Greetings my lovely aca-mortals! I have returned, everyone cheer. So yeah guys, this is it. Almost, but that will be explained later. I feel the need to thank you all so much for all the support, the follows, the reviews, favorites, the everything. It's been aca-awesome, and I hope to see you all again soon.
As an importantish side note, I'm writing The Future Holds Many Surprises with the lovely and extremely talented Becky Astin-Camp, and I'd love it if my lovely mortals would read that too and tell me what you think. I'm done begging for reads and reviews now :)
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Red
Loving her is like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street
Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly
Loving her is like trying to change your mind once you're already flying through the free fall
Like the colors in autumn, so bright just before they lose it all
Losing her was blue like I'd never known
Missing her was dark grey all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met
But loving her was red
Loving her was red
Touching her was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you
Memorizing her was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song
Fighting with her was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer
Regretting her was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong
Losing her was blue like I'd never known
Missing her was dark grey all alone
Forgetting her was like trying to know somebody you never met
But loving her was red
Oh, red
Burning red
Remembering her comes in flashbacks and echoes
Tell myself it's time now, gotta let go
But moving on from her is impossible
When I still see it all in my head
In burning red
Burning, it was red
Oh, losing her was blue like I'd never known
Missing her was dark grey all alone
Forgetting her was like trying to know somebody you never met
'Cause loving her was red
Yeah, yeah, red
We're burning red
And that's why she's spinnin' 'round in my head
Comes back to me, burning red
Yeah, yeah
Her love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street
Chloe sat in her room, curled up in a ball. Though she felt as though she should be crying, no tears fell. Her heart was shattered, broken beyond repair by the same words that she had used to break Beca's heart. Funny how that worked. It was only a year ago that their positions had been reversed. Only a year ago that it was Chloe leaving, and Beca grieving. Now that Chloe was in Beca's position though, she regretted leaving even more. It felt as though her heart physically hurt, as though where her heart once was, an empty void now stood. A void where Beca once was, but was now torn away. It hurt like hell too. It hurt so fucking much, Chloe was surprised that she didn't implode, that the void didn't suck her up, and drown her. Still, she did not cry though. She could not cry. She was done crying. She was done with everything.
How long she sat there was unknown to her. Without Beca, everything had lost its meaning to Chloe. Days, hours, minutes, and seconds. They meant nothing to her. Time had lost meaning, and it seemed as though everything was on pause right now. However, this didn't bother Chloe. For all she cared, the Armageddon could come now and kill everyone. Life meant nothing to her now, without Beca. What was even the purpose of life without Beca?
She told herself, told Aubrey, told everyone that she'd be alright if Beca couldn't forgive her. She told them that it would suck, but that she could and would get over it eventually. She thought she was ready for it, thought she could handle it if that was what should come. She thought she was prepared for it. Nothing could have prepared her for this though. Now that Beca rejected her, now that this was a reality, now that Beca didn't want her, Chloe realized that she couldn't do this. Beca was everything, and now Beca was gone. Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.
Closing her eyes, Chloe tried to remember a time when Beca and Chloe were Beca and Chloe. When they were the dynamic duo. The perfect couple. Soul mates. The halves of the same heart. The two that were so in love, that people around them would laugh with them. To her, such a time seemed like a life time ago. Were they ever even together? Was it all just some lovely dream? If it was, Chloe desperately wanted to go back to sleep once more.
What was she suppose to do now? Ever since meeting Beca, the little alt girl at the activities fair, everything Chloe did was about Beca. Even when she left, Chloe was thinking of Beca. But what was she to do now that Beca was no longer an option. Beca said it herself. They were over. The final scene in the epic love story that was their life. Now that the curtain has fallen though, what was she suppose to do?
Life was empty without Beca, and Chloe wished that it could all just end...
Beca paced about her now empty room once more. Warren had left Beca everything, and now Beca had almost nothing but some money in a bank and herself. Yesterday, she'd sold everything she could, furniture, jewelry, books, everything and anything. Whatever was left, Beca had donated or just threw away. Even the house, her father's home, the place she grew up in, wasn't spared. She'd sold it to a couple of guys who flipped houses, for a fraction of what it was worth, but she didn't care. She wanted to be done with this place, to close up this chapter of her life. She wished that she could just box all the pain and emotions that had been bred here, and then leave them all behind. Everything just hurt right now, and Beca was done with it.
However, life didn't work like that, and now running was the only thing left for Beca to do. As Beca stood in what was once her room, she took one last inventory of what she had. It wasn't much either. All that she had left to her name was her luggage, her mixing equipment, and a nicely sized cardboard box full of pictures, souvenirs of trips past, and a random assortment of little things that she found she couldn't bare to let go of.
With a sigh, Beca stopped pacing, and instead stood in front of the box. Crouching down, Beca picked up a picture frame out of the box.
Choking back a sob, Beca gazed at the last family photo the Mitchell family ever had. Both of her parents were alive then, and Beca had been so happy. No one had ever left her yet, and it most certainly showed. Her goofy eleven year old smile, her bright clothing, the slight twinkle in her eyes, all proof that Beca Mitchell was still an innocent child. The harsh truth of reality still had not tainted her soul, had not dulled her spark.
With trembling hands, Beca carefully placed the picture back into the box. With a sigh, Beca sat down and curled up into a ball, placing her head in her hands. However, despite the feeling that she should be crying, despite almost wanting to cry, no tears would come. Idly, Beca wondered if she'd shed all of her tears over the past few days and no longer had anymore to cry.
Outside, a car horn honked, letting Beca know that the cab that was taking Beca to LA was here. Suddenly, a thought struck Beca. She had come to Barden in a cab, and now she was leaving in one. For some reason, she found this to be incredibly hilarious and began to laugh. Perhaps it was because Beca was seriously sleep deprived, or perhaps it was because her emotional sanity was hanging by a thread, but what ever the reason, Beca could not stop laughing. As tears rolled down her face, the cab driver honked one more, bringing Beca back to reality.
Taking a deep breath to calm down, Beca stood up. Gathering all of her things up, Beca walked down the stairs one last time. Once more, the urge to cry struck her. This would be the last time she was in this house. Last time she would walk down these stairs. The last time she would be in Barden.
As Beca opened the door, she handed her stuff to the cabbie to load up. Beca went to follow him to the car, but she felt as though something was holding her in place. It almost felt as though both her parents were there, telling her to not go. Beca shook her head, almost as though doing so would shake away the feeling. Taking a small step out of the house, Beca had the urge to look back one last time.
Behind her, an empty house was all the greeted her. No ghosts of her parents, nothing. Just an empty house. Funny, Beca almost expected to see something, however, this wasn't a movie. This was real life, and in real life, ghosts don't exist. With a sigh, Beca closed the door one last time and walked down the front walk.
"You ready to go miss?" The cabbie asked.
Beca paused. Was she ready to go? Was she really ready to leave everything and everyone she'd ever known? Was she really ready to go start a new life and leave her old one behind? Could she even do it? Barden had been her home, yes, home, not place of residence, not house, but home over the past few years.
After her father left, Beca never really let herself have a home, but rather a house or apartment. She never allowed herself to grow attached to a place, never felt comfortable anywhere, never felt like she belonged. But Barden had become just that. Beca felt comfortable here. She felt as though she had actually belonged here. Was she ready to give this up?
"Miss?" The cabbie asked.
"What?" Beca asked, shaken out of her reverie.
"You ready?" The cabbie repeated.
"Oh right, yeah." Beca said.
Blushing a bit, Beca realized that she'd been standing in front of the cab for some time now. Handing the cab driver the rest of her stuff, Beca stepped into the cab, and once more, she felt an odd pang in her chest. What was happening to her? She should feel excited! She was off to LA to go live her dream, and yet. Yet she felt as though something was wrong, like something was missing.
As the cab drove away, Beca turned placed her head against the window. Through the window, Beca watched as her house became a speck, and then finally disappeared. Turning back around, Beca closed her eyes and pulled up her headphones. Scrolling though her ipod, Beca put it on shuffle, and almost laughed as she heard the first chords of an oh so familiar song begin to play. As she she moved to change the song, she stopped herself. Why not?
Leaning her head back, Beca began to quietly sing along.
I was thinking 'bout her, thinkin 'bout me
Thinking 'bout us, what we gon' be
Open my eyes yeah, it was only just a dream
So I travelled back down that road
Will she come back? No one knows
I realize, yeah, it was only just a dream
Laughing to herself, Beca couldn't help but to think of how true the lyrics were. Chloe was just a dream now. She actually had always just been a dream. Well, Beca's awake now, and Chloe's gone.
"You have a lovely voice" The can driver said.
"Thanks." Beca laughed.
However, her laugh died in her throat all too soon. The brief conversation brought back more painful memories to mind. Biting her lip Beca closed her eyes once more, and willed Barden to go away. She was so done with all of this, was so done feeling like shit, just so done just feeling in general. She just wanted to go to LA and leave it all behind. It was time for her to start a new life, time for her to move on.
Aubrey was angry. No, that wasn't right. She was far more then just angry right now. She was fucking pissed off beyond belief right now. Once again, Beca and Chloe had decided that their asses would make lovely hats, and now, they were ruining what could very well be their last chance at salvaging their relationship.
Storming into Chloe's room, Aubrey slammed the door behind her, in an attempt to get Chloe's attention. However, Chloe was far to deep into her little pity party to even notice Aubrey glowering in front of her. Aubrey cleared her throat loudly, however Chloe made no move to acknowledge her presence.
"For serious Chloe?" Aubrey barked.
Chloe didn't answer, didn't even look up. Instead, she just sat there, curled up into her little ball and slowly rocked back and forth, lost in her own world. Storming over to the blinds, Aubrey opened them up, letting the sunlight stream though. Still no response form Chloe. With a sigh, Aubrey walked over to the bed once more. If this was the game Chloe wanted to play, so be it. With a grunt, Aubrey pushed Chloe off the bed.
"What the hell Aubrey!" Chloe spluttered.
"You need to stop being such an ass hat." Aubrey said.
"Excuse me?" Chloe said, already moving to go back onto the bed.
"Nope." Aubrey said, cutting her off, "You're going to get off of your sad ginger ass and go get Beca back."
"She doesn't want me anymore Aubrey." Chloe growled, "Now just leave me alone!"
"NO!" Aubrey roared, "I will not just leave you alone. You need to do this, and you need to do it before its too late. Chloe, Beca's about to go across the country, and you may never see her again-"
"I KNOW!" Chloe roared back, "Don't you fucking think that I don't know this? I fucking do, alright?! And it fucking kills me-"
"Then go do something about it!" Aubrey yelled back, "She's not gone yet, and you can still get her back. This doesn't have to be-"
"Yes it does!" Chloe shot back, "She doesn't want me anymore, and I should respect that! I fucking hurt her too badly, and now I have to live with that. I'm not-"
"Going to sit here and slip back into a depression!" Aubrey snarled, "I watched you fall apart one time, and I have no intention of doing so again."
"THEN GO!" Chloe cried, tears rushing down her face. "Just leave! I-"
"I WILL NOT LEAVE!" Aubrey roared, "GOD DAMN IT CHLOE! YOUR MY BEST FRIEND! YOU'VE STOOD BY ME AT MY WORST, AND NOW I WILL DO THE SAME! NOW, YOU'RE GOING TO HAUL YOUR ASS DOWN TO THE AIRPORT AND FIX THIS ACA-FUCKING MESS RIGHT NOW!"
For a minute, neither girl spoke. Instead, each girl stood her ground, glaring at the other, daring one to break. As it should come as no surprise, Aubrey was the one who won this silent contest. With a cry, Chloe lurched into Aubrey's arms and sobbed into her arms. Clutching her friends close, Aubrey wished that she could take some of Chloe's pain and just take it away. It broke her heart to see her once vivacious and happy friend now so withdrawn and depressed.
"Shh... Its okay, I got you." Aubrey whispered, tears of her own sliding down her face.
However, this only caused Chloe to cry harder. Little did Aubrey know that right now, Chloe hated that Aubrey was always there for her and so strong right now. Chloe hated the fact that she was so broken, hated that she was so sad. Aubrey's strength only served as a reminder that she didn't deserve a friend like that. This entire fiasco was her fault, and she was dragging Aubrey down with her.
"Y-y-you shouldn't tho-o-ough," Chloe choked out.
"But I do, so deal with it Beale." Aubrey said, trying to lighten the mood.
Pulling away, Chloe looked Aubrey in the eye.
"You shouldn't though." Chloe said, struggling to keep her voice steady, "This is all my fault, and I'm just dragging you down. You should be-"
"Its no one's fault, okay?" Aubrey said firmly, cutting Chloe off, "You can't play the blame game. If you want to do that, blame the bastard that raped you. But this isn't your fault. We don't have time for this now though. Right now, as we speak, Beca's slipping away from you. This could be your last chance to get her back, to be together."
"But-" Chloe began.
"No buts." Aubrey said, "Do you still love Beca?"
"Yes but-" Chloe said.
"No buts!" Aubrey reminded, "Do you still want to be with her?"
"Yeah, but-" Chloe tried again.
"AH!" Aubrey snapped,"No buts, remember?"
"So then what am I suppose to do?" Chloe asked helplessly, "Beca's probably on her way out now."
"Chloe," Aubrey said seriously, "You still love Beca. You said that yourself. I know you want another chance, so now you need to go take it! Go to the airport now, and stop Beca from making the biggest mistake of her adult life."
"But I don't know-" Chloe began.
"I though I said no buts!" Aubrey said, "Now go!
"I don't know if I can though." Chloe said.
"Chloe, you've done far more radical things then go to an airport to tell someone something." Aubrey said, "Like the time you jumped off of a boat to save a dog that fell overboard." Here, both girls laughed at the memory, "Or the time you ran in to oncoming traffic because you were late for a rehearsal."
"You're really hard to argue with Bree." Chloe sighed.
"Well duh!" Aubrey smirked, "I'm a lawyer. I'm suppose to be hard to argue with!"
Both girls laughed at this. When their laughter died down though, Aubrey raised an expectant eyebrow. Chloe looked up, confused.
"Aren't you suppose to be doing something?"Aubrey asked.
"What?" Chloe asked.
"What the in the aca-hell are you waiting for? An invitation?" Aubrey shrieked, "Go woman, go! You have a plane to stop and a girl to get back!"
"Oh, right!" Chloe said, as she rushed to the door, "Thanks Bree!"
However before Aubrey could say anything, Chloe had slammed the door and was already sprinting towards her car. With a tired sigh, Aubrey sat down on the bed. Who knew that saving her friends' relationship would be so fucking hard?
Chloe practically burst out of her car when she pulled up to the airport, not even bothering to find a proper parking place. Sprinting to into the terminal, Chloe looked about wildly to try and catch a glimpse of her girlfriend. Searching through the crowds, Chloe cursed Beca's lack of height. Once upon a time she found it adorable, but now, when she was on a tight time crunch, when every second counted, Chloe found this to be an extreme inconvenience. Why couldn't Beca have bright red hair like her? That would make this so much easier. Now, where the hell was her little Munchkin?
With a grunt, Chloe sprinted over to the information desk. Pushing past everyone in line, Chloe stopped in front of the rather surprised woman sitting behind the desk.
"I need to know... Where the flights to LA are." Chloe panted.
"Excuse me?" The woman asked.
"The flights. To LA," Chloe said, "Where are they?"
"Um over in the B block," the woman said, "Miss?"
Before she had even finished speaking, Chloe was off at a dead sprint tot he B block. She had to find Beca. She had to. She had to stop this, and get Beca back so that they could live happily ever after. Now, if she could just get there, she could do this.
"2:30 Flight to LAX now boarding" The intercom announced.
"SHIT!" Chloe screeched as she broke through the crowd into the B block.
Searching the room for Beca, Chloe desprately searched for her girlfriends diminutive frame and signature look. Running through the room, Chloe's eyes finally found what they were looking for. There, standing in line to board the plane stood Beca.
"Beca..." Chloe whispered.
As Beca stepped up to the inspection point, panic began to well up in Chloe. Beca was leaving. Time was running out. She was too late, she couldn't be too late. She needed Beca to turn around, She needed Beca to see her. A full out scream tore through Chloe's body, as she watched Beca step through the metal detector.
"BECAAAAA!" Chloe screamed, praying that her voice would travel over the noise of the airport.
Her prayers were answered, and Beca turned around, a look of confusion on her beautiful face. As pair of steel blue eyes locked on to desperate cerulean eyes, Chloe rushed forward. However, this was the wrong move. Beca turned back around and then stepped through the terminal...
What up aca-bitches! So how was that? Review and tell me, because if you don't, you'll never see how this ends... Guys, as I said earlier, and will say a number of times more, this is not a double update, but i need you to read the Author Note chapter. It is of the utmost importance, and if you love me, you'll do as I say. I'm done now. On to you guys now!
Bechloehuh: YEEEEEEEEEEES Chaar! :)
cxcxcx386: Yes, Warren really was a caring father. Put yourself in his place, know only what he knew, and then tell me if his actions were justifiable. And just cuz you get someone's blessing doesn't mean that you have to do something. I got my friends blessing to kick the shit out of her brother and I didn't do it. Well, actually I broke his nose, but you get the point. Sorry about the heartbreak this chap though. I can't help myself. Angst is my thing.
chile101: Why would you do that? I'm a lying bastard.
Guest: You're an awful person. What about Baylie! How could you even suggest such a thing!
Msweeny1997: we're not over... Yet. We will be soon, and I'm not sure if beca and Chloe can be bechloe again. We'll see soon enough :)
IC16: Thank you! I know. I'm the fucking best. lol, no, but its still a nice delusion.
Positiveoutcomesonly: Umm... I'm sensing some serious anger on your end. Breathe my friend. Its just a fic. In. Out. In. Out. All better? Beca's an indecisive bitch. Just deal with it.
Guest: I don't actually know. Ask Jesus.
To everyone else: READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE! And guys, I'm less then 300 reads short of 10,000 views. Who wants to be the lucky bastard that gets me over 10,000 mark?