Hello again! Here it is, the last chapter from Beca's POV. I can't believe the story is almost over. There will be an update on Thursday and then this story will be complete! Do you all think I should do a sequel/prequel set in this world? If so, give me some ideas! Also, if anyone wants to 'adopt' this world to make more stories off of it, just PM me! I'm not super confident in my writing (Dyslexia being a key part of it) and I just posted this because I was tired of being one of those random people on FanFiction that reads and reviews and does nothing else. So, If anyone wants to partner up and make another story based off of this one, be my guest! Thanks to all the follows and favorites! Also, thanks to bechloe-is-titanium and Meg Rules for the reviews! Well, here it is! The second to last chapter (and possibly the longest)! I hope you enjoy it and I will see you one last time on Thursday!

Chapter 21-Beca POV

I basically pour out everything that happened that terrible year of my life. I'm surprised how easily it came, I can usually never talk about what happened without going mute again. I look back to the folder and turn the page. Turns out the rest of the book is mostly of the car accident. There is a picture of me in the hospital bed, an X-ray of my leg than looks more like a black and white broken up jigsaw puzzle, and few pictures of me at therapy.

"I don't know why my mom has these. It was a bad time in both of our lives, why would my mom want to remember it? I mean, I'm forced to remember it every time I put on my orthosis or whenever I walk. Why would she want to remember it?"

Chloe just tilts her head at me, looking at a picture of me in my chair and a friend I made at therapy playing around on an obstacle course we made to pull our chairs through.

"Maybe she wants to remember it to see how far you've come and how great each new day is." By the end of the sentence she's looking at me with a smile.

I hate to admit it, but she's right. I have come a long way. I look over to her, and give her a hug. We pull away and she starts to smile.

"What are you grinning about?" I ask her.

"I was just thinking about that time we played soccer in youth group, and how you wouldn't play. I made you come to the side with me and kick a ball. You totally showed me up that day, you know?"

I laugh at the memory. "Yeah, I didn't think I was doing that well to be honest. I was just standing there kicking it, and with my left foot. I'm not left foot dominant, you know?"

Chloe's mouth drops, "But you're left handed! How are you not left foot dominant and you still beat me that bad?"

I smirk and say "I never said I was right foot dominant. I was before the accident, but I'm obviously left now."

She playfully smacks my arm and says "I always thought you had an athletic build. But I never thought someone like you could beat me that bad!"

I kind of look at her like 'Seriously? You pulled the cripple card?' and her eyes go wide.

"Beca! I did NOT mean it like that?" This is too good!

"So what did you mean by that?" I ask.

She starts to stutter and I start to laugh. "What?!" She exclaims.

"I'm just kidding!" I tell her. "I'm not that harsh about it, especially towards you."

She relaxes and shoves me away from her. "Rebecca Mitchell! Don't play with me like that!"

"Hey! Don't Rebecca me!"

We flip through a few more pictures and then the last picture is of us.

We both smile and I say "At least there's a happy ending to every story."

Chloe's smile gets bigger, and then she starts to joke. "Hey! Who knew Beca was a softie?!"

I shove her and close the folder, with the picture still in my hand.

I sigh and rub my hand through my hair. "I wonder if we will ever be like that again…"

Chloe's face grows grim, and she says "Well, what do you think just happened? I mean, yeah, we know some pretty unnerving stuff about each other now, but that just means we know more about each other. No big deal. I know you were nervous that I would treat you differently, but I promise I will still joke around with you and I won't take it easy on you, trust me! You are still a lot tougher than me and can beat me in anything with that orthosis on or off, but maybe not running."

I laugh at that one, and see the twinkle of an idea in Chloe's eye.

"Now don't go that low on me. Sure you may have some new jokes, but don't mess around with my pride, okay buddy?" I say as sternly as I can to her without laughing.

She starts to laugh and I break, so we burst into a laughing fit. Once the laughing dies down, Chloe starts to say something, but closes her mouth again.

"What was it? It's okay, whatever you have to say, I've basically laid it all out on the table by now, so shoot."

Chloe opens her mouth again, and this time the question comes out. "What happened the other night? You know, with the storm?" Whoop, there it is.

"What do you mean what happened? You were there."

Chloe nods and says "I know, but why didn't you come with me?"

I remember our little conversation last night after If You Really Knew Me and say "You figured it out already, I couldn't walk because I didn't have my orthosis on."

"Yeah, I know. But why wouldn't you just put it on in front of me?" She asks. I consider lying, but I've told the truth all day today. It's gone well so far, why not give it a shot?

"I didn't want you to find out that way."

Chloe looks confused and asks "What do you mean?"

I look at her and repeat myself, "I didn't want you to find out that way. If I were going to tell you before our exercise, I didn't want you to find out when you were angry and in a panic." She nods.

"Why didn't you just tell me earlier? Like when we first met or sometime after that?"

I look at her with a stern face and say "Same as you... I was ashamed of the past and I didn't want you to think I was weird and run away from me. I wanted to start fresh somewhere where people didn't know about me or the accident."

Chloe hesitates when she says "I'm not going to say I wouldn't have thought you were weird or stopped being friends with you, because back then I was a different person too, but I was also coming from a bad past and I was vulnerable, just like you, and I know you didn't know that but I hope that I would have accepted you for who you were and who you are now. I hope I would have still been your best friend in a different reality where things were different, whether the accident and my abuse didn't happen or whether we both told each other our secrets, and I hope that we can continue to be friends for a long time."

This monologue almost brings me to tears and all I can think to do is hug her. I pull her into the biggest embrace I have ever given, and get back the biggest embrace I have ever received.

Later that night, Chloe stays over for dinner and we watch a movie. After that, I pull out the trundle bed underneath my bed and set it up for Chloe. We get ready for bed in the same room, since we don't have to hide anything anymore, and then sit down to talk some more. This awful sense of Déjà Vu hits me and I remember the night when our secrets were almost revealed to each other. We get out the Jenga game again and start to set it up.

"You know, right now I feel like Professor X and Magneto. You know, when they sit and play chess and just talk about things?" Chloe says.

I'm sort of surprised at Chloe's geek moment. I knew she liked movies, but X-Men doesn't seem like her type.

"First off," I reply, "You've seen X-Men?!" She nods hesitantly. "Second off, I bet you can't even play chess. And third off, why? Because I'm like Professor X and can't walk and you have some kind of past where you have been abused? Not necessarily by Nazis like Magneto and I can actually walk unlike Professor X, but I had to make the reference."

She just chuckles to herself, then something hits me. "Wait, since when has Chloe been a geek?"

She freezes, still holding the block she just pulled out of the tower. The look on her face says it all.

"OH MY GOODNESS! You're a GEEK?!" She looks to the ground and nods. "So I bet you can play chess. Wait, how long have you been a geek?"

Chloe looks up to me with this look of fear in her eyes and says "I've always been a geek. I get straight A's, I love the Star Wars and Star Trek franchises. By the way, they are SO not the same thing. And I actually did place 2nd in a regional youth chess competition." I am in awe.

"How come I never knew this?"

She shakes her head and says "Well, I wanted to start over when I got here, so I just kind of made a new personality for myself." I am just blown away.

"I wish I had known this sooner! There are all kinds of stuff I could have talked to you about that I never talked to you about because I thought there was no way you would have either heard of it or found it entertaining!"

Chloe smirks and says "Sorry, we can have a geek questionnaire later, let just finish this Jegna game!"

We keep talking about random things, and the tension between us slowly disappears. Chloe somehow gets on the topic of music, and she spits out the question "Since when have you been able to sing? I have never heard you sing before this morning!"

I try to think back and I shrug "I don't know. I think it might have started when I was stuck in the hospital. Music really helped me through everything and I guess I just started to sing then."

She nods and then her hand slips so the tower falls.

"Hah! I win!"

Just then I hear a beep from the computer. Chloe jumps up and says "Maybe it's your old friend!"

She brings over the computer and sits down. We pull up the IM and it is her.

ALLYSON: Hey Beca! It's been a while! Of course I remember you, I think about you all the time! I miss you. Where did you go?' Chloe shoves me and says "See?! I told you that they would remember you!

I decide type back a reply

BECA: I miss you too. Sorry I haven't really kept in touch. I moved because of my dad's job. He had to pay off some medical bills and moving here gave him a promotion. How's the team?

It only takes about a minute for her to reply back.

ALLYSON: Oh that makes sense. I've been doing pretty well, thanks for asking. The team is doing well too! We won state last year, but it wasn't the same without you, I know that much. It's okay for not keeping in touch, I understand. How is your leg by the way? Are you playing soccer again?

My face must harden, because Chloe asks "Hey, are you okay? That was pretty open and out there."

I give a small smile and say "Yeah, that's just Allyson, she is out there like you." Chloe smirks and I continue typing.

BECA: I bet y'all were better without me. :) And I've been doing a lot better actually. I can walk on my own without the crutches now, but I can't get rid of the orthosis, so no soccer for me :(

ALLYSON: That's fantastic! That stinks about soccer though. You were so good! You definitely had a bright future ahead of you. :)

This is when I get hesitant and Chloe says "Why don't you end it here, I think that would be for the best."

I nod, trying not to let my emotions get the better of me, and type.

BECA: Thanks, but I can't change the past. Hey, I have to go, but we should totally video chat sometime. You have to meet my friend Chloe, she is almost exactly like you. Well, I hope to talk to you later! See ya.-B

I then shut my laptop and Chloe and I sit in silence. Chloe leans over and grabs the folder again, skimming some of the last pictures we looked at. She has a picture of me in physical therapy, and I barely make out what she says next.

"Can I see it?"