A/N: First of all, I want to thank everyone who took the time to read, review, favorite and follow this story. You guys are awesome. I wasn't even expecting anything from publishing this fic, so thank you so much people.

Oh, also, I have already written chapter 4, I only have to finish typing it, and chapter 5 is halfway through.

Pitch perfect and its aca-mazing characters do not belong to me.

Beca's POV

It became sort of our thing after that day. We'd always meet at the lake once our classes ended and before the Bellas' practice start. We'll only be there together for less than an hour but those minutes are the ones that always make my day. Usually, we'd talk about our childhood and high school years. These are my favorite conversations because I get to know her better and I am opening up to her gradually. Sometimes, we're not talking, just enjoying the peace and quiet and each other's company.

"Hey." I looked up to see Chloe looking down at me with her dazzling smile, as always. She was holding a paper bag in one hand and two cans of coke in plastic bags in the other. She set the items in front of me before taking a seat on the ground to my left.

"What's this Chlo?" I ask her, reaching for the bag to look at its contents. "Well, I remember you telling me the other day that you love the burger at Chuck's diner and Aubrey for some reason cancelled practice today, and since I passed that diner on the way here, I decided to get us something to eat," she answered, flashing her teeth in a child-like grin.

"Thanks Chlo, that's very thoughtful of you," I tell her. I started to unwrap my burger and was about to take a bite when I noticed that Chloe hasn't even touched hers. I turned to look at her and found her staring at me with a small smile etched on her beautiful face.

"Is . . . is there something on my face?" I asked nervously. Seriously, this girl is gonna be the death of me. Chloe just shook her head and reached for her burger. We both ate in a comfortable silence, the only sounds around us were those of the wind rustling against the leaves and the water gently splashing against land. I let the calmness wash over me.

When we were done, I laid on the soft ground with my hands beneath my head. I was already drifting off when I felt Chloe shuffle beside me then I felt her head on my stomach. My initial reaction was to tense up but then I remembered that it was only beautiful, sweet, loveable Chloe and I let myself relax again. I even let my fingers sift through her hair. I heard her sigh in contentment.

"I don't like being close to people. I don't like being hugged or having my hand held. You know why?" I felt her shake her head no. "It's because I don't like being intimate. When you're intimate with a person, you begin to feel comfortable in their presence and you find yourself slowly beginning to trust them then, you'll be comfortable to open up. And when you open up, you give those people the power to hurt you. They can strengthen you or break you in an instant if they want to. And for me, that's the most terrifying. I don't want to get hurt because I've been hurt too much before."

Chloe sat up and I could feel her eyes on me. I let my gaze stay on the blue skies that reminded me of her eyes for a little longer before finally letting them meet Chloe's. Her eyes were shining with unshed tears, but I could still see the admiration and mirth in them. She was so happy that I was finally opening up. That was all I needed. What I'm doing right now is the right thing. She laid down again, this time she rested her head on my chest and she had an arm wrapped around my waist. I put my hand over hers, tracing patterns on her soft skin.

"What about Stacie?" she asked.

"Stacie and I had been best friends ever since I can remember. Our parents were friends since college and we were also neighbors. We've grown up together. She always got my back. Whether I was right or wrong, whether my decisions were outright stupid, she always stood by me. She made me learn from my mistakes, but she always made sure that she was there to pick up the pieces after. I also make sure that I do the same for her. She's one of the most precious people in my life and I love her so much. She's my best friend and sister.

When we turned twelve, my mom and Stacie's parents, on the way home from grocery shopping, got involved in a nasty car accident. No – nobody survived. I was devastated. But, Stacie felt way worse. She just lost both of her parents. She could see her whole world crumbling right before her. Of course dad was also distraught. He took care of everything concerning the funerals. The three of us mourned for months on end. My dad was the first to recover though. He still had Stacie and me. He adopted Stace and devoted all of his love to us. Stacie even took my dad's last name and started calling him dad as well. Eventually, through the help of each other, we were all able to move on.

On our final year of middle school, dad had to move here for a better job opportunity. He's a professor in the English department. Stacie and I were on my final year of middle school and we didn't want to leave our friends. So, we stayed with dad's good friend until the end of middle school. Before we left though, a rumor spread about Stacie and I being gay. We were bullied. Even our so called friends turned their backs on us and started bullying us as well. It hurt like a bitch cause I thought they were my real friends.

I was in my sophomore year of high school in New York when I had my first girlfriend. I trusted and loved her so much, but she was a closet case. I found out she was dating the douche of a quarterback of our school's football team right after we were almost caught by her parents. She told me she was just experimenting with me. To say that I was crushed after that is an understatement. I had trouble trusting and opening up to other people after that. I don't want to hurt that way anymore."

I felt a tear slip from my eye as the memory of all the pain and suffering I had to endure washed over me. There. I just bared my soul to Chloe. I even told her that I am gay. I took a leap of faith and decided to let her in. I looked at her and she was looking back with tears streaming from her eyes. There was not an ounce of judgment or resentment in them.

'Now, you have power over me. Please don't hurt me' I plead through my gaze. She shook her head and kissed my cheek softly before nuzzling her face in my neck. I put my arms around her and pulled her closer.

"Never."

Maybe my inevitable heartbreak is my entire fault. Maybe if I hadn't let myself fall for her so hard, it wouldn't be so hard to forget her. Maybe if I didn't let her in, it wouldn't be so hard to let go of her. Maybe . . . maybe . . .