A/N: Here it is. Chapter two. Sorry if it seems rushed or choppy or whatever. I re-read it like five times but you know how it is. When reading your own writing it's hard to see its flaws. You can guarantee I'll Find mistakes and fix them later. That's just the way the cookie crumbles I guess.

Anyways I hope I did the characters justice. I feel like they're never in character but whatever. That's life I guess.

I'll try to have chapter three up sometime this week but I can't make any promises.

As always I own none of the Pitch Perfect characters, that would be Universal Studios and Kay Canon. All the rights go to those lovely people.

I also briefly use the lyrics from Release Me by Agnes and all the rights go to her and her record label and such.

I hope you enjoy this chapter and don't be afraid to tell me what I need to work on because I can't get better if I don't know what to fix.

Enjoy the read and have a super fantabulous day/night!

Beca grumbled disapprovingly as her phone rang and vibrated loudly on the night stand next to her bed. Weakly Beca swatted for the phone. Prying one eye open Beca dared a look at the screen.

Incoming Call: Mom

Of course it was her mother. Beca was trying to take a nap before tonight so she'd have enough energy for later. Her mother always called at the most inopportune times. Beca swore it was like a sixth sense she had.

"Hello." Beca mumbled tiredly.

"Rebecca Marie Mitchell!" What was it with her parents calling her today and using her full name?

"That would be me."

"I heard you talked to your father today. He said you were very disrespectful towards him. Beca how many times have we gone over this!? He didn't just leave you. He tried to stay connected to you. You shut him out and then accused him of abandoning you." Beca now sat up.

"Okay first of all, he did abandon me. He didn't visit me, he never asked me to visit him. He just left mom! Sure he called but that's it! That's not exactly being there for me! So forgive me if I'm a little more than disrespectful when I talk to him."

"Rebecca Mitchell! You will not raise your voice to me! I am your mother! You will show me some respect!"

"Funny, both you and dad insist that you're my parents but when I was growing up you two were non-existent. And now that I'm old enough to make my own decisions you both have magically just reappeared in my life!"

"I was always there for you Beca!"

"Oh really? Okay, tell me what song I sang for my tenth grade choir concert? You know, the one where I got my first solo ever? Tell me mom, what song did I sing?"

"I-"

"Exactly! You can't because you weren't there! You and Walter were on a date that night! Me having a solo wasn't even good enough reason for you to cancel or even reschedule your date night with Walter! I had to walk home that night! I got home at like 11! So don't you dare tell me you were 'there for me'."

"That was one time Beca."

"Really? What about the time I got in a fight at school? The school called you three times, three times mom! I had to call Aunt Julie to come and get me because you were 'unavailable.' Then you called me four hours later and asked me what happened! That's not being there for me mom. That's pretending like you cared so you could keep getting checks from my father. God you two were so busy trying to ruin each other that I didn't exist! And yet it's my fault that I'm so messed up because, 'I didn't try hard enough'."

"That's not true Beca and you know it!"

"Yah I guess you're right. I was such a spoiled kid with how much love I got from you and dad. I don't know how I ever became so emotionally stinted. I'm sorry I'm such a problem child!" Beca then hung up. Her mother called her right back but beca hit ignore.

She was sick of her parents trying to act like parents. They divorced when she nine. After that her life was never the same. When her father left, he took part of her innocence with him.

"But dad... do you have to go?"

"I'm sorry Becs, I have to. I promise I'll call you though and you can come visit me when I get settled into my new house okay?"

"No! Don't go!" Beca cried as she clutched to her father's leg. After a five-minute struggle between her and her mother, her mother finally managed to pry Beca off of her soon to be ex-husbands leg.

Beca then watched as her father climbed into his car and drove off.

That was the last time she saw her father in person for nine years. The next time would be at her high school graduation. Just like he promised, he called her every week. At first Beca was ecstatic to get his calls. Once she realized that phone calls were the only promise he was going to keep to her however, she shut him out. If he didn't even want to see her then why did she have to give him the privilege of talking to her every week.

"Beca it's your father."

"You mean Ken?"

"Beca he's trying. At least talk to him." A 12-year-old Beca's mother said. She took the phone from her mother's hand.

"What?"

"Hello to you too."

"Did you call for a specific reason other than to waste my time?"

"Watch your tone Beca! I might actually not be there but that doesn't mean I am any less your father than if I was!"

"Yeah, and that's why you've never asked me to come visit you."

"You know it's because I'm busy Beca. I told you just wait until the summer wh-"

"You say that every year dad and you know where I end up? Aunt Julie's cabin! If you don't want to see me that's fine but stop pretending like you care."

Unfortunately for Beca that wasn't even the worst part. Her mother basically pushed her to the side in order to find a new husband. One whose wallet was bottomless. Once her mother found the poor sap and had reeled him in, Beca became invisible. Beca wasn't dumb though. She knew that she could use her new step-dad just like her mother did. All she had to do was flash the same stormy blue puppy dog eyes her mother did and Walter couldn't say no. He was the reason she had all of her DJ software and equipment... and her really nice headphones.

Feeling a little more than agitated, Beca prepared stuff for a shower. In times of stress or anxiety she found that showering was often the only thing that could calm her down.

The moment the steaming liquid hit her back, she immediately felt ten times better. The day, as she had predicted, was already taking too long and tonight was going to be... interesting to say the least. She was not looking forward to having to pick up her strange redheaded client that she had met earlier today. There was something about the woman that unnerved her. Beca suspected that it was the fact that her best friend was Aubrey Posen. Of all her clients, Mr. Taylor included, Aubrey Posen made her the most uneasy. Beca guessed it had to do with her steely stare that Beca knew contained nothing but judgement.

Whatever the cause of her uneasiness Beca was not thrilled to have a tag along tonight. She was already in a pissy mood thanks to both of her parents. She didn't want to play 20 questions tonight with some stranger.

By the time Beca finished up in the shower it was five o'clock. She debated taking another nap. She finished her set first thing when she got home, and she was now freshly showered. She didn't have anything to do for nearly two hours. Ultimately deciding against it, she sat down at her computer. She would just tweak her mixes for two hours and hopefully be able to add another one so she wouldn't have to improvise for so long tonight. Beca booted up her DJ program and got to work.

She was so engrossed in her work she didn't even notice two hours had gone by until her reminder to pick up Chloe went off. Packing up her stuff she would need for tonight, Beca slung her bag over her shoulder, grabbed her keys and headed out the door.

"Hello Los Angeles! This is the Magic Man and you're listening to The Freaks Come Out at Night show. Tonight we have a very special treat for you. In honor of Fat Amy's quickly approaching birthday we have sent her to one of the many night clubs here in the city as a present. She will be co-hosting with us from the club so stay tuned because she's going to give us the number of drinks she consumes tonight and if you're the first caller tomorrow during the CR and The Slut show who can correctly answer how many drinks Fat Amy drank, then you will be lucky enough to come and spend the day with all of us here down at the station! So be listening!"

Beca smirked at the crazy antics of these radio hosts. They were always playing games, holding competitions, and giving away meet and greets. Beca figured it was because they got bored at the station and needed something to entertain them. As Beca drove she wondered what club they had sent Fat Amy to. Beca guessed High Note. It was the fanciest club in the city and it's where all the famous and rich people partied. Beca dreamed of playing there one day because she knew that there was bound to be record label managers and famous musicians who would love to have her on their team.

"One step at a time Beca." She reminded herself.

She arrived at Chloe's house 15 minutes later. Checking the time on her phone she couldn't be more pleased with herself. It was 7:28. She was early. At this rate she would definitely make it to the club on time. She might even have time to spare and plan for the last ten minutes of her set (since she didn't manage to find another mix to play).

Quickly walking up to the front door, Beca ran the door bell. Chloe answered the door and yet again Beca's jaw dropped (she was going to have to tie it shut at this rate). Chloe wore a very form-fitting strapless black dress. It stopped about mid thigh and it took all of Beca's resolve not stare at her impossibly long legs.

"You're early. Did you miss me that much?" Chloe teased. Beca hastily composed herself.

"I wanted to make sure you were ready to go. If I'm even a minute late they'll give my spot away! Now come on! The sooner we get the the faster I'll be able to set up!" Beca then turned and headed toward the truck.

Chloe locked the house behind her and followed closely behind Beca, who had opened the passenger door for her.

"Such a gentleman." Chloe winked as she climbed into the passenger side of the truck. Beca rolled her eyes but smiled all the same. She rushed over to her side and hurriedly climbed into the truck.

"Okay Red here's the deal."

"Red?" Beca mentally face palmed herself. You already have a nickname for her you idiot?!

"Listen cause I'm only gonna say this once. No personal questions. I don't do back story. No alcohol. I have to drive home. No crappy pop songs. We listen to my radio station or nothing at all. And most importantly, do not call me cute in public! I will leave you at the club if you call me cute. Got it?"

"Aye aye captain." Chloe mock saluted with a smile.

"All right, now that that's established we can get going." Beca said.

From Chloe's place to the club was a 20 minute drive. If it were up to Beca those 20 minutes would like to spend those 20 minutes in silence while they listened to the radio. Chloe however, had a very different idea. Five minutes in she was already drilling Beca with questions.

"So what do you define as personal questions?"

"Don't ask me about my mom. Don't ask me about my dad. Don't ask where me I'm from. Don't ask me about my childhood. And most importantly, don't ask me about my love life." Or lack there of.

"Okay… how old are you?" She then asked.

"Twenty two."

"Really? You seem younger. Like 19 or 20."

"Well what about you?"

"I'm 24 but my birthdays coming up soon!"

"Cool." Beca said, resisting the urge to ask when her birthday was. She didn't need to make any friends. She had one goal and one goal only. Music.

"What do you do in your free time?" Damn, I forgot to veto that topic!

"What free time?"

"Don't give me that! You said you take every Sunday off. That's a whole 24 hours of free time. So what do you do with it?" This girl was quickly beginning to annoy Beca.

"I sleep and work on my mixes."

"That sounds incredibly boring."

"Well that's my life. Not much I can do about it."

"It doesn't have to be. Why don't you hang out with your friends?"

"Because I don't have any."

"What! What do you mean you don't have any friends?"

"I don't see the need. In the end people just leave. Whether it's in a car or a casket, no one sticks around."

"That's a very pessimistic view of the world."

"It's a realistic view."

"You know you're kind of a Debbie Downer."

"Why? Because I don't sugar coat things?"

"No, because you choose to look at every thing from a negative perspective."

"No, I choose to look at life how it really is."

"See that's where you're wrong. Life doesn't have to be dark and dreary. You can make it happy."

"Oh yeah? And how do you do that Red?" Damn it! I said it again! Stop that!

"Simple, live in the moment. Don't think so much about what could go wrong and why you shouldn't do something because it could hurt you in the end. Do it because you know it'll make you happy. Follow your life's passions and tell everyone who doubts you to fuck off!" Beca had to look at the redhead next to her. She was certainly not what Beca expected at all.

"You're a strange one Chloe Beale." Beca stated.

"No more so than you."

"True, true." The two then fell silent.

When they finally arrive at the club Beca checked her phone to see what time it was; 7:57. She would have just enough time to set up and begin her set. The moment she stepped into the club she felt the music reverberate in her chest.

"All right here's the deal! I go on until 9! Then some other DJ takes over for the rest of the night! After I pack up I am going home! If you don't like that then you can stay here, otherwise meet me at this spot at 9:05! Got it?!" Beca shouted over the music of the club.

"Aye aye Captain!" Again Chloe mock saluted Beca. Beca rolled her eyes and walked away towards the stage.

It took her about five minutes to set up. When she was ready she selected the first song of her playlist and hit play. The club filled with the opening measures of her track and she could see that the club had noticed the change in DJ's.

I say release me

'Cause I'm not able to

Convince myself

That I'm better off without you

When Bulletproof kicked in and the drum and bass beats picked up Beca smiled at the sight she saw on the dance floor. Everyone on the dance floor was bobbing up and down and grinning from ear to ear. This was what Beca loved most about music. It's ability to make people happy. To make people dancing around like they were the only person on the planet. It's why she loved making music. Her heart fluttered at the thought of her music someday making people feel like that. One step at a time Beca.

By the time her set was half way through, Beca could tell that she would be the highlight of the night. There wasn't a single time that the dance floor wasn't packed with people. She was fairly certain that she had snagged her first permanent client in the city. It only took me four years.

As she neared the end of her set she dared a glance to where she knew Chloe was. The redhead always returned to her seat after she danced to a song or two. Beca tried her hardest to ignore the fact that the redhead was there but she couldn't. She always caught Beca's eye. She blamed it on the beckon of red hair. This particular time Beca looked at Chloe the two made eye contact. Chloe winked and blew a kiss to Beca. It was a good thing the two were far away because Beca couldn't stop the blush the crept up to her cheeks and the way her heart rate picked up at such a small action.

Once her set was finally done, she packed up her things and headed towards where she was supposed to meet Chloe. Chloe was of course in the seat, nursing what Beca assumed was a rum and coke.

"Are you coming with me or staying here? I have to be up early tomorrow to mow this crazy ladies yard so I have to get home!"

"You didn't tell me you were that good!" Chloe decided to answer with that instead of answering the question.

"That's because I've known you for less that 12 hours!"

"You're really good Beca! Like for real, why are you mowing grass? You should be a DJ or something!"

"I think you're drunk there Red!"

"I'm only slightly intoxicated!"

"Riiiight... look are you coming with me or not?!"

"Are you trying to seduce me Ms. Mitchell?" Chloe asked, a goofy grin plastered on her face.

"Whatever, I'm leaving. Bye Chloe." Beca then turned to leave.

"NO WAIT!" Chloe lunged out of her chair towards Beca. Unfortunately for both the girls Chloe's balance was far from normal and she came tumbling into Beca. Lucky for Chloe, all of her years of lawn care had significantly increased Beca's upper and lower body strength. She caught Chloe with ease.

"Jeeze Chloe, how much did you have to drink?" Beca asked as she did her best to keep her balance and not drop the taller girl.

"I only had like two rum and cokes... and maybe like four or five shots." She said, a hiccup escaping. She then giggled and rested her head in the crook of Beca's neck. This was such a bad idea! I should have just stayed and finished her yard! How do I get myself into these situations!

Beca continued to mentally grovel as she practically drug Chloe to her truck. First Beca put her laptop in the truck, it had become a real hinderance. Then she did her best to ease Chloe into the passenger side of the vehicle. Finally after she managed to get her laptop and Chloe into the truck, she herself got in.

Beca started up the truck and prepared to leave the club parking lot.

"We're leaving?! But we just got here!" Chloe pouted from the passenger side of the vehicle after she fully grasped what was happening.

"You're already drunk and I have to be up early to finish your yard! We don't have time to stay at this club."

"You're doing it again!" Chloe stated, her icy blue gaze directed towards Beca. She hadn't noticed before because Chloe had been wearing sunglasses but Chloe's eyes were beautiful. Beca could easily get lost in them. She made a mental note to never look the redhead in the eyes if she were ever arguing with her or if the ginger asked her to do something. It was a battle she would quickly lose if she did so.

"Doing what?"

'Being all Debbie Downer! Stop it! Enjoy the night while it's young! You did awesome and your mixes are amazing! You should celebrate!" Chloe told her, her eyes never leaving Beca's face.

"I have responsibilities to uphold. I can't just party because you want me to."

"Come on Becs! Please?" This is exactly what Beca was just talking about. Chloe was looking at Beca pleadingly, her eyes shining brightly. Did she just call me Becs?

"I-I can't. I really need to get home. I have to do this crazy lady's lawn because she threatened to ruin me if I didn't." Beca said, a small smirk playing across her lips.

"Hey! I am NOT crazy! I'm just really awesome!"

"If you say so. Now can we please go. I really do need to get home."

"Fine! But we're listening to my music." She stated.

"Ugh, fine. But the minute I don't like it I'm changing it." Beca said.

Without further protest Beca pulled her old pickup out of the club parking lot and headed off towards Chloe's house. The very first song that came on the generic pop station was Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus. Beca had to resist the urge to change the station back to her favorite station. So long as it kept Chloe distracted Beca could handle it. Beca couldn't help but smile at the drunk girl next to her. She was singing at the top of her lungs, dancing around in her seat, and overall acting like a dork. All though she had to admit, Chloe had a set of pipes on her. She sang right along with every note and actually made the original tolerable. It was cute, until Chloe turned her stunning blue gaze towards Beca.

"Sing with me Becs!"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please with a cherry on top?" Beca made the mistake of looking at Chloe. She had her big puppy dog eyes out and their target was Beca. The moment her eyes met Chloe's she was a goner. Without even saying a word to Chloe, Beca simply joined in on the chorus. Pretty soon both girls were acting like buffoons in the front of Beca's truck. By the time the song was over both women were in a fit of laughter.

"Is there anything you can't do?" Chloe finally asked when she caught her breath.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you've impressed Aubrey enough to where she recommends you, you're remixes are like ten times better than anything I've ever heard, and you sing like an angel!" Beca felt a blush creep across her cheeks.

"I'm nothing special Red. I'm only human."

"Yah, a pretty impressive human!" Beca was glad the car was dark so Chloe couldn't see how flushed her cheeks were.

"Well thanks Chlo. You're not so bad yourself."

"I know! I'm pretty awesome!"

"And so modest to." Beca muttered.

"Can I ask you something?" Chloe then said, the mood in the truck becoming very serious.

"You can ask it. Doesn't mean I'm gonna answer it."

"Why don't you want to talk about your past?"

"Because it sucked." Beca answered truthfully.

"How come?"

"See now you're asking personal questions Red."

"Why is it such a big deal? I'd answer anything you'd ask me!" She stated very matter-of-factly.

"All right, let me ask you this. Why do you want to know so much anyways? I mean it's not like we're BFF's or anything. I mean I just met you today! Why are you so interested in me?"

"Because you're an enigma Beca Mitchell. You act like this big, tough, 'badass' but I think that it's all an act and I want to know what's underneath your 'badass' exterior. I want to know the real Beca Mitchell." Chloe said, her eyes never wavering from Beca.

Beca had to admit, it was nice that someone wanted to know her, wanted to be her friend. She didn't have time for friends though. She was on a mission. Friends would only prove a distraction for her.

"Yah well don't try too hard because you won't get anywhere. I like being alone. I'm better off that way."

"You know someone else said something like that to me once... know what happened?"

"No, but I'm assuming you're going to tell me."

"She became my bestest friend in the whole wide world! Do you know who that person was?"

"No, but again I'm guessing you're going to tell me."

"Aubrey Posen. That's who said that to me! And now she's my closest friend ever!"

"That's good but I'm telling you, you're better off not getting to know me."

"We'll see Beca Mitchell. Whether you like it or not, we will be friends." Chloe promised the shorter brunette girl. Beca didn't know how she felt upon hearing this. She never really had friends growing up and the ones she did have most certainly did not put as much effort forward as Chloe was.

"All right Chloe, whatever you say." The conversation then ended there... or so Beca had thought.

"Can I ask you something else?"

"You can. Doesn't mean I am going to answer it."

"Why are you so against having friends?"

"I'm not against having friends. I just don't want any. It's easier for everyone that way."

"But that sounds really lonely! Who do you go to when you're having a life crisis or something like that?"

"My Aunt Julie."

"Who's that?"

"My father's sister. She practically raised me since neither of my parents were all that interested in doing it." Beca thought about what she just said and mentally smacked herself. How was it that this stranger could get her to open up and talk when her own parents couldn't even do that?

"She sounds like a lovely woman. Tell me more about her."

"Oh no! Nice try Red but I've already shared more with you tonight than I have with anyone in a long time."

"Oh come on! We were making progress!"

"Just listen to your crappy pop radio!" Beca said, turning the volume up on her radio. She internally groaned upon hearing the voice of Ke$ha fill the cab of her truck. Luckily it seemed to distract Chloe because she was no longer asking Beca a bunch of questions.

It felt like forever before Beca pulled into the driveway of Chloe's house. Getting out of the truck, Beca walked around to the other side and helped her redheaded client out of the truck. She acted like the taller woman's crutch all the way to the front door. After fishing through her purse for at least five minutes, Chloe finally managed to find the keys to her house. Once she unlocked the door, Beca helped the older woman to the couch in the living room. Removing her shoes for her, Beca took the blanket and threw it haphazardly over the ginger haired woman.

"All right wierdo, I'm leaving now. I'll be back tomorrow to finish up your yard. Good night Chloe."

"Hmm, night." She mumbled lazily back to Beca. Beca shook her head and then proceeded back outside.

When she was back in the truck, Beca took a second to reflect on the night's events. One thing Beca could be certain of at this point was that Chloe Beale was, by far the strangest client she had ever had.