Prompt: Beca moves to LA, and one day catches her new neighbors outside in the pool. A certain red head catches her eye.

When Beca moved to LA, she hadn't expected to be living the high life.

Beca's not stupid. She knew that by going into the music industry, she would struggle for a while. She imagined herself living in a tiny room and surviving on soda and Ramen, and working two jobs just to make ends meet.

So basically college.

Nothing deterred Beca though. That's why after she graduated high school, she found a small house that she could afford, a job, and packed her bags.

But of course, her father couldn't have let her go quietly.

"What the hell Beca? You can't just run away to California and become the new P. Diddy. You need to go to college and get an education."

It was around there that Beca cut him off and reminded him not so gently that she was 18 and could do whatever the hell she wanted, and that he had lost the right to dictate her life when he walked out on her and her mother for the stepmonster. She then walked out of the house, towing her suitcase behind her, and let the door slam shut.

She didn't regret a single thing.

It was now a two weeks since she walked out of the LA airport, and had taken a taxi to her new place.

When Beca had first gotten there, she had just stood in the middle of her new apartment. It looked so… empty. Of course, that wouldn't last for long. Beca dropped her bags on the floor, cracked her knuckles, and then walked over to the stack of boxes that sat in the corner of the room. Time to get unpacking…

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Beca had barely stepped outside the building unless it was to run out and get food. She had everything delivered from her house to her new apartment, and had spent the last two weeks unpacking and moving everything around.

By the time that she had finally finished unpacking everything and moved the furniture to the desired places, Beca had to start her new job at the local radio station.

Basically, she was burnt out.

Which is why on the first day that she had nothing to do, she felt so weird. It's like those first couple days in summer where you feel like you should be at school, but instead you're sitting at home doing nothing of importance.

Beca didn't like it. That's why she walked into her bedroom, and started a new mix. This time she was mashing Titanium and Bulletproof.

Beca liked mixing. Scratch that, she loved it. It was what she loved to do with her life. If you didn't find Beca at classes, which was an often occurrence, she was at home in front of her mixing equipment. Beca loved the feeling that she felt when mixing. There was a euphoric joy that always rushed through her when she found those two perfect songs that just mixed so well together. She could fall into the lull that was created with those perfect melodies. That lull was what dulled the pain of high school and the sadness of her parents' divorce.

Beca didn't get up again until around noon when her stomach growling became more of an interference than an annoyance. She reluctantly pushed back from her desk, and walked into the kitchen to make herself a sandwich. Her hands worked on instinct while Beca's head was in the clouds. She started to softly sing the remix while moving her hips from side to side. She was so into the music in her head, that she swore that she could hear the actual song of titanium.

Wait a minute…

Beca opened her eyes, realizing that she had stopped making her sandwich in favor of imagining the next few chords of her mix. She swiveled her head as she searched for the source of the music. She looked over into the living room, and saw an open window. She quickly walked over and stuck her head out.

Sure enough, the house next door was blaring the exact song that Beca was mixing. The house was small, but the huge pool in the backyard made up for the lack of area. Irritation started to bubble inside of Beca, and just as she was about to slam the window shut, she saw a flash of bright red and tan limbs before it quickly disappeared into the pool water, creating a huge splash. A head quickly popped back you, a mop of wet hair clinging to her face and neck.

Beca could hear the red head's laughter from here.

The red head was wearing a teal green bikini with pink polka dots. Her body was tan and muscular, but not overly done. And even from here, Beca could see the million-watt smile plastered on the girls face.

Fuck. She was gorgeous.

The red head quickly flipped onto her back with her hands behind her head, and started to float around, giving Beca an amazing view of her toned stomach and legs.

Beca paused, intrigued by the girl's free spirit attitude. Did she feel like a creep? Yes. Did she care? Only slightly.

Her attention was snapped away from the red head when another girl came walking out. This one was blonde and was wearing a pink bikini that showed off her toned body.

"You aca-bitch! You jumped in without me!" The blonde shrieked. She threw the towels that she had in her hand, and then sprinted to the water. The red head screamed and shielded her face from the splash of water. The blonde popped back up and they both laughed, splashing each other.

Beca smiled, and then turned away from the window. She reached her daily stalker limit. She walked back to her desk and slipped on her headphones with only one thought in mind…

What was her name?