A/N: Hey guys so this is the second chapter that is a bit longer than the last, it was also on my previous account. As always feel free to leave feedback and enjoy :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect or any of their characters.

(Aubrey's POV)

The last time I saw Chloe was 2 days ago now, Beca isn't replying to any of my messages either. I keep running through it in my head, hoping to get a hint of where she has gone. At first I thought that she had just gone out with the alt girl for a day or something.

At some frat party that Chloe had dragged me to, I found myself standing by the drinks, watching the area that was apparently the dance floor. To be fair the music that was blasted out wasn't half bad, but the dancing that was taking place by drunken collage kids made me cringe like crazy. A tap on my shoulder brought my eyes to one of these drunken collage kids, a drunk red-head named Chloe to be exact.

"Breeeeee! This party is awesome! Come dance with meee!" Chloe slurred in her drunken state, pulling me with quite an impressive strength with how unbalanced she was. With a sigh I followed the giggling ginger into the crowd of sweaty people and began moving to the music. After a short while, I heard a squeal as a dark girl walked through the door, making her way over to the drinks table. I chuckled as Chloe ran towards the girl and engulfed her in a bear hug.

"Becs you made it! I was starting to think you weren't cominggg!" The ginger squealed once again, still giggling to herself.

" A house full of drunken gropes from sleazy collage guys and listening to shitty music all night? Why, I wouldn't miss it for the world," replied the younger girl, voice laced with sarcasm and a smirk plastered on her face. Chloe pouted as soon as the reply came and Beca couldn't help but chuckle at her adorableness.

"Missed you though Ginge," she said with a wink, receiving a nudge on the shoulder from the taller girl for the nickname.

"Hey Bree. Wow you look like you're having fun" Beca said, this time talking to me. Before I could reply though, Chloe burst back into the conversation.

"She just needs more beer! So do you Becs, you two are WAAAAY too sober!"

We both followed the energetic red-head to the drinks table and all went back to the makeshift dance floor. After hours and hours of dancing, Beca said that she was going to step outside for a breath of fresh air. When she didn't return after about half an hour, from what I could tell of her slurred words, Chloe said that she was going to go and see where she was while I went to find Jesse who had also been at the party for a few hours.

The next day, after waking up to my phone beeping loudly on my face, indicating that I had a message, I read a text from Chloe that she was fine and had gone out for a while, and that she would be back later.

That was the last I ever heard of my best friend.

I went to find Jesse. When I found him he was out looking for Beca, apparently she had also gone missing. I went to her dorm with him and all of her things were left in exactly the same place as usual. No clothes missing, even her mixing things were left on her desk, she would never leave without them. Jesse started to panic and my stomach churned. I knew that if I wouldn't be able to keep myself together for much longer and I really didn't want to throw up right now. Jesse said that he would carry on looking for anything that could help us find the two and suggested that I should go back to the apartment that I shared with Chloe to look for clues.

On my way back to the apartment, I realized that it was starting to get dark out and started to freak out even more, thoughts spiraling around my head about where my best friend and her girlfriend could have gone. Suddenly my stomach lurched and I ran to the nearest toilets available. That's how I found myself sobbing on the floor of the girls toilet cubicles, my head spinning and my stomach churning.