A/N: the song mentioned is the one from the movie, Let Go by David Lichens.

FOR RETURNING READERS: Scenes have been added and dialogue has been changed and extended.

After the day that Beck had, he was dreaming of his bed during the drive home from school. He had let Aubrey drive, not something that he would usually allow to happen without a quick fight ensuing between the two, but his mind had been racing. What was he going to do now that he couldn't play soccer? Besides music, soccer was the only thing that he was good at. It was his passion, and something that he pushed his body to it's maximum doing every single day. That was why he was decently muscular and didn't have much to bind down in regards to his chest. As much cardio training as he had been putting in, he had been blessed with a bosom that could easily be hidden with just a sports bra. He knew that he was lucky in that sense, seeing as he was very short for a guy. He joked that Aubrey had gotten the brains and the height, while he had gotten the athletic and musical talent. Not that he was complaining most of the time, but he did wish to be a bit taller than most of the girls he seemed to crush on. There was no sense in dwelling on that, however, because surprisingly enough he did have a girlfriend. Kommissar, a very tall, blonde, and beautiful girl had been called his since he came out of the closet about being a transgender.

Now, the thing about his and Kommissar's relationship that you have to understand is that at the very beginning of it, they were obsessed with each other. You could hardly see one without the other, and that was the way that they liked it. They had been together only a few months, however, this being their sixth month together, and with that came the reality of something that they both knew, but were afraid to speak out loud to each other. Well, at least Beck was afraid to say it. The two had dated because they were lonely and because they wanted experiences that neither of them had before, and with everyone else shacking up, it seemed like the best option. Now, they just stayed together because it was easier than being apart. Kommissar was crazy attractive, and many people wondered what a girl like her was doing with a boy like him, and he honestly wondered the same thing. His sister was sure that she was with Beck just because their family was a very rich, high class one where Kommissar, while in Junior League, was a needy girl with a bit of a spending problem who enjoyed being spoiled by Beck because that was what she had trained him to do. Aubrey had never liked the girl if she were being honest but knew Beck was too stubborn to listen to her and needed to make the decision for himself.

"Hey, Aubs, can I ask you something?" This was a bit out of the ordinary for Beck, and Aubrey noticed the hesitancy in his voice when he spoke. Aubrey and Beck had never been close until he came out to her, but now the two were inseparable, almost as if they were making up for lost time.

"Of course you can, you know better than having to ask me." She pointed out, and Beck drew in a sharp breath as he nodded.

"Be honest with me, I should break up with Kommissar, shouldn't I?" The last time that they had a conversation much like this one, he had gotten angry with her. He had told her to stop trying to control his life, that he was going to make his own decisions, and he stormed away from her. But, this time he was the one that broached the subject, and he was willing to listen to her. Plus, there was no way that he could just storm out of the car anytime soon.

"Honestly? I can't give you the answer to that question. I can tell you what I see when I see the two of you together, but that is a question you need to answer yourself. I think you may already know the answer if you have to ask me, though." He hated when she avoided just outright saying yes or no, but he knew that she was right. He was going to need to talk to his girlfriend.

Even though there were so many things rushing through his mind, he knew that his mother had a knack for making things worse. This was made clear as he and Aubrey walked through the threshold of the house. There, as per usual, stood their mother, her very refined and classy dress clean, not even a wrinkle, as she greeted her children. "I have a surprise for you!" Beck wasn't quite sure if his mother was addressing himself or his sister, though he was praying this one was for Aubrey.

"And this is why I don't bring friends over," Aubrey whispered to her brother, who in return had to bite down on his bottom lip to stifle a chuckle that threatened to come out. He knew that she was right, but usually, it was Beck that said those kinds of things. Aubrey was changing a lot in the course of one day if you asked him, and it was pretty fun to watch. It was almost as if his uptight sister had decided to let her hair down for once, even though it was in her signature high ponytail as per usual Aubrey Mitchell fashion.

"Mom, not now. Please. Today hasn't been a good day for either of us." Beck's tone was almost begging as he set down his book bag by the entrance of the house, Aubrey copying his movements.

"Don't worry, Beck, for once this has nothing to do with you! This will surely perk your sister up, however!" Honestly, those words were like music to Beck's ears, especially after watching his mother picking up a very, very, very long ball gown that was covered with lace and ruffles. It was god awful, and both the twins knew it, even if their mother didn't seem to. Beck had to yet again hold in his laughter, seeing as he knew that his mother was serious about having Aubrey try on the gown. He watched as Aubrey put on the brightest smile that she could muster, though she threw one last glare at Beck as if to tell him he owed her one for this. Or, perhaps it was one that stated if you tell a single soul about this, you are dead. Either way, it didn't scare Beck as he made his way up the staircase that he had been standing near, He heard his mother call his name, probably to ask him why their days were so bad, but he pretended like he hadn't heard her.

As soon as Beck entered his room, he quietly shut the door behind him and made his way over to his window. He slid it open, noticing how quietly it squealed as he climbed out of it and onto the part of the roof that laid underneath of it. He moved off to the side and laid down, bringing his phone out of his pocket. He unlocked it and hit contacts, his thumb levitating over his girlfriend's name. He wasn't going to break up with her over the phone, of course. He wasn't that bad of a person. However, as soon as he hit the call button, he knew what to say.

He heard a few rings, and what felt like an eternity later, her voicemail picked up his call. "Hey, this is Kommissar. If I didn't pick up, it's probably because I just don't like you and you should never try to contact me again Or, I am ignoring you and the same still applies. Thanks, toodles! And with that, he heard the tone. He wondered why he was still with the girl because that message was true. She probably was ignoring him, which she would do for the most idiotic reasons. Half the time he hadn't done anything, she just remembered something from months ago to be mad at him about. Sure, Beck wasn't perfect, but he also wasn't outright mean to people like his girlfriend was. He sighed heavily, attempting to make his voice sound as cheerful as possible.

"Hey you, it's Beck. I was just… wanting to see you. We have some stuff to talk about, so call me back as soon as you can. Catch you later!" He was a pretty decent actor he noticed as he hung up the phone, seeing as he made the whole message sound cheerful. Now, he was going to have to wait hours, maybe even days until she would look at that message. He tried to clear his head as he instead navigated his way from the call screen to his music, through to his playlists, pulling up the one that said Beck's Private Playlist. Besides soccer, Beck's love in life was using the turntables that he proudly had set up in his room to make some awesome mixes. He had also dabbled into songwriting a bit, something that even his sister didn't know about. He had written a song called Let Go, though he couldn't yet get the acoustics just right on his voice. He hit play and the silence of the roof was broken with his voice, his mind trying to go through a million ways that the song could be tweaked and which instruments should be added to round it out completely. He then sat his phone down next to him, putting his head into his hands as he heard someone approaching him from behind, joining him on the roof. "Hey." He mumbled, taking his hands away from his face to reveal his sister sitting by him, which he expected of course.

"Hey." She responded, and her eyes were sympathetic. But, instead of asking him, she decided to bring up a subject that he would laugh at. "So, that was a new hell on earth kind of torture." She joked with him, which caused him to crack a smile. Aubrey slowly started to move her head to the sound that was coming out of his phone, though she didn't yet bring up the song as she tried to listen to the lyrics and decipher, something that she was good at. Beck's talent sometimes left her speechless. Sure, Aubrey could sing with the best of them, but Beck could compose masterpieces that made her feel so many different emotions, something that she could never do.

"I bet it was. I'm sorry, but if you wear that dress to the ball, I think I am going to have to disown you!" Her only response was to shove him gently, causing only his shoulders to waver for a second. "It's true! I can't be related to whoever wears that thing!" Aubrey laughed as a response, but she was clearly waiting for him to bring up what he was thinking about. "You were right earlier, I am breaking up with Kommissar. It's about time I start to do things for myself."

"You know, I am so relieved to hear you say that." And he could tell that she was, her smile finally reaching her eyes as she stood up, motioning for him to follow her back inside of his room. He obliged, and the Mitchell twins slid back into his room. She went and sat on the bed, almost barely able to contain her own excitement of what she was about to tell him. It was at this point that Beck noticed that there was a suitcase that was sitting next to his door that he had completely overlooked. "Look, mom said that I could tell you this, seeing as she didn't have it in her." This was true, his mother was finding it hard to accept the fact that she had a son and a daughter instead of two daughters like she had thought for the past seventeen years. That was going to take some adjustment, and Beck could understand that he just wished that the adjustment period wasn't so long.

"I feel like I am not going to like where this is going." He commented, this whole conversation clearly having intentions of turning more serious.

"You will, I swear to you," Aubrey promised, her smile not even faltering. "Look, long story short is that dad finally came through for you! The progressive school, Barden, just sent your letter of acceptance yesterday. You have been enrolled, as a male, and will be staying in the male dorm rooms of campus. You are allowed to play soccer, as long as you make the cut." With this, she winked at him, knowing fully well that Beck was going to pass their little tryouts with flying colors. There were two weeks to go until the start of school, after all, so everyone was still settling in. There was time, and time that Beck needed.

While he was more than thrilled about being given this chance, he looked at Aubrey. "But… what about you? I can't just go to Barden while you are still at Debonair. I don't think that I can do this without you." His words were raw and real, and honest, and they made Aubrey happy. How distant they were as children, it almost didn't seem realistic that they could have grown this close. But, they were grateful that they had, because they honestly needed each other.

"I'll be right there by your side, okay?" She said, patting her brother on his shoulder as he gave her a confused look. "Wow, I really did get all the brains, didn't I?" Before he could object to her comment, she put her hand up to silence him. "Only joking! I got accepted as well. Dad pulled a few strings. Turns out having a rich alumni member as your father really helps your case along."

"So, when are we leaving then?" He inquired, that part having not been mentioned just yet. He knew that had something to do with the suitcase in his room.

"As soon as that is filled up, we are allowed to leave." She informed him, and he was correct with his suspicions. "One more thing dad wanted me to mention to you." She attempted to catch his attention, seeing as soon as she had made the comment about the suitcase, he had been up and filling it with anything that he thought he would need, mainly his athletic clothing and hair products. He was sure that this day could not get any better, so he didn't even stop to listen to what she had to say. "Beck… You have been approved for testosterone." Beck had barely heard her until the final word. He then turned to her, a surprised expression on his face.

"Oh my god." It took him a second to register that, before running over and capturing his sister in a bone-crushing hug. "We finally get that fresh start we both wanted!" Aubrey was sure that she felt her shoulder get a bit wet from tears that were escaping Beck's eyes, but she only returned the hug.

"We sure are, baby brother. We sure are." As Beck pulled away from her the song on his phone repeated for about the fourth time, and Aubrey finally addressed it. "So, someone special that one is for?" She asked, her voice teasing as she wondered if another girl was the reason that Beck wanted to dump his terror of a girlfriend. Beck only laughed quietly in response, picking up his phone and turning off the song.

"You wish, Aubrey. Sadly, you are soon to be the only special girl in my life." He teased her, nudging her gently as she laughed out loud.

"This is not going to be a Cersei and Jaime situation, do you hear me?"

"Gross! Moment ruined! Leave please!" Beck exclaimed as he visibly cringed.

"As you wish!" Aubrey nudged him one last time before she got up, leaving him alone on the roof, lost in his thoughts.