Hiya People.
Thanks so much for following this story. Sorry I have not updated in a while.
I changed the way a write as it had been suggested to me by some followeres ;)
and I realize that the timeline including the Ocars does not fit. I'm awear they are usually in feburary ;)
I hope you like it!
Beca's POV
THREE WEEKS LATER
Beca was staying at Brittany's house. They now were a couple. Everybody knew. The media had meant pictures of them when they went on dates. Beca didn't mind. She was with the love of her life.
One day she was out and about when a guy around her age approached her.
"Beca Mitchell." He said. It was more of statement then a question.
"Yes?" She answered thinking he was just gonna ask her an autograph or so.
"She's just using you." He said.
"Excuse me?!" Beca exclaimed.
"Brittany. She's just using you to get attention. I know. I'm her ex."
He said looking Beca straight in the eye.
"Sorry. But what Brittany and I do is none of your business. I'm sorry, if your upset that she's know with me but this bullshit." She said coldly.
"Maybe this will convince you." He pulled out his phone and fiddled around with it.
He held it up when a familiar voice came from the speaker. Brittany.
"I'm only using her to get attention and I don't have any feelings what so ever." Beca heart broke in a million pieces.
"You doctored that. You sure a are a sore looser." She said angrily and walked off. Brittany's voice ringing in her ears. She couldn't believe it. Not after all the time they had spent together. They hadn't slept together yet. Both of them were nervous about the subject sex. But it was ok. They both needed to be ready. Sometimes she wondered how she was so lucky that Brittany loved or was into her. She could have anyone she wanted. And she wanted Beca. This just proved it.
When Beca got home, Brittany was already there. Beca entered slowly taking of her jacket and shoes.
"Where were you, babe? I brought food." Brittany said walking over to Beca. She kissed Beca on the lips and hugged Beca.
"Went for a walk. Thanks for getting food." Beca said smiling bravely the sound of Brittany's voice saying those awful words ringer in her ears.
They settled on the couch, eating their food. After they had finished Brittany wanted to watch a movie. Beca hated movies but she loved cuddling with Brittany. Today it felt weird thought.
As they got comfy on the couch (Beca cuddling to Brittany's side, her head on Brittany's shoulder. Brittany's right arm was around Beca's shoulder and the other one intertwined with Beca's fingers). It did feel weird. The movie started, with her right hand Brittany started to play with Beca's hair. Beca loved when she did that. But today she still couldn't shake the feeling and the words from this mysterious ex of Brittany. When the movie was over (Beca hadn't watched any of it, her mind was so far away) Brittany kissed the top of Beca's head pulling her closer.
"You are so beautiful." She said quietly.
That was It, Beca just couldn't deal with it anymore.
"Brit?" She said.
"Hmm?" She hummed still playing with Beca's hair.
Beca sat up to look her in the eye.
"I love you" Beca said and she meant it. She also wanted to see Brittany's reaction.
Brittany was silent, looking at her. She didn't say anything. She had stopped playing with Beca's hair.
"Brit? Did you hear me. I love you" Beca said again. Brittany's eyes darted around the room but she didn't say anything.
"I guess he was right. And so was I" Beca thought. Her heart broke into thousand pieces. She couldn't believe it. She got up from the couch. She couldn't be anywhere near Brittany. Brittany's eyes followed her. Beca went to their bedroom, packed a few clothes and her DJ equipment. She also grabbed her laptop. She went back downstairs. Brittany was still on the couch. Beca was fighting tears. She left Brittany's house, called herself a cab. She didn't care if Brittany had or hadn't noticed she packed a bag and was planing to leave the country. She had to hold it together und till she was away from the house. It hurt so much. Her breathing hurt in her chest. The cab arrived and she ordered him to take her to the airport. She had to leave this country, she just had to leave. Knowing and not caring that this was total unfair not even letting Brittany explain herself- if there was anything she could say. She didn't want to hear it.
When Beca sat in the cab she started crying, really crying.
"Anything I can do for you, miss?" The cab driver said.
Beca shook her head still crying.
When they got to LAX she bought a ticket for the next flight to London. It was expensive but she didn't care. She just had to get out of the states. She texted Amy she was coming and needed her to pick her up from the airport.
The flight was terrible, she just sat there in the first class crying into her blanket and feeling like she could never ever be happy again.
Finally when the plane landed and she mosied of the plane and went outside she saw fat Amy standing there in her pyjamas.
"Hey there champ." She said quietly. "Let's get you out of here. Your staying at mine tonight." Pulling Beca towards her car. Beca mumbled something that sounded to like 'thanks' . The 20 minute drive was silent. She didn't even bother to switch on her phone. She didn't want anyone's bullshit at the moment. She didn't care. She was heart broken.
When they got to Amy's place, Amy lead Beca into the guest room.
"There you go. I'll get something to drink and food." Amy said .
Beca just dropped herself on the bed, not even bothering to get out of her clothes.
Amy came back.
"Munchkin, take a shower and change your clothes. It'll do you good." She said kindly pulling Beca up.
"I don't want to." Beca said thickly.
"Twig bitch, get in the shower now!" Amy said strictly.
Beca shovelled to the shower, took of the clothes she was wearing and got in the shower.
Amy was right, she did feel a bit better, well at least cleaner.
When she was finally finished, she walked into the living room. Food was already there. It must have come when she arrived.
Beca didn't feel remotely hungry. She sat on the couch and Amy sat next to her. Beca slumped against Amy's shoulder and started to cry. She cried and cried and cried. Amy stroking her back and saying "shhh".
"Yeah, sorry I can't. Dude. Family emergency. Work from home." Beca heard Amy say.
Beca didn't have any sense of time. She didn't know if 1 minute, 1 hour or 1 day had passed. She just cried all the time. She had lost the love of her life. She was so hurt. She sat there crying against Amy shoulder. She didnt even notice fainting into sleep. When she woke up, she found herself in Amy's guest bedroom. She couldn't remember getting there. She was wearing a tank top and sweats.
She got up and walked to the kitchen. She heard a rumble of voice. When she entered she saw fat Amy and her dad sitting in it. They looked up at her. Amy jumped up and pulled her in a hug.
"What's shaking?" Beca asked weakly.
"How are you doing?" Her dad asked softly.
"The love of my life pretended to love me and used me. How do you think I'm doing?" Beca shot at him angrily. There was a pause where Beca realised that she was out of order.
"Sorry dad. That was harsh. I'm just so sad." She said and hung her head. Her dad walked over and hugged her. He hugged her like he hadn't hugged her in a long time. She felt a tinsy bit better. After her dad had left, she sat down on the couch again. She missed Brittany so much.
Brittany POV
"I love you. Did you hear what I said? I love you" Beca's voice repeated in Brittany's head. She did love Beca but she was afraid to say it. All her relationships had gone down the drain after she said the 3 simple words that meant so much to here. She realised Beca had left her. Left the country. Press had got wind of it. The taxi driver said that she drove crying to LAX. There were also Pictures. It broke Brittany's heart to see Beca's face in pain. This was a week ago. Brittany had tried to call her but it went straight to voicemail. It was not like Brittany had a clue what she was going to say. She didn't have a clue as to how she would make it up to Beca. She was sad and it showed.
She was a wreck. She went to set, did her bit but she didn't enjoy it at all, she just wanted to lie in her bed and cry.
8 days after Beca had left and last day of shooting this movie Jesse approached Brittany.
"Hey, since the DJ is out the way. You wanna go on that date with me?" He said slightly sneering.
"No." Brittany answered coldly.
"Come on. You can't still be upset about this chick who left the country after just a tiny thing getting in the way. Go out with me."
"Tiny thing getting in the way?!" Beca shouted. "WHAT did you do?"
Jesse just smirked and pulled out his phone.
Brittany recognised her own voice.
"I'm only using her to get attention and I don't have any feelings what so ever"
"Jesus mother fucker." Brittany mumbled. Then she lifted her hand and smacked Jesse very hard around the face. "Fuck you" she shouted.
"Thank god i don't have to work with you son of a bitch anymore."
She pulled out her phone and typed a message to her best friend Aubrey.
"Covert mission: BeBritt"
Aubrey: Be who and the what now?
Brittany: BeBritt = Beca and Brittany as a couple.
Aubrey: meeting is at my house. Bring energy drinks- this is gonna be a tough one.
Brittany: see you there.
Brittany made her way to Aubrey's house.
After hours of throwing round ideas they started going around in circles. It wasn't as easy as the first time.
"Let's call it a night. Your crashing here." Aubrey said standing up and stretching.
Brittany slept baldly like she always did. She thought of Beca and how Jesse had pushed her away. She was so angry with him. She didn't have the slightest idea how to set it right. She spent two nice weeks at Aubrey's place which was refreshing. She spent the time Aubrey was working in the pool,reading books, doing gardening. They worked on trying to get Beca back somehow since now they new the truth.
One night a ringing of her phone seemed to pull her out of her sleep she didn't realise she'd fallen into.
"Hello?" Brittany mumbled
"Brittany fucking Snow" her manager Benji shouted into the phone. She groaned and held the phone away from her ear.
"Why are you shouting?" She snapped.
"You just got nominated to a Oscar." He shouted just as load.
"Wow, that's great." She said not really caring.
"Did you hear what I said? You got nominated for a fucking Oscar." Benji repeated.
"Yes I heard you. Im sleeping and Hanging up now." She said flatly.
"But Britt" Benji started but Brittany just hung up on him. She just couldn't feel excited about the nomination right now.
Next morning she found Aubrey sitting in the kitchen in her work suit and sipping coffee.
Brittany poured herself a cup and said quietly:
"I got nominated for the Oscar. Thought you should know from me."
"I'm sorry, you what now?" Aubrey asked looking at her.
"I got nominated for the Oscar. Thought you should know from me." Brittany repeated.
"You. Got. Nominated. For. A. Oscar?!" Aubrey said trying to stay calm. "Omg that great" she jumped up and pulled Brittany into a tight hug.
"This is great. Why am I the only one with the woo and the hoo?" Aubrey said pulling away and looking at Brittany with concern.
"No, there is woo and there is hoo, I just can't feel happy for myself without her." Brittany said gaming her head. She wondered what Beca was doing right now. She wondered if Beca would be happy for her. If Beca missed her at all.
Aubrey pulled Brittany into another hug.
"Try to be happy. This is what you've been dreaming about since you were 9" Aubrey whispered in her ear.
"Your right." Beca whispered back.
The next 2 week passed in a haze. Brittany had gotten all the Oscar preparation and interviews sorted and was basically waiting for the day of the oscars to arrive. In those days she still wondered how to get Beca's attention. She knew the brunette didn't watch any TV or movies so the "Oscar buzz" wasn't helping in that department because it wasn't personally involving her. And then it hit her. She was gonna personally involve Beca. She was going to mention her in her acceptance speech. This was such a good idea that Brittany felt the weight being pulled of her shoulders. She now just had to win, a lot of it depended on her win.