Here we go again! VanessaR, thanks, here you have it! Guest, thanks a lot, and Jake! thanks a lot man, you are so very helpful, I can't believe I'm so accurate but I hope I keep being it! thanks for everything :)

And thanks a lot everybody. I was so sad this week after hearing about the attaks in Beirut, the French attacks on Syria, the Russian attacks on Syria, and the attacks to Universities and stuff so many places in Africa have been suffering. They deserve all our love and instead, we categorize the victims in social classes, think the French ones are first class, and forget about all the others. My thoughts and my love are with everybody who ever lost someone, who's fighting for their lives, and who won't sleep on a comfy bed tonight. Goes to all those refugees that don't know where to go because we're shutting them out, and goes to the couple of men my mom saw the other day at a shop ask how to go to a city that is very far away from mine, like crossing the country practically, and they are going there walking to find a job. You are all the heros of this sad story that ends with humanity, because the monsters that are doing this to you can't be called humans but monsters.

Chapter 7:

Somehow, things got back to a semi normal situation. Somehow, they had actual fun the night before Christmas and even a great Christmas day with the best presents and the best Skype video calls to their families, and somehow, Chloe managed to put a happier self up and put actual effort on being better, which was more than enough to Beca and Aubrey, and even accepted playing Just Dance against Aubrey while Beca, with their permission, made comments about their ridiculous moves, which ended up making Chloe laugh her ass off, because their friend hid a funny, sneaky side.

The afternoon the other Bellas came back, however, wasn't the very first really bad afternoon for Beca in a very long time. Her therapist had returned from her holidays that morning, and called Beca to see her in the afternoon, and while most sessions were quite good, simple, easy, at least now that she was much better than she had been in years, that one was tough as hell, because that night, somehow, she had dreamed with the first time she was in a mental health hospital, she had dreamed with the night she was raped, and with some of her suicide attempts. She had no idea why she would suddenly have such a bad night, with a good bunch of terrible memories coming back at forth, but she left before anyone was up to go on a walk, she texted saying she would be home for lunch and then shortly after texted to say she wouldn't, as she had gone with the car around Atlanta –Jesse wasn't back yet- and taken a long walk, she sat in a park mixing for a good couple hours until the time came to go to therapy, and once she was there, her therapist didn't stop until she had brought back all her memories, which was useful because back in Portland she hadn't had the same therapist, and this one was much better, understood her much better, and when it was over, although Beca had cried her eyes out and felt like shit, she felt she would sleep good again, that that time, her therapist had helped her a lot with those memories.

But days like that brought the worst of her Aspergers back, and when she came home, past dinner time –she had stayed in Atlanta for some hours and had dinner on her own, feeling that all she needed was the calmness and loneliness of herself, which came in as a very relaxing and pleasant thing because that day social situations were stressing her out much more than in months- and was immediately bothered by the noise of laughs in the living room. The Bellas were, apparently, catching up and having the best time, and she felt like the worst symptoms of her Aspergers Syndrome were kicking pretty strong and she didn't even want to peek and say hi. But she sighed, she breathed deeply, noticing the noise had lowered probably because the girls heard the door, even if it still made her cringe, and walked into the living room. She was greeted with a general Beca! full of happiness, but it made her wince. Her hearing had exacerbated a lot, she had a really good hearing in general, but that night it was like having a hangover.

"Are you alright Beca? You have a bad face tonight" Emily said with a worried voice.

"Yes…" Beca said in a lower voice, trying not to bother herself "I'm just overly Aspie today, so I would love to just be alone, in the silence of my bedroom, until it passes a bit. It's nice to see all of you again, but I just… I have Aspergers. I guess that's all" she explained "I'll be in my bedroom, don't go looking for me, I'll come when I feel better." Not wanting to give anyone the chance to argue or anything, she dragged her feet quickly out of the room and climbed the stairs, that seemed heavier than ever. The last flight of stairs, the one that ended in her bedroom, had a door at its beginning, that was usually open because Beca didn't mind it, but that night she softly closed it and climbed the shorter flight of stairs. She got into the softest pajama she owned, feeling her clothes all too itchy, and got into the bed without a second thought. Sometimes there were some periods of the year where she seemed almost non-Aspie, and then there were others where she was Aspie in quadruplicate, and the rest of the year, she was something in between that was manageable. That period though, she didn't know how long it was going to last, but she knew if her friends had gotten to think she wasn't that bad, now they were about to realize how crazy Aspergers could get.

"Beca, Beca, wake up, sleepy head. It's past noon" Beca, who almost always woke up before her alarm, was woken up the following day by the soft, sweet voice of Chloe, shaking her arm a bit, what made her wince before opening her eyes widely "Sorry. Beca, aren't you hungry sweetie? Lunch's ready, I can bring you a plate up here if you don't feel good yet."

"I'm having hypersensitivity, so please don't touch me Chloe" Beca whispered getting out of bed.

"Okay. Can I do something else? Anything?" Chloe stood next to the bed looking worriedly at her. Beca shook her head.

"I'm gonna go out a bit, I'll be home soon" Beca said "I'm not hungry, but thanks a lot. Don't worry Chloe, I'm not amateur, I know what to do. I think." Chloe nodded and left, and Beca went and dressed up with the warmest, softest set of winter clothes she had.

As quietly as possible, Beca went outside, where the winter was going away as the year had only a couple days left, and the winter was melting a bit. Maine would probably have a very deep layer of winter covering the state completely. Jesse was coming home in the afternoon, so she got into his car, and decided to park it where Jesse usually did, and leave the keys in his room –she had a key- and then, Beca went walking, which always soothed her, to her favorite place in the fields close to the home, to the cold stream she knew, and sat in the ground next to it, watching the water flow. Driving had relaxed her a bit already and that could only be better. The place was the most relaxing, because there she only had to deal with herself, she could close her eyes, lay on the grass, and avoid feeling overly stimulated by everything. In the calmness, only listening to the birds, she felt her senses relax a bit, and when she considered she was definitely much better, she stood up, having past a couple hours already, and went to the house again. She felt definitely much more relaxed, much less stimulated, but kept her eyes on the ground anyway to avoid visual overstimulation, and her outburst of symptoms in such a strong way –she usually had it, but in a much relaxed way that she was used to and could handle- had left her drained and with a weird feeling in the mouth of her stomach, like how you feel after having spent a night crying. And she decided if she couldn't fix it as an Aspie, she would try the non-Aspie method, the one that seemed to work for everyone else. She got into the house, walking into the living room as layers of clothes stained with just a bit of remaining snow fell to the ground. Some girls weren't there, but Chloe was sitting in a sofa reading, Aubrey next to her chatting with Cynthia, Amy, and Stacie, Emily seemed to be studying, so the room was quiet.

"Chloe" Beca called firmly, and the girls moved their eyes to her.

"Hey" Chloe replied "Any better?" Beca nodded.

"Can I ask you a favor?" Beca asked, and this time, Chloe nodded "Drop the book and make space for me beside you, please." Chloe left the book on the coffee table and moved closer to Aubrey to make more room for Beca, who had removed already her jackets, and took the blanket they always had on the back of the couch, wrapping herself with it and sitting next to Chloe. She breathed deeply, trying to discern if what she was about to do was going to freak herself out or not, and looked at Chloe, who stared curiously at her "Could you hug me? With the arm you can move." Chloe smiled, and pulled Beca into a tight hug, her cheek against Beca's temple as the brunette nudged her nose in the crook of Chloe's neck, closing her eyes and surrounding Chloe's stomach with her right arm. At first, she thought it had been a terrible idea, but then, the unpleasant feeling she was having before seemed to vanish a bit, and she snuggled closer, making it more comfortable. Chloe was running a hand trough her back tenderly and Beca started feeling sleepy "Am I hurting you?"

"No" Chloe replied "Am I?"

"No" and after a pause, she yawned against Chloe's neck "Thanks Chloe" the ginger grinned.

"Whenever you want" Chloe replied with a tiny smile, her right hand on Beca's shoulder caressing her upper arm softly, and her left hand, trapped in the sling, barely touching Beca's right hand with her fingertips. She couldn't move that hand a lot because somehow the movement there travelled to her clavicle and could bother her a bit, but at least she could touch her a bit.

Beca realized that, even though she couldn't tell if it felt like something not hundred percent awesome or not, she could tell that it was the most comforting feeling she had ever felt, or at least, one of the few. She was so relaxed, she felt asleep in a matter of seconds, and when she woke up, she was still just like she fell asleep, only that her right hand had fallen on Chloe's lap, and the ginger was still holding her just the same, while she sang peacefully. Beca, who hadn't heard her sing since before her crash, smiled a bit closing her eyes trying not to show she was awake so her friend wouldn't stop singing, and focused on her voice, mixed with the scent that came from her skin on her neck. She had a very high sensibility, not only with touch, but also with smell or hearing, even taste something, it was something she had always had, but with time and her therapy, she had learnt ways to avoid focusing so much in noises that bothered her too much and distract herself from them, or tastes, or smells, and there weren't even that many smells she hated, more like she didn't exactly like them, but not hate. She never wore perfume, and some flowers smelled not bad but too intense for her. However, she found she loved Chloe's scent. It wasn't one that she could compare with another smell she knew, and maybe that was the best part, that it was so unique, she had no idea how to describe it. And she could tell it wasn't perfume or some gel or shampoo.

Chloe was singing very softly some song that sounded like Indie and that was slightly familiar for Beca, and it was probably around dinner time, because she could smell dinner being made and noise from the kitchen. Beca was really trying not to make a noise, but her stomach had other ideas, and after not having eaten anything since yesterday afternoon or so, it roared, and Beca almost felt embarrassed, which stopped feeling when she heard and felt Chloe giggle, not singing anymore.

"You are hungry aren't you sweetheart?" Chloe whispered so tenderly Beca felt her ears warm up "Dinner will be ready soon, you'll see. Just rest now a bit honey" Beca knew Chloe didn't know she was awake, but she still fell asleep again. And a while after, Chloe shook her body with the arm she kept hugging her with, very tenderly, to wake her up "Beca, come on, let's eat a bit."

Beca moaned a bit not wanting to get up, and when Chloe giggled, she moved a bit, with a tiny smile on her face, putting her left arm over the back of the couch to support herself and pull apart from Chloe, who looked at her with a silly smile and sparkly eyes. Beca couldn't help to smile back.

"Hey" Chloe whispered.

"Hey" Beca was in that moment still leaning onto Chloe, but supporting on the back of the couch, and her right hand was still on Chloe's thigh, her faces pretty close to each other.

"Did you sleep well?" Chloe asked with another whisper and a sweet voice.

"Thanks to you" Beca replied, locking her eyes with Chloe's, and then her breath caught in her lungs. It was like she had never seen those eyes before, or the tiny freckles, almost invisible, that covered Chloe's nose and cheeks, that were rosy, and those intriguing, suggestive lips. She sure had seen it all a thousand times, but never from so close, and never staring. She had never really stared at Chloe until that moment, because one, she barely looked at people in the eye, and two, when her eyes went to faces, it was almost always for only a couple seconds tops. And now, she was staring intently at Chloe, almost surprised. It was like seeing something amazing and beautiful that had been hidden long for the first time, or like going to the beach the first time in summer, or seeing the first snowflakes of the year, or the Niagara falls. And damn, Chloe Beale was a beautiful, beautiful woman, she didn't had to think any more in that, it wasn't something to reflect about, because it was just a clear statement, an obviousness everybody would agree with her in.

At the same time, she realized Chloe was also staring at her, really staring at her –and when Beca realized, she felt herself blush- for the first time, because, or at least that was what Beca thought, the same way Beca hadn't been able to really look at Chloe before, Chloe hadn't been able to really look at her before either. And Chloe was looking at her with incredible attention, her lips forming the shadow of the smile that was there earlier, and it was like they were both stuck in a world of their own and almost forgetting how to breath.

"Chloe, dinner! Wake Beca up!" somebody shouted from the kitchen. Beca didn't even had brain left to think who owned that voice.

Chloe nodded and cleared her voice, blushing a bit, and pulling apart a bit, moving her eyes away from Beca for a second before looking back and staring a few seconds more, like somebody who thinks they've seen somebody known around the street and at first doesn't pay attention to it, but at the end they end up stopping and staring back to the person.

"It seems like it's time to get up" Chloe whispered with a raspy voice.

"It seems so" Beca whispered back, feeling like she was too numb suddenly to put more strength in her voice. She didn't even understand what had just happened to her, but she felt amazed, numbly amazed, like she did the first time her parents took her to Europe and she saw the Atlantic Ocean in all its greatness below them from the plane's window.

But instead of moving, they just kept staring, without saying anything, and like magnets, their faces were very slowly getting closer, so, so slowly, and then, there was a knock in the doorframe.

"Girls! Come on, dinner's gonna get cold!" Ashley said, and Beca and Chloe woke up, pulled apart brusquely murmuring things like oh, yeah, yeah, sure, we're going, and blushing as they stood up and quickly made their way to the dinner table.

It wasn't until later, when Chloe was distractedly getting out of the bathroom in the first floor and Beca was on her way to her bedroom, that they almost crushed against each other and stared again. Chloe giggled and apologized when she almost crashed against Beca, and Beca murmured something of it being nothing, and then they were staring. And before her brain could hold her lips back, she was speaking.

"Would you like to come with me on a walk tomorrow morning?"

"Sure" Chloe nodded, and smiled "Where?"

"It's a surprise" Beca grinned, not even recognizing herself "But we could have our last lunch of the year as a picnic."

"So it's the fields" Chloe stated "You know it's cold outside, are you trying to get into another snuggle?" she asked and winked. Beca almost wanted to laugh, she didn't even know the answer to that.

"The ways of God are inscrutable" she quoted the Bible with a side smile, and Chloe rose her eyebrows in surprise. Beca had already turned around and put a foot on the first step when Chloe turned to face her back and replied smiling.

"I didn't took you for a Bible connoisseur" she jokingly pronounced the last word with a French accent.

"But you know I love to know stuff and memorize it!" Beca said in a joking voice turned around to look at her from the stairs, grinning. Then, in a more serious voice, she added "My grandmother taught me the Bible. Now go to bed, crasher." She smiled a bit, and Chloe smiled back, so she turned around, and walked the last steps to her bedroom, not bothering to close the stairs' door.

After breakfast, Chloe and Beca put their warmest clothes on, and went, Chloe following Beca's quick steps, to the stream in the woods Beca liked so much. To Beca's peaceful place.

"This place is beautiful" Chloe whispered. The place didn't had much snow, it hadn't snowed in around a week or so, and the snowflakes that were sometimes around the ground came from having fallen from the trees. It wasn't a dense forest, it had some shrubs, flowers, a thick layer of grass that was sometimes covered with some fallen branches or trunks. It was a broadleaf tiny forest that was just a bit far away from the Bellas' house and went on until almost the Barden campus "And you say this has always been here? All this time?"

"Yes" Beca nodded. They were standing next to the stream. There was a very tiny wooden footbridge that went over the stream, and they sat there with their legs hanging from the side of it, the water flowing below them "It's nice isn't it?"

Chloe smiled and nodded, supporting with her hand a bit behind her to lean back and look at the sky over them, covered in green from the top of the trees. Beca stared at her, enchanted somehow, with a tiny smile, seeing the ginger close her eyes with a smile on her covered in freckles face as a ray of sunlight crashed against them, making her ginger hair shine even more than usual. They could only hear the birds singing around the branches of the trees, and the water flowing, and their breaths. It was complete calmness.

"This place is awesome, I can't believe I miss it all these years" Chloe said "Now I understand how you go on walks so much. I bet it was even greater in autumn here."

"Yeah" Beca nodded "I love coming here. It relaxes me a lot when I'm overwhelmed or bothered by anything. Or when I just want to be alone and not feel lonely. I never even come here to mix, I think some places are too peaceful even for mixes to come."

Chloe sat straighter, and for awhile, she just watched Beca, who was staring at her feet, which were moving like two swings in the air, over the stream. She wished her eyes could photograph that, the brunette just so small an innocent contemplating her feet and, sometimes, the surroundings, her hair falling freely in waves, her eyes shining a bit when the right ray of sunlight met them.

"You never told me why the day before yesterday, and yesterday itself, were so hard for you." Chloe whispered, and Beca realized she hadn't really spent much time alone with Chloe, just talking alone, getting to know each other without everyone else around.

"I never knew" Beca replied, and turned her face to meet Chloe's "I've realized there are times when, for any reason in particular sometimes and sometimes when something happens and triggers it, I just have big Aspergers days. Like days when all I've ever learned, all the therapies, the meditation classes, the self control learning, all of it just disappears, and I'm left with the strongest symptoms of Aspergers and no way to fight it. And then, there are some days, even if it's incredibly rare, when I'm almost neurotypical, that is how we people with Aspergers or Autism, or any other form of alike syndromes and stuff call people like you that have any of it. But most of the days I'm a pure Aspie seeming like a pure Aspie who has spent eighteen years learning all that I've been able to learn to feel better with myself, and manage myself better."

Chloe nodded in understanding.

"I guess it's better as years go by, isn't it? I mean, now it definitely has to be better than when you first found out you had Aspergers, because you've learned a lot and then you had any of what you have now." Chloe reflected.

"Yeah, now it's definitely better" Beca nodded "I think the first years you just seem like you progress much more because you're trying to absorb all the knowledge that can be helpful that you can, and then, when you are older, and have less and less things new to learn about it, because you were so desperate and fast with learning the first years, it doesn't feel like you're progressing that much. But I guess that, knowing my syndrome is for life, the logical thing is assume that you learn what you can to make it somehow better for a few years, and then it's still there, and it's as better as it can be, but is still there and it will always be there until death."

"Do you ever wish" Chloe started after some time in silence "that you were neurotypical?" Beca smiled at her.

"When I first found out I wasn't, I wished it all the time. I cried for it, I put up so many tantrums for it, and sometimes when I have really bad days, I still do, but the rest of the time, I've learned to love it. You have to love who you are, you know? And what if I'm weird? For me, it's more of an achievement when I get to have good friends, or good things in general despite being incredibly weird and hard to deal with than if I were neurotypical. I get to memorize so many things, and learn so fast, and my senses, even if sometimes it's incredibly painful and upsetting, are like Superman, so sharp and developed. I learned to talk, and walk, and write super soon, and my parents kind of made the toddler Beca think she was super special and everyone else was just too common for my awesome person." She added with a joking tone of voice, looking with fake disdain at Chloe, who giggled.

"Oh, excuse me, your Highness" Chloe joked, and they laughed for a while "Hey, and how come you were so affectionate yesterday?"

"I get needy when I feel bad" Beca shrugged with a side smile "Nah, lately I've been brooding on the possibility of me being a natural not so affectionate person, like it not being because of Aspergers but because of my actual personality. In my family they aren't so affectionate either, so lately I've been thinking that maybe I'm genetically not very affectionate, but people like that sometimes are more affectionate, depends on the day, or the people, or the situation, but they can be, right? And I think there's a strong possibility that I'm just that, and that then, social rejection, depression and my own life experiences made me stop trying to even be, or want to be caring from time to time, and that maybe I just wanted to believe Aspergers made me unaffectionate" she explained and Chloe nodded "I don't even know if that makes sense" she added, making them laugh a bit "But I've always feel like I really didn't fond affection as much, and when I had my moments of just wanting to be affectionate, either the other person wasn't as comfortable, or I was looked weirdly like I wasn't supposed to be that way because of Aspergers. And then, yeah, of course sometimes because of it being touched is upsetting, but I think that only happens when I'm touched without expecting it, but that if I'm the one looking for it, Aspergers shuts up and lets me do whatever I want. You know, the best way to understand Aspergers is understanding that is actually not that different from neurotypical people, meaning that there are so many different kinds of people, some really cold and untouchable, and some really affectionate, some that seem almost neurotypical, some that couldn't be more different and hard to be around even if they tried on purpose, some that can handle a romantic relationship and some that have been married for years and have five or six kids."

Chloe stared intently at her and Beca smiled looking back to the stream. They feel into a comfortable silence for a bit, until Chloe broke it.

"I think you're one of the most amazing persons I've ever met" Chloe said.

"Really?" Beca said surprised. Chloe grinned and nodded.

"Really" Chloe assured "The way you put so much attention and care into every little thing you do, the way you value things most people don't even think much about like birds dancing and singing or the Sunday morning sudokus, or friendship, or being loved. That makes you a thousand more times more extraordinary than all the IQ in the world."

"That's what you think? Honestly?" Beca said amused.

"Honestly, yeah" Chloe nodded satisfied.

"You're amazing" Beca whispered suddenly.

They sat for a while, just staring at each other, and somehow, then it seemed like life couldn't be easier.

After some time, they started getting ready for lunch, pulling out the blanket and the food they had brought with them.

"Could you help me remove my sling?" Chloe asked "I like to let it free when I'm not going to move much so my elbow changes its position a bit and still works fine when I get the sling completely removed."

"Sure, but tell me if I hurt you" Beca said before kneeling behind Chloe, who was sat on the floor, and helping remove the sling that kept the arm as against Chloe's torso as possible, and then Chloe thanked her and accommodated her arm so it fell delicately on her lap "It still bothers you much?" she asked while they ate.

"Yeah" Chloe nodded "Mostly for sleeping, I have to sleep face up all the time and I hate it" she smiled a bit, shoving some pasta salad into her mouth "I also want to go back to class after the holidays, but I'm afraid I'll get too dizzy or faint. God, fainting in class would be so embarrassing… but the doctor said some people faint sometimes even months after having had a brain injury, so there's a chance. I just can't miss more classes if I want to graduate in June."

"Well, I promise to give you as many backrubs as you want when you're more healed" Beca said "And yeah, that's a chance. There are some statistics and stuff, I have a cousin who fell downstairs once, and it's been five years and four faints, but I don't think you should be embarrassed if that happens for three reasons. The first, they've been with you for four years, so they love you too much. Second, you're awesome, so nobody would dare to laugh, and if they do, Aubrey or I will find out and kick their ass. And third, you've won awards singing and dancing in front of people, fainting can't be more embarrassing than doing that onstage." Chloe laughed.

"Thanks Becs" she said then "Aubrey I don't doubt it, but you? Seriously?"

"For you?" Beca locked her eyes with Chloe's "Anything." They stared at each other for a bit, and Chloe smiled. Beca cleared her throat, blushing a bit "Anyway… what are you doing after you graduate? Will you leave Atlanta?"

"I don't know yet" Chloe said "Lately I've been interested in art, painting, drawing… I also love photography. I've been taking classes after school for like six years here and back in Tampa, well, until the crash of course, but I want to go back in January too. What I mean is that even though I'm studying for teacher, there are other things I love enough to maybe have jobs there, and I love Atlanta, and I love Tampa, and I would love to see the world too. But I'm so young I've been thinking that maybe I could stay in Atlanta for a year, maybe two more, find a nice place to live, and I could help you guys with the Bellas, and paint, or work at some photography studio, or do teaching practices… there are many things to do, and a lot of time to travel and do other things. I think after being in a potentially deathly situation I'm more inclined to just work more on my passions."

"It makes sense" Beca nodded "and we would love to have you around! Can you show me something you painted when we get back at home? I may haven't mentioned it before, but I actually love art."

Chloe grinned.

"You've seen one of my paintings a thousand times" she said.

"Really?" the brunette said surprised, and Chloe nodded excitedly "How come?"

"The framed painting on the wall? Over the stairs that lead to your room? I painted that. Aubrey thought we had to put it something, that it was too good."

"No way!" Beca grinned "No, you are not cheating me, I know that painting, is Wanderer above the sea of fog, and Caspar David Friedrich painted it, I love that artist." Chloe smiled at her.

"I know, I love him too! That's not the original Beca, you know we can't afford it, I don't even know where it is. But it's a copy. Look behind it, my initials are there" Beca stared at her, fascinated.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Wow" Beca nodded for herself "Amazing. Freaking talented."

"You're not so far away either" Chloe smiled "For an eighteen years old, you are impressive."

"And you say that without having heard me play piano yet? That's cute" Beca joked a bit, and Chloe laughed.

"I'd love to hear that though" she said "So, are you coming to the new year's eve celebration?"

"What's the plan again?" Beca asked.

"We were thinking on heading to Atlanta center. There is going to be a concert in a square, you know, very outdoors, and there will probably be some drunken Bellas involved, I can't drink with my current health though so I won't be one of them" she smiled a bit "And there'll be dancing involved, and home probably late, like five in the morning, although I'll probably ask Aubrey to take me home earlier because I don't think I'm in any state to hold on that long, and there will be fireworks and stuff. I think it's going to be fun, but there will probably be a lot of people, so I didn't know what you'll think."

"I'll go" Beca said surprising even herself "Yeah, why not? I'll be fine, I like music, the girls aren't the jerk kind of drunks, but the funny ones, and outdoors the quantity of people won't bother me as much, and if it does, I'll head home earlier. We could head home together early if you want, I don't have Jesse's car anymore, but we can walk like strolling, whenever you want, and it can only take an hour or two to get home from there right? It's not that much." Chloe smiled a bit.

"Yeah, that will be fun. Aren't you drinking tonight Mitchell?" she added winking.

"No, I never drink really. Why did you call me by my last name, is it a bad thing?" Beca asked confused.

"No, it's just I like it. I think it's a pretty last name" Chloe replied, and Beca blushed a bit "So… it has something to do with the fact that you used to drink a lot?"

"No, I never drank a lot. I guess it must be because of Aspergers, but I was always incapable of drinking much, the taste could be good or not, but just thinking I was purposely buying lottery tickets for a liver problem or death gave me a headache" Beca shrugged while eating "Then I started using it to try and kill myself. And then I guess drinking became a way to forget my problems and my life, and in many cases, a way of trying to commit suicide, so now every time I'm good and drink, I can do it for fun, because I immediately relation it with depressing memories."

"I'm sorry" Chloe said after a few seconds in silence "I'm making you talk too much about hard stuff."

"It's okay Chloe. I prefer people having the actual truth than making up their own versions" Beca replied with a sad smile "Come on, let's live for today!"