A/N: Sorry for the delay yet again. I was going to update last Wednesday but I lost my flash drive so I had to re-write the whole chapter. I seriously feel bad because it seems like I have been neglecting this fic for so long and I have to stop doing that. So I promise to do my best to update faster. I am very much thankful to all of you who are still supporting this fic. And, there's another thing I want to tell you. Wasting All These Tears is going to be finished soon. There're a few more chapters after this and sadly, it's done. So thank you for all of the positive feedback and support. You're all awesome. I love you guys. Seriously.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Perfect.

Beca's POV

"Beca! Wake up!"

"Mmmm . . . don't wanna. It's still early Chlo. AND, it's a Saturday so please let me sleep some more, 'kay?"

"But Becs . . . I really want you to come with me. Please wake up. Please . . ."

"Ugh, fine. Let me just wake myself completely first. You go ahead and take a shower. What time is it?" I tell her as I sit up on bed and wipe the sleep from my eyes.

She's sitting beside me with a big smile and her eyes shining with mirth. I really love waking up beside her in the morning. I'm really glad I asked her to stay over last night. We just enjoyed each other's company as we watched re-runs of old TV shows and talked our ears off before going to sleep.

"A quarter past five."

"What?! Chlo, it's still very early!"

"But Beca, we NEED to be there early."

"Where are we going anyways?"

"it's a surprise. Now, get that pretty ass of yours out of bed and go shower. I'm gonna go make breakfast for the two of us." I can't help but laugh at her comment but I did as she said and stood up from bed.

"Wait, Chlo, what time did you wake up? Has Stacie come home yet?"

"I woke up at four and went to her room to check and I saw her sleeping there. Maybe she got home a little after we slept."

"Oh, okay. That's good to know. And Chlo?"

"Yeah?"

"I want bacon and eggs for breakfast." With that said, I hurried towards the shower.

"Are you really not gonna tell me where we're headed, huh?

"Nope," she answered, making a popping sound at the end, not bothering to look at me and only concentrating on the road ahead of us as she drove. As soon as I finished eating breakfast, Chloe only gave me time to leave a note for Stacie before she dragged me out of the house and into the car.

"Fine. Just wake me up when we get there, okay?"

"Okie dokie."

I shuffled in my seat to find a more comfortable position, and once I did, I put my headphones over my ears and closed my eyes. It didn't take long before I drifted off to sleep.

"Beca? Hon, wake up. We're here."

"H-huh? Chlo?"

"We're here."

"Oh, okay." I sat up and took off my seatbelt and took a look outside. Although it was still very early, the sun was already starting to rise and I can see our surroundings. Chloe took me to the beach.

"Why're we here Chlo?"

"To watch the sunrise."

"But, can't we do that at home?"

"It's better to see it here, I promise. Now, let's go already, shall we?"

We got off the car and Chloe went to the back and opened the compartment where she took out a blanket and a basket. I took the basket to help her out and she led the way to the beach after thanking me.

"What're these for Chlo?" I asked as she spread the blanket on the ground and took a seat, beckoning me to sit with her. I placed the basket at the middle of the blanket and took a seat across her. She opened the basket and took out containers of sandwiches and chocolate-covered strawberries.

"Isn't it obvious? We're having a picnic," she answered with her most beautiful smile. I can't help but smile a well.

So, we ate in a comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company as the sun rose and slowly blanketed the surroundings in an orange glow. It was beautiful. It was perfect. And I don't want to be anywhere else.

Once we were done, we just laid back and enjoyed the sunrise. But, I'd say that I prefer looking at the beauty beside me anytime.

"Beca?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't want this moment to end."

"Me neither Chlo."

"I love you so, so much."

"I love you too Chlo. More than you can imagine."

"Becs?"

"Hmm?"

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

Instead of giving her a verbal response, I just tackled her to the ground and kissed her senseless. This has got to be the best day of my life.

Stacie's POV

The first thing that I noticed when I woke up was that my head hurts. I let put a soft groan as I slowly got up from bed. I can't stop thinking about Aubrey. Damn it. She hurt me and I want to make her work hard if she wants to get me back, but when I saw that broken look on her face when I was with Laura, I just wanted to pull her closer and kiss that pain away. Ugh! I hate my life.

I went to Beca's room to check on her and Chloe but they were not there so I just went to the kitchen to have breakfast. As soon as I entered the room, I saw the bright yellow note on the fridge. I walked over and plucked it to read it.

Stace,

I just went out with Chloe. Dunno when we'll be back, but you can call me if you need anything. Oh, and Chloe's made you breakfast. It's in the microwave. You can heat it if you want. Have a nice day, sis.

Beca

"Well . . . thank you for the breakfast," I say to no one in particular as I put the note on top of the counter. I just walked over to the microwave to get my breakfast: toast, fried eggs and bacon. Hmm . . . no need to re-heat it. I went to the living room to watch some tv while eating.

I'm glad that Beca seems to be happy with Chloe. Atleast one of us is happy. I could see that the redhead seriously loves my best friend so I don't think I have to worry about her hurting Becs. I wish I could just move on, forget about the past and make new happy memories so that I wouldn't feel miserable most of the time. I wish I could tell Aubrey that I still love her so, so much and that I'm willing to take a chance with her again. But, the fear of getting hurt by her again is holding me back. Until I can make sure that she's not going to hurt me, I just can't do anything.

After breakfast, I cleaned up a little and then took a shower because I wanted to go out. I didn't want to stay at the apartment for long because I'd just get lost in my thoughts again and then my head and heart would just end up hurting. So, I decided that a little walk in the park would do me good.

It wasn't that far from the apartment so I was already there in a matter of minutes. I bought a hotdog first (I'm hungry) before sitting at a bench near a little pond where a blonde woman was sitting. She's wearing a white, knee-length sundress and her long blonde hair was swept to the side so that I could see her face. It's too bad that she's wearing thick-rimmed glasses as she read. She looks really familiar.

I looked down to see the book she was reading: Wuthering Heights. Huh, it's Aubrey's favorite book. Wait a minute . . . a very familiar beautiful blonde reading Wuthering Heights at a quiet place . . .

"Aubrey!"

"Hu – Stacie?!"

Due to her surprise, she dropped the book she was holding. We both leaned down to pick it up but we ended up holding each other's hands. I quickly pulled away, my cheeks surely tingeing pink because of embarrassment, though I don't know why I'm embarrassed.

"I'm sorry about that," she said after picking up the book and adjusting her glasses. Wow, she's really pretty, I can't help but stare.

"Stacie?"

"H-huh? Oh, I'm sorry too, for startling you. I just didn't recognize you immediately."

"Oh. Wait, you didn't recognize me?"

"Yeah . . . Uh . . . How should I put this? Your aura's just a little different today. You seem so laid back and relaxed."

"Oh, I see. Well, it's nice and quiet here and it's so realaxing."

"Yeah. That's the same reason I went here, to relax a bit." I looked at the rather old, weathered book she was holding. "You really love that book don't you?"

She looked at the book on her lap and touched it gently. "Yeah. This is the last book my mom gave to me before she died ten years ago." I could see the sadness in her eyes as she recalled the memories of her late mother and I felt bad for making her remember, for making her upset.

"Can you read it for me?" I asked with a small, sincere smile as I looked her in the eye. She wiped at the tears forming in her eyes and she responded with a smile of her own, starting to read. God, she's really beautiful and I really love her. I can't hear a word she's saying because the only thing I can focus on is her, how beautiful she is and how much I love her.

Before I knew it, I was leaning forward and, holding her face in my hands, I crashed my lips against hers and finally, after so long, I finally felt like coming home.