'Chloe and Aubrey both end up arguing with each other and stop talking, they both text Beca about what happened and then Beca comes up with a plan to show her girlfriends that no matter how much they fight the love will never go.'

"No, Aubrey, I'm sick of you controlling me all the time!"

"Well maybe if you were actually smart enough to make your own decisions I wouldn't have to!"

"Oh, so it's my fault you have a stick up your arse?"

"No, its your fault you're so dense you don't know the difference between flirting and 'just talking!'"

"For the last time, I wasn't flirting!"

"God, Chloe, you really piss me off sometimes!"

"Fine then, I'll fucking leave!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

When Beca turned on her phone she was met with 2 messages.

The first was from Chloe.

"God Becs, I'm so pissed right now! Call me when you can x"

Beca's eyebrows furrowed in immediate confusion. Was Chloe mad at her?

"Pissed at me?" she messaged back, and she could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest.

"No, not at you. I'll tell you when you get home xox"

The other was from Aubrey.

"Call me when you can."
She smiled briefly at her girlfriends bluntness, before calling her.

"Bree?" she asked, her voice tentative.

"Chloe's a fucking bitch."

Fuck. Beca thought. Aubrey was pissed. She never ever swore.

"I'm sure she's not, care to explain why?"

"Our girlfriend thinks it's okay to flirt with other fucking people."

"You know what Chloe's like, Bree," Beca soothed. "She was probably just being over friendly.

"So 'Oh, you're such a cutie' wasn't fucking flirting? I should've known you'd take Chloe's side, you obviously prefer her over me."

"What?" Beca asked, her voice now bemused.

"Talk to you later, Beca."

Great. Now I have two girlfriends not talking to each other, and one not talking to me.

As soon as she got home, Aubrey started to cry.

She had one girlfriend who was tired of her, and another who preferred someone else.

Why couldn't she catch a break?

Chloe was pacing.

She didn't do it often, actually. She wasn't the type to get nervous, or angry.

But now she was pissed.

How fucking dare Aubrey assume she was flirting with someone?

She messaged her little brothers girlfriend.

How the fuck is that flirting?

She knew eventually she'd calm down and manage to explain to Aubrey what happened, but until then she'd pace.

Beca had a plan.

She first called Chloe and asked to meet her. Then she did the same with Aubrey.

For the exact same time. At the exact same place.

She just hoped they wouldn't get too pissed at her.

Everything was going to plan.

The dinner was ready, the flowers out, the table set.

She really hoped Aubrey would actually come.
She had said she would and she usually stuck with the things she said, but she was unpredictable when pissed.

She chewed on her bottom lip briefly, suddenly overcome with nerves.

This could get messy.

But before she had time to back out or do anything stupid, the doorbell rang.

It was Aubrey.

"You actually came!" she exclaimed, then flew into her arms.

Grudgingly, Aubrey wrapped her arms around Beca's petite waist.

"I said I would." she offered quietly.

She was pulled into the apartment and forced onto a chair.

"What's all this?" she asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"I'm really sorry, Bree." Beca said.

"No, it's o-" Aubrey went to say, but was interrupted by Beca.

"No, I made you feel like I didn't want you, and that I preferred Chloe, and that's not okay. I love both of you so much, and it' not fair that you have to be the one made feel insecure whenever we argue."

"It's oka-" Aubrey started, but was again interrupted.
It was the doorbell.

She glanced at Beca suspiciously, her eyes narrowing. "Who's that?" she asked, her voice hard.

Beca let out a nervous laugh, before moving to open it.

"Beca, who is that?"

Then Chloe's voice filled the apartment.

"Sorry I'm late, Becs. The traffic was terrible."

Beca stayed silent, and then Chloe appeared in the doorway. She glanced at Aubrey, before moving to Beca, her eyes dark and angry.

"What the hell, Beca? I told you, I don't want to talk to Aubrey!"

Aubrey saw Beca visibly wince, but she was too pissed to defend her.
"Chloe." Beca said, visibly frustrated. "You haven't spoke for four days! That's the longest fight you've ever had. And think about me! I'm stuck in the middle of it all. What was I supposed to let you do? Just break up?"

Chloe's resolve weakened, and she flopped into the chair opposite Aubrey.

"Fine." she huffed.

"Great!" Beca squeaked. "Bree, you can be pissed later. Dinners on the side. Love you both! Have fun!"

Then she blew a kiss and left.

Aubrey stood up stiffly, and moved to the dinner. She placed it onto the table, before sitting down, all the time not looking at Chloe.

"Bree." she heard.

"Bree," she heard again, and this time she actually looked up.

She met Chloe's pleading gaze with a blank one, her posture completley straight.

"Yes?" she snapped.

"I wasn't flirting." Chloe said.

Aubrey scoffed.

"I wasn't." Chloe said, her voice angry now, her normally calm blue eyes dark with rage. "It was Toby's girlfriend, if you must know. And yes I called her cute. Because she is. She's 15, and she was gushing about how she got an A in her chemistry class."

"Oh." Aubrey deflated.

"Yes, oh."

"I'm sorry." Aubrey gave, her previously angry expression one of docile sadness.

Chloe scrutinised her for a long, lingering moment, before slumping back in her chair with a pout.

"You're lucky you're cute." she said. "And that I'm bored being angry with you."

Aubrey laughed then, the relieved sound filling up the once awkward silence.

"I love you, Chloe." she said.

"I love you too, Bree." Chloe replied. "And can we eat now? I'm hungry."

A/N The next chapter of 'Come Back To Us' should be up by tomorrow :)