[Stacie's POV]

Ninth of October two-thousand-and-eleven.

I can't believe I'm not going to see you for a month," I moaned, resting my head on your shoulder.
"I've already told you to come, you're a Bella too and it won't be right without you," you replied, kissing me lightly.
"I want some peace from you" I joked sticking out my tongue "No but seriously, I can't take that time off college, I'm late half the time now anyway,"
"Ooooh, but you don't like philosophy anyway..." You continued, kissing me a few more times."

"This doesn't get disgusting does it?" I asked.

"No Stace, just carry on reading," Beca laughed.

"I know but I need to pass this or my Dad will literally kill me" I replied.
"I'll protect you." I shook my head laughing at you.
"Oh yeah, course you will..."
"So will you come?" You pleaded one last time.
"I'll come," I agreed. Your smile grew and you pulled me into a hug.
"If you don't protect me afterwards, I will kill you," I warned.
"I'm looking forward to it." "
*

"Can I ask a question?" Lilly asked.
"You just did..." I pointed out, winking at her.
"Shh Stacie, anyway, how did you all of a sudden get to October, did you miss a letter?"
"No, she didn't, I only wrote down the most important and memorable times, otherwise it would just take too long," Beca explained.
"Don't you think it's weird though, how they were just written to make you remember and for you to maybe show Chloe someday and now they're being used to save her...?" Amy wondered.
"It's fate," Cynthia Rose commented.
Beca nodded to everything they were saying, taking it all into consideration.
"Imagine if you never met Chloe, none of this would have ever happened," I said, thinking what it would be like instead.
"I think they were always meant to meet, no-matter what, we can't control the main things in life, just how it happens, well that's what I think anyway. I reckon Chlo and Beca were destined to find each other," Amy shared.
"I think you're right" Beca smiled.

11th of October two-thousand-and-eleven.

"Wow Chloe this place is so beautiful," I admired as we got off the plane.
"We haven't even gotten out of the airport yet, just wait," you said.

We collected our luggage and headed for the big mini-van we hired; enough to fit all of us in.
I sat there 'ooooing' and 'abashing' the whole way to the hotel.
"Today we have the rest of the day off, how about I take you shopping," you whispered in my ear, kissing my neck slightly making me shiver.
"Or we could go back to the hotel and sleep off this jet-lag and then buy some pizza?" I countered.
"I like your thinking," you replied, smiling.

"We're here," Amy announced pulling up outside a huge, expensive looking hotel. I looked up at it in awe along with everyone else.
"C'mon guys I'm shattered," Ashley yawned, pushing through the big glass doors and rolling her suitcase along the big marble staircase.

"C'mon babe let's go get some sleep," you said a little while later, heading towards the lift with the key-card in your hand.

So what pizza d'you want?" You asked, grinning at me across the table.
"You choose," I replied smiling at you.
"Pepperoni?"
"Pepperoni," I copied, nodding.
You ordered our pizza and diverted your attention back to me.
"You really do look beautiful tonight babe," you flattered.
"Thanks," I said blushing "Not as beautiful as you."
You winked at me and took a sip of your coke.

I rolled over moaning at the sound of the alarm beeping.
"Why do we have to be up so early I groaned, sitting up.
"Because we have to work," you replied in a similar tone to mine.
"Well can't work wait?," I said, hitting you with a pillow.
You poked your tongue out at me and got up going into the bathroom, coming out just as quickly.
"What should I wear?" You asked, sounding like a child.
"Come here," I laughed, going through your clothes picking out the appropriate ones.
You went back into the bathroom and got changed.

"Beautiful," I commented, winking, once you came back out.
You admired yourself in the mirror for a second before turning to me, a mischievous look spread across your face.
"What?" I asked, tilting my head at you.
"You could be our new stylist."

*
"Did you go to that pizza place by the hotel?" Amy asked. Beca nodded at her. "Oh my god that place was amazing," she continued.
"I'm surprised Chloe didn't wake up at the thought of that Pizza," Ashley laughed.
"It was good pizza," I joined in, laughing.
"I just got a text." Amy announced.
"Who from?"
"The girl who killed Chloe."