A/N: The next chapter will be up later tonight.
And possibly the last one tomorrow.
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I don't own pitch perfect.
Beca groaned.
For the thousandth time that night.
Why was this so hard?
She tossed quite possibly the hundredth sheet of paper from the tenth pad she had gone through the last few hours, tossed it over her head and into the trash bin behind her, which was right next to Jesse.
It shouldn't be this hard.
"Beca, it's eleven thirty in the evening. You're getting married to my best friends tomorrow. Are you telling me you can't think up of anything to say for your vows when you were the one who proposed in the first place?" Aubrey whined. The blonde sat right next to Jesse on Beca's "temporary" bed as she and Chloe agreed to stay on separate rooms until they get married.
"I was waiting for inspiration to strike." Beca shot back.
It was the truth. Since Chloe suggested that they should right their own vows – and who would Beca kid, Chloe gets what she wants, always – she's been racking her mind for some sort of idea of what to write, what to say.
But nothing.
"No offense Becs, but I'm with the general here." Jesse chimed in. "You've had us locked up in your room for two hours now because inspiration just won't strike."
"The two of you have been through quite a lot. Can't you use that for inspiration?" Aubrey added.
Aubrey was right.
Their love story is the stuff of legends.
Well, maybe not legends.
But it's what people write about.
And, as much as Beca hated to admit it to herself, it would make a great movie someday.
With the girls finally getting the girl.
Now that would have been a nice twist to today's big screen movies.
But as much as Beca wanted to, the words just wouldn't come.
They just didn't seem right.
She knows.
She tried.
It was terrible.
That was why she discarded draft # 757.
"Well I can't exactly start my vow with I realized I love you after breaking up with my boyfriend turned best friend and got hit by a car." she voiced out.
"You know what they say, better late than never?" Jesse offered. A grin forming on his face as a thought popped into his head.
"I swear Swanson, if you use that for your best man speech you're never seeing the light of day again." Aubrey retorted.
Jesse looked at Beca with his puppy dog eyes.
Of course he would.
"I'm with Bree with this Jess." Beca sternly said but as soon as Aubrey checked her phone she shot him a quick wink.
Message received.
And in an unexpected turn of events, Aubrey groaned.
Or maybe that as soon to be expected.
Beca was holding them hostage to help her out since dinner.
"I swear, you two…" Aubrey started trailing off. "Get some rest Beca, and clear your head. I'm sure you'll get this down." she then said as she started making her way to the door.
"Where are you going?" Beca asked.
"Fulfilling my responsibilities. Don't worry about it." Aubrey quickly answered.
As soon as Aubrey left, Jesse started heading for the door.
"You too?"
"Get some rest Becs, Aubrey's right." Jesse provided as an excuse.
"Traitor!" Beca called out as soon as Jesse was out.
But maybe he was right. Aubrey too. Maybe clearing her head would do her some good.
Maybe a quick shower too.
Oh, shower!
She could start…
…no…
…that would be inappropriate.
It would make Chloe smile though.
Beca huffed as soon as her head hit the pillow one quick shower later.
She would be marrying the girl of her dreams tomorrow.
She's marrying Chloe.
And if she was being honest, she wasn't even nervous about it.
Because everything felt natural.
Life flowed naturally with Chloe.
The only bump on the road for her was those stupid vows
And try as much as she could, Beca couldn't understand why the words just won't come.
If it was a song, it would be easier.
If her vows was a song…
…if it was a song…
…because Beca was music, at least that was what Chloe would always tell her.
Beca was music to Chloe.
And Chloe was the lyrics to Beca's music.
Beca got up and found what could possibly be the actual last piece of paper she could find that was wrinkle free and actually clean of any writing.
Because now Beca knew what to write.
She's always known.
She just had to let the words take form.