AN: Hey guys, first Pitch Perfect Fic I've ever written. Hopefully you guys like it.

I do not own any part of Pitch Perfect.

"Hey! Where are you now?"

"Um..Los Angeles."

"Los…what? What are you still doing there it's been like a month."

Beca hesitated at that. She knew Stacie would catch on that something's different.

"Bec? What's up? You said you'd never stay in LA longer than a week." Stacie sounded concerned, a regular tone that Beca has heard for a few months now.

"I just thought, you know, the wedding is soon. I'm the best woman, or whatever. Might as well stay for a while and help out." Beca knew Stacie wouldn't buy it, but maybe it would give her more time to build up her confidence.

"Whatever, Mitchell. Keep secrets from me."

"Come on, Stace, don't do this."

"Then tell me why you're stopping the 'Ultimate Beca Mitchell World Tour.'"

Beca sucked in a breath. She knew she had to tell her but it's not that easy when you've spent the past three years swearing off relationships and suddenly—

"I met someone."

It's simple and it's juvenile but the wait for Stacie's response still scares the absolute shit out of her.

"Oh."


Flashback – Three Years Ago

They were having another fight.

It's what they always seem to do these days. Beca had finally gotten a paying job at the recording studio she interned at for what seemed like decades. It was a huge step for her, and she took on the extra hours hoping it wouldn't put a strain on her already hectic relationship. Alex wasn't doing too well on the whole "handling change" aspect.

"Alex, you said yourself you were proud of me!" Beca was fed up. Alex had come home drunk almost every night, and pick a fight about Beca not being home as much as she should.

"Yeah, back then! Now it's taking you away from me!"

"It's my career!" Beca shouted. "It's important to me and I'm sorry it's taking up a lot of my time—"

"A lot of your time? It's taking up all your time! Is this silly little job more important to you than I am?"

"Maybe!"

Beca regretted it the moment it slipped out. Alex looked like steam was coming out of her ears and the little vein was popping out of her forehead.

"Fine!" Alex screamed. "I'm going out, don't bother to follow me."

The door slammed shut behind her, the force of it enough to shake the entire apartment.


Beca could hear Stacie's breathing through the phone, but she hadn't said anything for about a minute.

"So you're staying in a city that you never really liked because you met a girl." Stacie sounded befuddled.

"Um…yes?"

"Are you fucking serious right now Mitchell?" Stacie shouted. There goes the time bomb, Beca thought. "That's some sick How I Met Your Mother shit you're pulling."

"Stace, I'm serious. We met at Aubrey and Jesse's engagement party and she's so amazing and this is going to sound so queer balls but I think I'm in love with her."

"Bec, last time you said you were in love with someone, you left the country."

"Way to over-exaggerate things."


Flashback – same night as before

Beca, Amy, and Stacie sat at a bar in downtown Denver, Amy already halfway to hammered-ville.

"I just can't believe she fucking cheated on you," Stacie said. "I mean, you gave her everything and she throws it away because some scheduling conflicts."

Beca just shrugged. "I don't know I can be blamed for this, too."

Amy whipped around from trying to get the bartender's attention at Beca's statement. "Nuh-uh, Shortstack, you do not get to blame yourself for her cheating on you."

"Let's say that she cheated one more time, shall we?" Beca was tired. It had been a long night, from crying on the couch after Alex slammed the door, to Stacie showing up at her apartment saying that Amy had called her with the news that she saw Alex fucking some random guy in the bathroom at a club, to moving all of her things in a mad panic to Stacie's apartment.

"Jesus, I loved her. I've loved her for years and then I get this jumpstart on my career and everything goes south," Beca said. "Maybe the career is toxic."

"What? Beca! You're not throwing away your dream job because of a girl!" Stacie exclaimed, absolutely appalled that the shorter girl would think such a thing.

"But I haven't really done much of my own stuff lately, I've just been producing other people's stuff," Beca said. She suddenly looked like she had a plan. "What if I just take a break from producing and go back to mixing. I was happier with that. Also I need to get out of here I can't walk through Denver without thinking about Alex."

Amy had her mouth hanging open, trying to get Beca's plan to catch up with her intoxicated brain. "Okay…" she said slowly, "so where do you think you would go?"

"Well, Cynthia Rose is in London. I could go see her for a bit." Beca reasoned.

Stacie nearly choked on her drink. "London?! Bec, when you said get out of here I thought you meant out of the city not out of the fucking country!"

Beca didn't seem fazed. "It'd be something new. And I have the money my dad saved up to go to LA, which never happened. I could do this, guys."

Amy and Stacie gave each other a look across Beca from where they were sitting. Amy took a breath. "Okay, shorty, whatever you want to do we'll help."


"I promise, Stacie, she's different," Beca said. "She's something special."

"Okay, Becs…just be careful."

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