Greetings Mortals! Your king has returned. Now were are my trumpets! You know, you disappoint me mortals. There were even less reviews for the last chapter then ever before! Does that mean you guys don't like this fic anymore? Because if that's the case, I can just stop writing you know. If this really is a piece of horse shit, just tell me. I won't be upset.
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Warren paced about the hotel room angrily. Just like that, Beca had forgiven Chloe. Just like that! No angry speech, no demands for an explanation. Nothing! Beca just simply decided that she didn't feel like dealing with her emotions, decided that she didn't want to have an uncomfortable conversation, so, instead of being a bog girl, and sucking it the fuck up, she just took the easy route.
"God damn it Beca!" Warren yelled to the empty room.
God damn it indeed. Warren knew exactly what would happen now. Chloe would fucking waltz right back into Beca's life, right back through all of Beca's walls, and then, she'd make her place there once more. She'd make Beca comfortable with her again, get her to trust her, to absolutely love her again. Then, When Beca was finally healed, finally ready to completely move on, Chloe would leave once more. She'd waltz right back out of Beca's life, with no thought of the destruction that she would cause. After all, why should she? She didn't have to deal with a fucking shattered Beca! She didn't have to watch as Beca sat on the front stoop of the house for DAYS on end, waiting for someone who's never come back. She didn't have to watch Beca drink herself into oblivion and then scream and curse the Heavens for tricking her, for breaking her, for letting her be so stupid.
Chloe never had to deal with Beca beg for her mom to come back either. To Warren, that was the worst. To watch as Beca would drunkenly stumble about until she found a picture of her mother. Then, she sit down, and cry to her mother. To beg her mother to just come back, to love her, to bring Chloe with her. Here, Warren chuckled darkly. It would be so much easier for everyone if Chloe had just died, like Beca's mother.
However, Lina would never return. She had died when Beca was 16, and since then, Beca had become even more closed off, even more angry with the world. Lina had been so good with Beca, so close. But then some drunken bastard had killed her, and with Lina's last breath, Beca's last chance at happiness had left this world too. Then Chloe waltzed in, and promised everyone that once more, Beca would genuinely smile, that Beca could and would get to live happily ever after. And like the fools they were, they believed her. They latched themselves onto the false promises of a false prophet, and now they were all paying the price.
"FUCK!" Warren roared.
With a strangled sob, Warren sank down onto the bed. Tears streaming down his face, Warren wept for his daughter. He never was the best father. He could openly admit that. For the better part of Beca's life, he'd ignored her, practically disowned her. However, now, he was trying to atone for his grievous mistake. Trying so desperately to mend bridges that were most likely burned beyond repair. Warren was trying as hard as he could, but it seemed that no matter what he did, no matter what he tried, he would still always fail. For Christ's sake, he couldn't even protect his baby girl from the one danger that everyone saw!
He was every bit the bastard and failure that Beca use to call him. Tears still streaming down his face, Warren laid down. Pulling out his wallet, Warren pulled out the two pictures he always carried with him. Staring at his daughter and wife's faces, Warren only cried harder, large, bitter tears rolling down his face.
"I'm so sorry Lina." Warren sobbed. "I'm so, so sorry."
And he was. He had made too many mistakes in the past to be able to even try and fix the ones in the present. Because of his stupid younger self, Beca would now have to pay the price,
"I'm sorry Beca," Warren sobbed. "Please forgive me."
Finally, after a few hours, Warren's tears stopped falling, gut wrenching sobs quieted down to only the faintest of sniffles. Coughing a bit, Warren sat back up. Putting the pictures back in his wallet, Warren walked out of the hotel room with new resolve. Though he tried, he could not reach his daughter. He had hurt her far to badly in the past, and he understood that. However, there were other ways to go about this. He would protect his baby girl. He would rather die trying, then ever live to see his baby as shattered as she was.
He needed to make his peace with Chloe. Perhaps, if he could make Chloe see the truth of everything, make her understand what she meant to Beca, maybe he could make her stay. it was time to put away his petty past feelings for the girl. If this was what Beca chose, if this was who Beca loved, then God himself could not stand in his way right now. He may not approve, but for Beca's sake, he would try.
Chloe Beale paced about the waiting room. A little over half an hour ago, she had been kicked out of Beca's room so that doctors could run some test on Beca. Which Chloe was fine with. Totally cool wth that. Beca needed to get better, at least physically, and Chloe got that. She didn't mind the doctors doing their thing. BUT DID IT HAVE TO TAKE SO GOD DAMN LONG?
"Chloe, could you please sit down?" Aubrey's called to her, "For heaven's sake, you're making ME feel nervous!"
Quickly taking the seat next to her friend, Chloe slumped into the chair. She really didn't want to make Aubrey nervous. That never ended well. Or cleanly. Plus, she was actually wearing clean clothes today, so yeah. No need for a pukefest today!
"Sorry Bree!" Chloe said. "Its just, its been so long, and I really still need to talk to Beca, and there's still so much left to do. Plus, I have to talk to Warren, and Beca's all chill about it, but I'm not! There's so much-"
"Chloe!" Aubrey barked. "Chill. The. Fuck. Out."
Chloe's mouth hung open, absolutely shocked. Did Aubrey just tell her to chill the fuck out? Aubrey? What? With a small laugh, Aubrey reached over and shut Chloe's mouth for her. Snapping out of her stupor, Chloe slapped Aubrey's hand away.
"Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?" Chloe joked.
"Pardon?" Aubrey asked, clearly amused.
"Well, you absolutely can't be Aubrey." Chloe sighed. "My friend Aubrey never curses, and she also doesn't even know the meaning of the word chill, so who are you, and what have you done with Aubrey Posen? I suggest you bring her back soon though. She'll be pissed if she finds out that you've tried to replace her."
Giggling, Aubrey just reached across and gently slapped Chloe's arm.
"Shut up jerk!" Aubrey laughed. "I do to know the meaning of the word chill."
"Oh I forgot!" Chloe said, slapping a palm to her forehead. "Of course Aubrey knows the meaning of the word. She's read the dictionary like eighty gazillion times before, so she knows the definition of like every word. Soooooory!"
"Jerk!" Aubrey huffed, once more slapping Chloe's arm.
"Ouch woman!" Chloe shrieked, rubbing her arm. "That hurt!"
"Good." Aubrey smirked, "You deserved it."
In stead of answering, Chloe just stuck her tongue out and slumped down further in her seat, obviously pouting. Instead of calling Chloe out on her childish behavior, Aubrey just chuckled, and reopened the book she was reading. For a while, both girls sat in a companionable silence. However, the entrance of one Warren Mitchell broke this.
Aubrey, as usual was the one to first notice his presence. nudging Chloe with her arm to get her attention, Aubrey didn't bother looking up from her book. As Chloe's head whipped up, surprised out of a near sleeping state, she finally noticed Warren striding over to where they sat. Jolting upright, Chloe sat up and once more, found the urge to begin pacing the length of the room once more.
"Aubrey, could you please give Chloe and I a minute." Warren said without preamble.
"Very well." Aubrey said closing her book and standing up. "Chloe, I'll be right outside if you need me. Warren, if you intentionally hurt my best friend, I will personally hunt you down. Same goes for you Chloe. You two need to stop being such petty children and figure your shit out. Warren, remember what I told you."
With that said, Aubrey walked out of the room, leaving two very shocked people behind. Shuffling awkwardly from from side to side, Warren cleared his throat.
"Pardon me." Warren said awkwardly, "Mind if I take a seat?"
Chloe laughed a bit. God, sometimes Beca and Warren were so similar, it wasn't even funny.
"No problem." Chloe said, doing her best to hide her amusement.
Sitting down, Warren just sat there awkwardly, trying to find the words to say to begin the upcoming conversation. Beside him, Chloe was doing the same. Now that her initial amusement had worn off, Chloe too found herself exceedingly nervous. Despite everything, or maybe even because of everything, Chloe still found herself rather uncomfortable around the man.
"Chloe-"
"I need to-"
Chloe and Warren began at the same time. Laughing, albeit uncomfortably and uneasily, both could see that they had something to say.
"You first." Chloe said.
"No, it alright, what did you have to say?" Warren said kindly.
"Nothing really." Chloe shrugged, "I think you should start though."
"Alright..." Warren sighed. "Where do I even begin?"
"At the beginning." Chloe said simply. Seeing Warren's quizzical glance, she quickly elaborated. "Isn't that what they always say? To start at the beginning. Though I'm not entirely sure this whole situation even has a clear beginning."
"No, it doesn't." Warren said sadly. "However, I do need to start somewhere I suppose. I'm just not sure where."
"Then just pick something random and roll with it." Chloe suggested.
Warren cocked an eyebrow at this "What do you mean?"
"I don't- Its just..." Chloe stuttered. Taking a deep breath, Chloe finally continued. "Its just what i use to tell Beca. She was awful at talking about things, so I just told her to you know, just roll with it. Say what she was thinking, and we'd figure it out..."
Trailing off awkwardly, Chloe suddenly found a loose string in her pants very interesting. For a while, neither spoke.
"That's good advice." Warren said quietly, breaking the silence.
Surprised, Chloe's head whipped up, meeting Warren's eyes.
"I guess I'll start with Beca." Warren mused, "You're no fool Chloe, so I'm going to assume that you know just as well as I do that she hasn't just forgiven you. I know she wants to, but Chloe, you hurt her so badly when you left, you have no idea. And before you say anything, I get it. You were scared and were trying to protect Beca. Something terrible happened, and you acted irrationally. Trust me, you're not the only one."
Here, Warren let out a humorless chuckle. Chloe sat quietly next to the man, unsure of what to say.
"You're not the only one to have ever left her either though." Warren sighed, "I think I have the lovely honor of being the first one to have ever left Beca. I'm sure she's told you the story, so I'll skip it. But I think you know just as well as I do how that effected her. She's a fragile girl, despite the badass persona she tries to take. You were the first person in a long time to see through that though Chloe. You also have no idea how much that meant to her. For so long she's been trying to find someone what gets her, that can love her unconditionally, that before you'd come around, she'd nearly lost all hope."
"Mr. Mitchell..." Chloe said softly.
"Please, call me Warren." Warren laughed. "You always use to anyway. Chloe, you never knew Beca before. You don't know about the instant effect you had on my baby girl. You think she was closed off when you first met her? She was actually far worse then that. After her mother died, and Beca was put in my care, we use to go weeks without ever speaking so much as a word to each other. You have no idea how much i regret that now, but that's the truth. Every time I'd try and talk to her, all I'd get was angry sarcastic remarks, or she'd just completely ignore me. She had no friends in high school and she never even talked to anyone."
"Warren, I'm so sorry-" Chloe began.
"Don't be." Warren said simply. "Yes, you made a mistake. yes you broke your promise, but haven't we all? Chloe, I need to apologize to you. This past week, I've been a terrible, awful, beastly hypocrite to you. I have judged you, I have belittled you, and I have condemned you for doing the same as I did once. Chloe, I'm tired of everything, of hating, of judgments, of just everything. I'm done with it all now. Chloe, I want to bury the hatchet as they say now."
"Warren, I can't-" Chloe began.
"Yes, you can." Warren said simply. "You made your mistake, you hurt Beca, but now, You've realized your mistake. You, hopefully trying to make up for this, and now, hopefully, you're going to change."
"I am!" Chloe said. "I will never leave Beca again. I was stupid, impulsive-"
"And human." Warren smiled. "I get it Chloe, and I now offer you my sincerest apologies. I am no better then you. In fact, my abandonment was perhaps far worse then yours. So Chloe, will you accept this old man's apologies?"
"What?" Chloe asked, shocked.
"I'm sorry Chloe." Warren said, "I was wrong to be so mean to you, to judge you for what you did. Looking at things from a different angle, I can definitely see the logic in your reasoning. I think, that if our roles had been reversed, I may have acted in exactly the same manner."
"No." Chloe said, "You wouldn't have. You learned to not leave Beca the hard way. I don't think that you will ever leave Beca again."
"Then I hope that you won't either." Warren sighed. "You've unfortunately learned the same lesson as I, and now, I hope you never forget it.
"I won't." Chloe said firmly. "Thank you Warren, for everything."
"Don't thank me." Warren said simply. "Thank you're friend out there. Thank Beca."
"I will." Chloe laughed a bit.
"However, most importantly, don't just say you'll change Chloe." Warren said. "Show everyone. Show Beca and show me. No matter how much I don't want to, I still have my doubts about you. Please, show me wrong. Show Beca everyday that you love her. She's scared right now Chloe, and you need to prove to her that there is nothing left to fear, alright?"
"Yeah." Chloe smiled, genuinely smiled at this, "So, are we good now?"
"Yeah." Warren laughed, "We're good now."
Beca sat in her room, completely bored. Around her, the doctors kept running a shit ton of tests, talking inn their complicated doctor language. For God's sake, could they just speak English for once? Would it kill them to actually spaek in a language that Beca could understand? like seriously? They were worse then Aubrey!
"Are you guys done yet?" Beca sighed, as the doctors buzzed around her.
"Pardon me miss?" A nurse asked.
"How much longer is this going to take?" Beca asked through gritted teeth.
"Oh, not too much longer, we only have a few more tests, to ensure that you're mental and physical state is stable. We only need to check to see if your auditory and visual functions are still in working order." The nurse said, not looking up from the chart she was reading from.
"What?" Beca asked.
"Almost done sweetie." The nurse said, speaking to Beca as though she was a child.
Beca gritted her teeth and bit down on her tongue to stop herself from lashing out. Fucking doctors. Just because she didn't get their fancy schmancey talk didn't mean that she was fucking stupid! It just meant that she didn't have sixty fucking degrees. She wasn't fucking stupid, she was bored and tired of all these fucking people.
"Fucking great." Beca mumbled.
Forty-five minutes later, though it felt far longer to Beca, the last nurse finally left, leaving Beca alone. With a sigh, Beca let herself relax a bit. However, her relaxation was short lived.
"Hey Beca!" Chloe said, as she practically skipped into the room.
"Hey Chlo." Beca smiled. "wanna take a seat? They got first class accommodations here you know."
"Thanks." Chloe said, as she pulled up a chair. "Oh my gosh, I thought that they'd never be done here! What were they even doing?"
"Running a bunch of fucking stupid tests." Beca sighed. "I swear, they do the same fucking thing everyday only to get the same fucking results. I'm fine now. I spazzed, didn't think right, but we're all good now. Can I leave yet?"
Chloe laughed at Beca's rant. "I wish."
"Hey, do you think you could spring me?" Beca asked, suddenly hopeful.
"No..." Chloe sighed, "As much as I'd want to, you do need the doctor's okay to leave."
"Fine." Beca huffed. "So what are you doing today?"
"This." Chloe shrugged. "I really don't have any plans. I'm going to stay with you until you get discharged, and then, I dunno."
"What about Baylie?" Beca asked.
"What about her?" Chloe asked, surprised.
"What are you going to do with her?" Beca said.
"Oh..." Chloe said. "I'm not sure."
In truth, Chloe had almost completely forgotten about Baylie. With all of the events of the past few days, and then her talk with Warren, Chloe hadn't really spared her daughter that much thought. Other then when when spoke with her mother, Baylie hadn't even crossed her mind.
"Really?" Beca asked. "I thought that you'd be like OCD about her and all, you know? I never thought that you'd be so chill about your kid."
"No." Chloe snapped, annoyed that Beca would say something like that. "I don't."
"Whoa, calm down Chlo," Beca said, "I didn't mean anything by that. I was just saying. You always struck me as the person who loved kids and couldn't wait to have their own..."
"Well I could have waited." Chloe snapped, "I never really planned to have Baylie you know!"
"Right, yeah..." Beca said, "I'm really sorry Chloe..."
"No, its alright. Its not your fault." Chloe sighed, her anger gone. "Its just hard. I'm so not ready to be a parent, and I swear, if it weren't for Bree, I don't think either Baylie or I would be here."
"Yeah..." Beca said softly, "Can you tell me about her?"
"Why are you asking about Aubrey?" Chloe asked confused, "You know Aubrey-"
"Not Aubrey, Baylie!" Beca said, amused.
"Riiiight..." Chloe laughed. "That would make more sense."
"It would, wouldn't it." Beca joked. "I'd like to know more about my future daughter."
Chloe stiffened at this, suddenly on edge once more.
"What do you mean?" Chloe asked, forcing herself to remain calm.
"Well, I still want to be with you." Beca said nervously, "And if all goes well, one day, you'll be Mrs. Mitchell, and Baylie'll be a Mitchell too, and-"
"Who said anything about me being a Mitchell?" Chloe joked, forcing herself to relax, "You'll be a Beale, Mitchell!"
"No way!" Beca smirked, "You'll take my name. I'm the guy in this relationship after all."
"Suuuuuuuure you are..." Chloe smirked.
"I am!" Beca pouted.
"Uh huh." Chloe laughed. "Do you have anything against being a Beale though?"'
"What? NO!" Beca said quickly, "I'd be happy to be a Beale! I just was joking and you know. It was a joke! If you want me to be a Beale, I will happily and proudly be a Beale. I never-"
"Beca." Chloe smirked, "Calm down. I was messing with you"
"Jerk!" Beca huffed.
Once more, Chloe and Beca fell into their usual easy, playful banter. However, in the back of Chloe's mind, something was bugging her. Baylie would be Beca's daughter someday, wouldn't she? For some reason, this bothered Chloe. Before everything, she use to dream about having a big happy family with Beca, but now? Now she wasn't so sure. She should be overjoyed that Beca wanted a family with her, bu for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to be happy. She actually was... scared by the idea. Something about the entire thing made Chloe's heart seize, and made it seem like there wasn't enough air in the room.
Pushing this out of her mind though for the moment, Chloe put up her usual happy front. She laughed whenever she could, joked around with Beca, and was her usual bubbly self. However, even to her, it felt strained. What was happening?
After a few hours, Chloe finally left, though not by choice. Aubrey had literally come in and dragged the ginger out of the room, telling her to go get a shower and get actual food. Now, the blonde sat beside Beca's bed, an unreadable expression on her face.
"What?" Beca finally said.
"Pardon?" Aubrey asked.
"What are you doing here?" Beca asked.
"I could ask you the same." Aubrey said, her tone of voice betraying nothing.
"I'm here because I tried to commit suicide, and the stupid fucking doctors won't let me go." Beca snapped. "Now what do you want Aubrey?"
"What are you playing at Beca?" Aubrey suddenly sad, her tone hostile.
"What do you mean?" Beca asked nervously
"You can't bullshit a bullshitter Beca." Aubrey snapped, "No tell me, what the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"Umm... Laying in a bed?" Beca guessed.
"Beca!" Aubrey growled, "I know just as well as you do, that you're not as okay with everything as you're pretending to be. Now, tell me, what the fuck do you think your doing?"
"I don't know..." Beca sighed.
Beca really should have known that Aubrey would be the one to look into everything more, and see though her lies. She really should have, and now, she was going to have a very uncomfortable conversation. Fucking hell, just fucking great.
"Beca!" Aubrey snapped, "I really don't want to deal with a heartbroken ginger once more, so now tell me, what the fuck are you doing?"
"Excuse me?!" Beca snapped, feeling defensive. "CHLOE was the heartbroken one? In case you forgot, she left me! She did! I didn't leave here! I gave her every fucking opportunity to tell me something. I wrote her letters almost every fucking day. I called until she disconnected the number, and even then I still called. I-"
"Yes, I know what you did." Aubrey growled, "But have you already forgotten why Chloe cut off all communications with you?'
"Yeah..." Beca grumbled, sinking back down into her bed, defeated.
"Excellent." Aubrey said, "Then you should also know that Chloe cried over every fucking letter you sent. She listened to every single voice mail you sent, and would cry herself to sleep listening to your music. She never disconnected her number Beca, I did. Every single time you called, it broke her a little more, She listened to ever single voice mail you left, ever message, over and over again, wishing that you would actually be there."
"Oh..." Beca said.
"Yeah, oh." Aubrey said, though her tone was a bit gentler this time. "So now Beca, do you want to tel me what you're doing?"
"I don't know Aubrey, I really don't," Beca said truthfully.
"Yes, you do." Aubrey said. "You just don't want to tell me."
"I really don't though!" Beca sighed.
"Oh... wow..." Aubrey sighed, shaking her head.
"What?" Beca snapped, "What's with the oh and the head shaking?"
"You're lying to yourself Beca." Aubrey said simply. "You're running from the truth, and until then, you're just going to continue living in this illusion dream world."
"Excuse me?" Beca scoffed, "I'm not lying to myself, or living an illusion dream world are you say."
"But you are," Aubrey said sadly, "And I think you know this too."
"What are you talking about?" Beca growled.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about Beca." Aubrey laughed, "And I'm going to leave now, unless you want to actually talk."
"Oh don't try that reverse psychology shit on me!" Beca growled. "You're the one who wanted to talk Aubrey. now talk!"
"Excuse me?" Aubrey asked, amused.
"Don't bullshit with me right now Aubrey." Beca growled.
"I'm not though." Aubrey said calmly.
"Aubrey," Beca growled dangerously.
"Beca, the only one here that is, as you say, bullshitting is you." Aubrey said seriously.
Beca just sighed, rather then answer. Did she really know what she was doing? No, not really. Did she know what she wanted? No, not at all. Did she even know how she felt about Chloe right now? Oh hell no.
"I really don't know right now Aubrey..." Beca said quietly. "I really don't."
"Then tell me what you do know." Aubrey said, "And then I'll help you with the rest."
"But that's the thing." Beca sighed, "I don't think I know anything right now."
"Alright then." Aubrey said, "Then how do you feel about Chloe?"
"Do we have to start with the hard question?" Beca whined.
"Its the important question, so yes." Aubrey smirked. "Now, spill Mitchell."
"I'm not sure..." Beca sighed. "I think I still love, her. Actually, I don't know if I ever stopped. But I do know I don't feel the same. I use to always feel safe around Chloe. Like nothing could ever go wrong as long as she and I were together. Now though... I just don't feel it anymore Aubrey. I feel on edge around her. i don't feel safe, and I worry that she's going to leave again."
"Do you still love her?" Aubrey asked quietly.
"I don't know." Beca sighed. "I really don't."
Warren paced about in the hotel room. Though he had tried to make his peace with Chloe, something was still bothering him. Rubbing his left shoulder, Warren sat down on the bed and took out his ex-wife's picture.
"Lina, Lina, Lina..." Warren sighed, "What am I going to do?"
Laying down, Warren felt a twinge of discomfort from his left side. For the past few hours, he'd felt off, and now this? it really was a pain in the ass. Rolling over onto his right side, Warren winced a bit. Damn, it really hurt. Suddenly, it felt as though someone had stabbed him. Sharp pain shot through his entire body, as he felt himself begin to convulse. Fumbling for his phone, Warren tried to call for help.
As another wave of pain ripped through him, Warren dropped his phone. As the pain intensified, Warren could feel himself sipping away. Black dots began to encroach on his vision, and it felt as though the world was spinning.
"AAAHHH!" Warren yelled, in pain.
It was too much. It hurt, he couldn't breath, he couldn't breath! The whole room was spinning, but he wasn't moving. Was he moving? AH! The pain. What was happening? He couldn't move, couldn't think. It was too much it hurt! He convulsed and screamed.
Then suddenly, all was still. Absolutely still.
MWAHAHAHAHA! What did I do noooow? CLIFFHANGER! What? I can't help it. It's my thing guys! So how was that? Was it everything you though it would be and moooooore? Altight, I'm done now. Onto you guys!
cxcxcx386: Yes, yes it was. I really hate fics where people always just poof, work everything out. That really doesn't happen, and if Beca was a real person, don't you think she'd try and avoid shit at all costs? And I try too keep my dear readers hooked. What's the point in reading a boring fic? As far as Bree's cutting goes, I totes see her as being ridiculously meticulous about the whole thing. And yeah, Aubrey's got issues, just like the rest of them. This fic isn't centered around one person, or ever Beca and Chloe. Its centered around an idea. And yes. Some one has to die. Preferable everyone, but i dunno. WARREN DIED! Or did he? :)
And I don't think readers can see the view count. Right now its at almost 8,100.
Hakuna-fucking-matata: So did i bring it, or did I bring it? And I'm not even done yet. MWAHAHAHAHA. Hate me if you wish, but it ain't gonna do shit. If you wanna fuck though, why didn't you just tell me? Where and when my dearie. ;)
mysterypeep7: lol, I get it. As is human nature though, we all tend to focus on our own pain, our own problems rather then the pain of others. I'm glad you love this fic though :)
IC16: Happy endings suck. They're not realistic, and they bore me. Have a virtual tissue though. You'll need it for the next couple of chapters.
Msweeny1997: oops. I think I may have killed Warren. HA NOW YOU FEEL BAD! YOU KILLED HIM! Tsk, tsk, tsk. I wonder how Beca's going to take this... MWAHAHAHAHA. And just wait my friend. Everything will come together. I promise.
To everyone else: I asked for more reviews, not less! Meanies. I see you reading! Please, just three words. Tell me if you like it or not! I'm a teenage girl. Insecurities are my best friend. I need constant reassurance that I can actually write, and that I'm not being a disillusion bitch. I'm done now. Just please, review :)