wasn't already paying attention.

Plus, she always smelled so good and Beca had to constantly stomp out the urge to bury her face in the red head's neck.

"Alright, Mitchell. You can do this. Just go talk to Chloe and keep your hands to yourself. Simple."

The DJ shrugs her shoulders and starts walking in the direction of Chloe's dorm.