Okay so I made my decision, this isn't really going how I thought it would for certain people, but I hope you like the way it ends up. Just because one thing happens in this chapter doesn't mean it's set in stone so don't give up on the story if you don't like what happens! Also, I think there's a murderer in my downstairs so if there's a sudden lack of updating you know why.

Lincoln looked like I felt. Exhausted. Upset. Hurt. Confused.

My stomach twisted at the sight, man, we hadn't even started talking yet and I already felt like crying.

"Is Beca here?" he looked around the apartment searching for the brunette. I shook my head. "Good."

"Why are you so mad?"

"Why am I so mad? Why shouldn't I be? You spend every waking moment working on shit for the Bellas or hanging out with Beca or Stacie or Fat fucking Amy! I haven't spent time with you in almost a month and it's killing me! It's killing me, Amber. I miss the girl that was trying to carry huge boxes all by herself, and the girl that could barely talk to me the first time I met her. I haven't seen her in a long time. Where is she, Amber?"

My breath was caught in my throat, "I...Don't know," I managed to say.

"Do you not understand what this does to me? It's shit! I had the best thing and I was happy, and then it got ripped away from me and I didn't know why. But you're the one that ripped it away from me! You were the best thing in my life, I couldn't wait to get home just so I could be near you, but now we still live right across the hall from each other but you feel like...miles away! Why?" He hadn't moved from the doorway and I was still planted to my spot in the middle of the living room.

"I don't know," I looked down at the floor to avoid looking at him. He quickly closed the gap between us and took hold of my arms.

"Don't say that. You know damn well why. Don't give me that bullshit okay, I deserve more than that." he made me look up at him, into those gray eyes I loved so much but right then I could barely make myself glance at them.

"I know you do! Okay, I don't know what's happening with us-"

"Amber, this isn't about me, it's about you. And you know that."

"I'm sorry! I've just been-"

"Stop it. Stop saying that! I know you're busy, but this is a fucking a cappella group. Get that through your head, you're not curing cancer or making some drastic change to the world, you're singing without any damn instruments!"

"It's true, Lincoln! I'm not lying to you! I'm working on something and if I wasn't doing it I would be with you!" I was pretty sure I wasn't getting my point across. I felt defeat, I felt him slipping away from me, I felt my heart break for the first time.

"I can't...I can't deal with this anymore," he let go of my arms and they fell limp at my sides. "There are 9 other girls that I am positive don't do half as much work as you do. Either you get them to start working or I'm gone." My stomach was churning.

"No, please, Lincoln, please," what was wrong with me, I'm pretty sure anyone else would have picked him right away.

"What? Why is this so hard for you? It's a CD or me."

"Because, I've spent all year trying to get this together and it's finally happening and I'm proud of it! I don't want to have to pick between you and something else that makes me happy."

"What makes you happy makes me feel like shit."

He was right, I'd never stopped to think about how this was effecting him. "I just thought that you'd want me to be happy working on it."

"I did! More than anything I wanted you to be happy! And for the first two weeks it was okay, I thought you know she'll get organized and then things will go back to normal. But that hasn't happened yet!"

"Beca and I are trying!"

"Don't even get me started on Beca." He spat her name out like it was poison in his mouth.

"What's Beca got too do with anything?"

"You tell me. She's the one you're always with!"

"Because she's my best friend!"

"Really? Is that all she is?" It didn't occur to me what he was trying to get at.

"What?" and then it hit me, "Holy shit." I stumbled backwards from him. "You think I like Beca? Beca?" I was confused and being tired didn't help.

"I don't hear you denying it."

"No! I don't like Beca! I mean I love Beca but as my best friend, that's all she is to me, I promise you."

"I wish I could believe you..." he started to walk towards the door.

"Don't go. Don't go. Please," my eyes were filling with tears and blurring my vision. "Stop!" my voice cracked as the first tears spilled over my eyelids. "Lincoln, I don't like her. I love you. I love you." I reached out for his arm and pulled him back. "I love you." I kissed him, it was wet, he was crying too, but as much as I kissed him, he just wasn't kissing me back. Finally he pushed me off and held me at arms length looking at me with his gray eyes that were rimmed with red.

"Stop, please."

"I don't want to stop."

"You've got to," he whispered. "You can't...You can't kiss me and expect everything to go back to how it was."

"It won't I know. I can't think of my life without you...I don't want to even consider it." he reached into his pocket and pulled out something that he placed on the counter.

"I need a break...I need you to think about this," his usual smiling face was grave and tear stained as he made his way to the door. My body wasn't working I just stood there and watched him take my key to his apartment off it's hook and then walk out the door. My chest felt like it was ripping. I looked at the counter where he had put something down. I picked up the extra key I had made for him as my chest ripped open completely.

I'd never been in love before this. I think I'm sort of thankful for that. This feeling of losing everything in my life made me realize exactly what Lincoln was to me. He was home. He was that seam that kept my chest from bursting open. He was the boy that carried my boxes for me and cheered me on at stupid a cappella things. But what was I to him?

I ran across the hall with tears pouring down my face, remembering what I was for him, remembering how he said I could come for a cup of sugar. I pounded on his door, he probably wasn't home, he was smart enough not to stay there that night. I didn't care I stood there and knocked and knocked and knocked. He never came. I slid down the door and sat on his doormat bawling. Being in love sucks.

It was 2:30. I was still awake with my back to the door. Come on, Amber, get up. Stop moping around. Get up. As much as I tried to urge myself to rise I just couldn't do it. I knocked the back of my head against the door. I had long since stopped crying, all that remained were the tacks of salt on my face where the tears had once been. I licked my chapped lips. Get up so you can go get some chapstick. "No." I said out loud.

"No, what?" Beca had finally gotten home and she was looking at me like I was certifiably insane. I didn't answer her, I just stared at our door. "You're gonna have to talk to me...You can't stay out here all night."

"Why? I've been here for like 2 hours already."

"Get up, you're being ridiculous and you look like shit," she unlocked our door and then came back to lift me up. I slumped against her and she struggled to drag me in. "Start using your legs or I'm leaving you out here." I started to walk. She brought me into my room and dumped me on my bed before moving around and putting my copy of Hairspray into the DVD player.

As the disc loaded she kept texting someone with a huge smile on her face. "Is that Jesse?"

Her attention was snapped back to me, "Umm, yes," I wasn't convinced but I really didn't care at the moment.

"Why Hairspray? I didn't think you liked it."

"It's your favorite, and the girl that plays Amber looks like Chloe," she smiled brightly again and came to lay with me. "Talk now."

I told her what happened.

"Wait he broke up with you because he thinks that we're sleeping together?"

'Yes" i sighed, it seemed like after 2 straight hours of crying I didn't have any water left in my eyes.

"That's ridiculous, did you tell him-"

"Yes, I told him."

"And he still left?"

"Obviously, Beca, do you see him fucking standing here?"

"Chloe and Aubrey say they're coming over first thing tomorrow morning."

"Great," I continued to watch the movie, it didn't make me feel that much better, which really is a testament for how upset I was. Hairspray was my go to cheer up movie. The more I watched the more Amber von Tussle started to look like a blonde Chloe. Beca went back to texting with that big smile on her face. "What are you and Jesse talking about?"

"Nothing," She answered me quickly again. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Yeah okay."

I woke up suddenly to the Legend of Miss Baltimore Crabs. A light was flashing in my face and Beca was fast asleep snoring quietly.

I grabbed her phone and unlocked the screen to clear the alerts. That's when the name on the screen caught my eye. I stared at it, over and over and over as it was repeated on all the missed alerts. 17 missed texts.

I went through the rest of Beca's texts, according to her history she hadn't texted Jesse since sometime last week. I went back to yesterday's history, the same name was repeated over and over with a few other people's names interspersed. Why did Beca lie to me about texting Jesse. I was too tired to actually read all the texts so I just locked her phone and threw it in her general direction.

As I went back to sleep I could only think about why Beca had been spending every moment she was awake talking to Chloe.

Well...I hoped you liked it. And if you didn't I'm sorry. Right now I have a pretty clear idea of how I want the story to end so just stick it out with me because I'm a fan of happy endings.

I'm pretty sure my murderer was actually my rabbit but that's still questionable. So if there are no more updates after this then you can make up whatever ending you want in your head (;