A/N: Say hi to Beca, everyone (finally). This chapter is, like, 200% fluff. Enjoy.

"She's totally the one."

Chloe's practically bouncing around her and Aubrey's dorm room.

Aubrey rolls her eyes. They've just come from the activities fair, not having recruited a single new Bella, and the only thing Chloe seems to be concerned with was some petite brunette she pushed a flyer at her face to.

"Chloe, you talked to her for all of five minutes. Also, you need to learn how to hide a toner, because holy shit, NASA could spot your toner for her from Saturn or something—"

"She's so adorable. And tiny. Adorably tiny. But also really sexy in a mysterious way. When you called her a bitch, which, by the way, was mean—"

"She was making fun of us!"

"—did you see that sassy face she made? That was really sexy." Chloe lets out a happy little sigh and twirls a little, her blue plaid dress swirling a little.

Aubrey watches, rolling her eyes."You're acting like a little schoolgirl. Which is what this is. A little schoolgirl crush. Do you even know her name?"

"No. Anyway, you just don't like her because she dissed the Bellas."

"I don't like her because she acts like she hates everything and she's too good for the world—"

"You can't just assume that after five minutes."

"You can't assume she's the one after five minutes. Plus, I bet she's straight. She's totally going to end up dating some guy who hates the world equally as much as she seems to, or she's going to go for the cliché nice guy that changes her life and makes her love the world. And your heart is going to be broken into tiny, little pieces that I'm going to have to superglue together."

Chloe raises her hands in mock defense."You're gonna hurt yourself talking this much, Bree. Besides, she didn't seem to hate the world."

"He-llo? Did you even look at her? All the eyeliner and those things in her ears—"

"I liked them."

"She could have green hair and you'd like it."

Chloe wrinkles her nose and throws a pillow at Aubrey. "Shush."

"Seriously, Chlo. You're doing that thing again."

"What thing?"

"That thing where you fall for someone hard and fast without even thinking about it first."

Chloe shrugs."Nothing wrong with that."

"Except you usually end up falling hard on concrete."

"That's an excellent metaphor. You're good at those."

Aubrey sighs, recognizing that Chloe wants to change the subject to avoid talking about the people she fell on concrete for. She flops on to her bed. "Thanks," she mumbles.

Chloe throws another pillow at Aubrey. "Come on, Bree. Lighten up."

Aubrey frowns. "The Bellas are a joke now because of me. How am I supposed to 'lighten up'?"

"Alice isn't here anymore. How awesome is that?"

"Neither are the rest of the Bellas. And no one will even come near us anymore after my—the incident. Did you not hear what Bologna Barb said?"

Chloe hesitates."Projectile vomiting isn't that bad. Besides, that Australian— Fat Amy— was promising."

Aubrey purses her lips. "Projectile vomiting is bad when you're in front of a crowd of thousands at the Lincoln center with cameras everywhere."

Another shrug.

Aubrey can't get mad at Chloe, though, because the night of the projectile vomiting incident, Chloe was the only one who stayed by Aubrey's side out of all of the Bellas on the stage.

"I need us to do well now more than ever, Chloe."

"I know."

"I finally get a solo and my dad actually seems semi-happy about it and then I ruin it—"

"You can show him this year."

"I'm just saying, what if no one shows up to auditions?"

"I hope that girl shows up to auditions."

It's Aubrey's turn to throw a pillow. "Seriously, Chloe? The Bellas are at stake here and all you can talk about is that—that alt girl?"

"She has really nice eyes. They're a nice shade of dark blue."

"Let's be honest here. Her eyes weren't the only things you were thinking about, were they?"

"Nope. I bet she's awesome in bed," Chloe adds in a mischievous tone.

Aubrey groans and rolls over. "Rhetorical question, Chloe."

"She is so adorable and sexy. How does someone even pull that off? Sexy and adorable."

"We are not talking about the alt girl anymore until you've at least seen her naked or something."

"But—"

"Nope. If you keep talking about it, you're going to keep falling for her, and it's probably going to cause a lot of stress for the two of us. And stress," Aubrey adds, "is the last thing I need right now."

Chloe flops on her own bed. "Fine. Until I've seen her naked."

"I was kidding."

"I wasn't."

Aubrey throws another pillow aimed directly at Chloe's head.