Drama is coming! Sorry it's been a minute since my last update but i've been working a lot and I have so many ideas for the future of this story that it's hard to figure out how to get to that point. Thanks for your patience and let me know how you like the chapter!

Chloe's POV

Chloe was in the middle of filling out paperwork when her phone dinged. She wasn't going to answer it but a rapid fire dinging after that made her curious.

Dear Bellas, got some exciting news. Meet me at Tiny's Pizza in New York, Tuesday at 4. Love, Fat Amy.

The Bellas all answered, aggreeing to meet their But Chloe wasn't sure. Sure, she stayed in New York, she lived about 15 minutes from Tiny's Pizza, and she missed Fat Amy, but something felt off to her. Amy kept in contact with them but she never actually wanted to meet with the Bellas. She was always busy helping Beca with something. Amy hadn't even shown up for the Bellas reunion they had a few months ago, something about "I'm just too busy to reschedule things right now". She sighed and set her phone to the side. She was way too busy to be worrying about that right now. The vet's office she worked at was bustling right now and she was behind on paperwork. After Beca left, Chloe finished school first in her class, and immediately started working at a local office. She texted Amy to let Beca know about her graduation from school, and about her job offer, but Amy just said what she always said. "Beca's busy at the moment. I'll let her know you texted when she's available." She eventually stopped texting and checking in. There wasn't any point. Beca never answered. She sighed again and dropped her pen on the table, putting her head in her hands. She could feel the tears in her eyes spilling over and running down her cheeks. Why was Beca being like this? Chloe sniffed and wiped her eyes, gathering up her paperwork and making sure she filled everything out. She looked at her phone, still open on the messages and grabbed it.

Miss you girls. See you soon.

She sent the message and stood, gathering up her stuff and heading to the front desk. The receptionist smiled when she handed her the paperwork, and she thanked her before grabbing her purse and heading home for the night. She was almost home when her phone started ringing. She pressed answer on her Bluetooth.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Chlo. How are you?" Of course Aubrey would be calling her right now. The news Amy had could only be about her and Bumper or it was about Beca. She sighed.

"I'm fine, Bree. I'm heading home." Aubrey hummed. "What?"

"Nothing, nothing. Just making sure you're okay." Chloe sighed again.

"I'm hoping the news isn't about Beca. I've really been trying to ignore all things Beca lately. I'm trying to forget about her."

"Well, it probably doesn't help that you constantly look her up and follow all of her social media's and have a google alert for her name, now does it?" Chloe didn't say anything. "Chloe? Hello?" She pulled into the parking lot for her apartment building and shut her car off, turning off her Bluetooth and bring her phone to her ear.

"Bree, i can't help it. I miss her. But i don't want to. I want to get over Beca. I want to be able to see her face on a magazine and not cry in the grocery store. I'm so tired of being mad at her!" She sniffed and wiped her eyes. Aubrey sighed on the other end of the phone.

"Chloe, I'm so sorry. I really wish she wouldn't have done left how she did. Did she know you loved her back?" Chloe was pushing open her car door and she paused.

"What are you talking about?"

"Chloe, it was very obvious you loved her back. Like not just as a friend either." Chloe scoffed and grabbed her purse before closing the door and locking her car.

"No I didn't, Bree. I loved her like she was one of my best friends. I didn't love her back like that. And she knew that. And I'm sorry that I didn't, but i still don't think that was a reason for her to leave how she did." Aubrey sighed again.

"Chloe, listen to me. You didn't see it. Beca didn't see it. Every time she left the room, you watched her. Your face lit up when she would come back into the room, or when you finally saw her after all day. You talked about her constantly. When I called to ask how you were, you'd say 'I'm great. Oh, and Beca did this'. Chloe you loved her. And i know this is hard to hear right now, and I honestly don't know why I'm telling you this now, but you really loved the little hobbit. And I have no idea why."

"Bree, I-."

"You touched her nonstop, you texted her all day long, more than me, I might add." Aubrey scoffed but Chloe could tell it was fake. "Chloe, this girl broke your heart, and left, and you still check up on her, and talk about her, and have your lock screen set as a picture of you and her. You still text Amy how she's doing, you still send Beca messages on Instagram, even though she doesn't see them. You still get jealous over tabloids that say she's dating other people." Chloe was listening to all of this as she made her way upstairs to her apartment, stopping in front of her door and slumping down against it. She didn't know why Aubrey was telling her this but it was making her sad as hell. The tears in her eyes finally spilled over and she brought her knees up to her chest. "Chloe, you loved her. More than a friend. More than a roommate. More than a Bella. You loved her." Chloe had cried for weeks after Beca left, and Aubrey was making all those feelings come back up.

"Chloe. Listen to me. We will get her back. I'll make her pay for how she hurt everyone, especially you, but we will make sure we get her back. I hate to admit this but i miss the little monster." Chloe let out a laugh and wiped her eyes. She stood and dug around in her purse for her keys.

"Why are you telling me all of this now?"

"I have no idea. I just... i hate hearing about how bad you're doing without her. I want you happy, even if it means forgiving her stupid actions." Chloe slumped on the couch.

"...I don't think I love her like that, Bree. I mean all that stuff you said.. I understand. But how do I know that I loved her? I mean she was my best friend, Bree. That's normal for best friends."

"No, Chloe. It's not. You don't talk about me that way, and I've been your best friend for how long?" Chloe thought for a second.

"I don't know, i just don't think i love her like that. I just miss her." Aubrey sighed.

"Whatever you say, Chlo." Aubrey steered the conversation away from Beca and they talked a while longer, before Aubrey said she had to finish some paperwork in order to go to New York in two days. They said goodnight and Chloe showered, putting on her pajamas and sliding into her bed. She wasn't hungry, her appetite completely gone after crying. She turned out the lights and grabbed her phone, opening up Instagram.

Chloe clicked on Beca's profile. It was the last searched one and it was already at the top of the list. She clicked on the most recent picture, the one from the coffe shop a few days ago. Beca was smiling at the camera while Demi kissed her cheek. Beca used to hate pictures. She would turn away or block her face, but now, it seemed like she was used to them.

"Well, yeah, Chloe. She's a crlebrity she has to be used to taking pictures." She sighed to herself and clicked on the next picture. It was Beca standing next to Amy, who looked like she was talking to someone, and Beca was flipping off the camera. The caption was "best manager ever". It made Chloe smile. God, she missed those two. Chloe clicked on the next picture. It was a selfie of Beca and Stephen Colbert. She was so jealous. Stephen Colbert was her absolute favorite talk show host. She sighed again and read the caption, her entire body freezing. How did she not notice this when it was posted? The caption was simple, and most of the comments underneath were questioning it, but she knew exactly what it meant. The caption simply read, "For C".

Chloe looked at the time on her phone and sighed. 1 AM. She had been scrolling through Beca's pictures on Instagram for almost 2 hours now, most of them the DJ and Demi, some just selfies of Beca or covers of albums or singles being released. She was about to call it quits and close her phone when she saw a picture of them. Of Chloe and Beca. It was one of their last pictures together, a sleepy Chloe with Beca's head on her shoulder. They were flying back from the USO tour and Beca had fallen asleep almost immediately. She was too cute so Chloe had to take a picture of it before she fell asleep. She stole Beca's phone and posted it to Instagram. The caption "my favorite person, my favorite redhead, my favorite pillow" with at least 12 hearts. Beca has woken up when they landed to a dozen comments, all from the Bellas, most of them saying "Bechloe"or heart emojis. Beca had smiled softly and saved the picture as her background. The action made Chloe's heart squeeze, even now. She had deleted most pictures of Beca from her Instagram but it seems like Beca didn't delete a single one. She clicked through them, smiling at each one. She noticed the captions were changed on them though, a few words that didn't mean anything. She clicked on the first picture of them that was posted. It just said "Chloe". She clicked on the next picture of them. "I'm". Was Beca really this corny? Did she know Chloe looked through her Instagram?

She clicked on all of the pictures and read the captions, sitting back when she was done. All the captions together wrote out "Chloe I'm so fucking sorry I miss you so much I love you." Her eyes started watering and she reached up and wiped them. Leave it to Beca to do something sweet that no one else would catch unless they went through everything like she did. She scrolled back to the top of the page and click 'Message', the messages she sent beca throughout the past year and a half still there, unread. She took a deep breath and started typing, her tears raining down her face.

After reading through the long message three times, she finally pressed send. She poured her heart out to Beca and told her every feeling she had over the last year and a half. She told her how many times she got angry and sad, confused, and just plain upset. But she still told Beca how much she missed her and wanted to see her again. She threw her phone down on the bed and closed her eyes, willing sleep to come to her.

The next morning she woke up and checked her messages. Nothing from Beca. She sighed and got dressed, ate breakfast and headed off to an uneventful day at work. The office was slow, and she finished paperwork that needed to be done, and went home early. She watched Netflix for the rest of the afternoon, only stopping it to use the restroom and order pizza.

Her phone fingers and she leaned over to grab it off the other side of the couch, seeing it was a notification that Beca was tagged in a photo. She clicked on it and it was a picture of Beca and Demi with some teenager and the caption read "who woulda thought i'd meet two of my idols after they ordered room service? #crazyaf". Beca was still in New York? She thought for sure after she saw Chloe she would have jetted out somewhere else, home to Boston probably. She sighed and opened up the Bellas group chat, sending out a quick message that she was excited to see them and getting up to go shower. She got ready for bed and crawled under the blankets, plugging in her phone and setting her alarms. Sleep didn't come easily but once she fell asleep, she dreamed about Beca.