Hey Everyone! Back with another update! Sorry it has been so long, I've kind of been hitting a wall when it comes to having the motivation to write. I've made new music though so that's something, right? Anyway, like always feel free to review if there are any of you still reading! I really appreciate the feedback.

It had been A LOT of work getting Chloe into the car let alone into the apartment building. By the time Beca had dragged the redhead in through the front door of the apartment building she already had sweat beads forming on her forehead, how could one girl drink so much?

"We should take the stairs." Chloe mumbled out as she attempted to stand on her own, but failing miserably.

"Chloe, don't be ridiculous…" She started glancing over to catch Chloe's eyes widening in surprise.

"Me? Me, not be ridiculous?!" She practically shouted as Beca reached to pull her towards the elevator.

"Yes, you can barely stand." She stated, her patience was wearing out fast as she pushed the up button to summon the elevator.

"I can stand just fine, Beca. You know what is ridiculous though?"

"What?" She offered.

"You bringing me to a bar where your ex works at!" She yelled as they entered the elevator.

Beca contemplated sneaking out the elevator doors as she watched them start to close. She'd take the stairs over this conversation any day with a sober Chloe and Chloe was far from sober. Holding her tongue she reached forward and pushed the top floor button hoping it'd make the elevator move faster.

"She's not really an ex." She offered, it wasn't necessarily a lie. Roxy and her had never actually dated.

"Oh that's what you have to say? She was practically undressing you with her eyes, Beca!" She could tell Chloe was getting way to emotional and her patience had been left behind in the lobby where this stupid conversation had started.

"What do you want me to say, Chloe?" Beca snapped. "I can't help that people sometimes want me! At least they have the guts to f***ing show it!" She immediately regretted the words as they left her mouth.

"Oh, you are one to talk! I've been waiting around for you since your freshman year! And now your head is so far up your a** that it would take a group of surgeons to remove it!" The ginger yelled causing Beca to flinch at her last words the moment they left her mouth.

"Well, I guess I finally know where we stand." She muttered as the doors opened up to reveal the cleanly lite hallway to her apartment door. Stepping forward she felt the sting of tears begging to escape from behind her eyes, god can they please f**k off! Pulling at the keys in her pocket she tried to free them from the coat, but they caught on the end of the fabric and fell to the carpeted floor just beneath the door knob.

"Beca…" Chloe whispered softly as she reached down and picked up the apartment keys.

"Just don't."

Grabbing the keys she forcefully opened the apartment door and threw them on the kitchen counter, Chloe lingered behind her somewhere near the doorway. Walking purposely towards the bedroom she opened the closet and grabbed the spare linings and a pair of shorts with a tee shirt to sleep in. Reentering the living room she avoided looking towards the kitchen where Chloe was standing. She knew she should say something, anything, but she couldn't. She couldn't risk crying, not now, not ever. She made up the couch the best she could through clouded eyes. Gosh, she never wanted to become full of herself, especially not to Chloe.

"I can just go stay with Bree and Jesse." Chloe muttered from the kitchen.

"No, it's fine. I'll sleep on the couch and you can have the bedroom. Besides they are long asleep."

"Beca…"

"I'm tired, Chloe." She said cutting her off.

"Oh, okay. Goodnight."

Sitting down on the couch she listened as Chloe slowly walked across the tiled living room as if giving her extra time to change her mind and say something, but she didn't. She couldn't. She didn't know what to say. So Chloe just kept walking and closed the bedroom door behind her.

Hours later Beca continued to toss and turn. She had threw on movie after movie to try and distract herself from their argument, but her head kept wondering back. How had she let herself go so far? Why did she take her to the stupid bar? How could she be so stupid to think maybe she had a shot this time? The memories of just hours before were stuck on repeat in her head.

"I've been waiting around for you since your freshman year! And now your head is so far up your a** that it would take a group of surgeons to remove it!"

At the last words she allowed the sting to overtake her eyes and let the tears pour over. God, how could she let herself become the person she always loathed?

It all felt so wrong; her clothes, the sheets, Beca's bed. It all was so wrong. She didn't want to think about the reason why, but deep down she knew. She knew it was because Beca wasn't next to her. She had acted irrationally and let the damn hot bartender get under her skin, then she took it out on Beca. She knew Beca didn't take her there to flaunt her success or her ex, she just wanted to show Chloe a piece of her NYC and she had gone and messed it all up. She didn't think Beca was full of herself, she actually thought the opposite. That's why she was falling harder and harder for the alt girl every minute of everyday. Only Beca could become a huge famous music producer and not think anything of it. She was one of the humblest people Chloe knew. This is why she stopped drinking, she let her emotions get the best of her. Rolling over onto her side she listened to Beca's sobs, but she couldn't bring herself to go to her. She was the reason for them, for Beca's pain.

God, can I just fall asleep already?

In the morning she'd wake up extra early and switch back into her clothes. She already messaged Aubrey and knew that either her or Jesse would swing by early to pick her up. She'd sneak out before Beca woke and then head back to Maryland. It was where she belonged anyway.

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