Previously on Never know what she means to me, i fell for the girl that's on tv:

"Chloe, um we have something we have discuss concerning you..."

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing we can't fix, we're currently trying to get a handle on it..."

"On what?"

"More like on who? Our good friend Barb Thomas has taken to tweeting about the knockout rounds, trying to start some intrigue."


Beca asks that the girls give you space, they comply but are reluctant, worried for your sake. Once you're somewhere more private they start filling you in on the numerous retweets, tracing back to Barbs first tweet.

Didn't make it to #Liveplayoffs NBCTheVoice guess I didn't have the unfair advantage of being the coach's favorite.

Why is it that the undeserving get to stay? Special treatment, They edit out more than you know. NBCTheVoice

What's that saying third times the charm? Not if your coach is charmed by one particular contestant. NBCTheVoice

You are appalled, but you were informed that it wasn't even the tip of the iceberg,

"So um what's going to happen? Can you have her twitter page closed or something...or report her?" you ask, addressing both Beca and Nancy but Beca doesn't speak, merely shakes her head. Nancy takes it upon herself to answer.

"Unfortunately we can't, she has every right to react through whichever means she deems fit, but we're trying to get to her, maybe to retract her statements before it reaches the news before it gets messy and we have a potential libel case at out hands. If worse comes to worse "

"You'll sue for defamation?" you ask surprised. "Will it really get that far? I mean it's twitter, we all tweet random things everyday. And I'm sure it's not the first time a rejected candidate in a reality television show has taken to twitter to vent." You look to Beca to agree with you but she's still looking troubled, and really worried. Okay you actually thought it'd be worse, the tweets were only hinting at some things, but there weren't any names.

"Well the thing is, Barb had quite a following. I'm just...readying you for this Chloe. This could have a dire impact on your standing, on both of you actually." Nancy says, looking sympathetic.

Beca finally looks up at you, and you see how tense she is, how angry...wait, they said there were more tweets, that it was just the tip of the iceberg.

"Let me see the rest of the tweets..." you ask, and they protest immediately.

"You don't need to worry about those..."

"Trust me Chlo it's really bad..."

You pay their warning no heed, and the second you read them over, you wished you'd listened to them.

Thought the show was called 'the voice' not 'the looks' I guess that's your real advantage, also opening your legs for everyone also helps

Did you think we couldn't see how you two looked at each other?

People have no decency these days If you're going to cheat on someone at least do it in secret.

Extra overnight practice sessions must do wonders. Getting wrapped in the sheets-of music, that is.

Coaches and artists hooking up, if that's what's required to stay the competition, then I'm glad I'm out of it.

They didn't mention your name...not once, but you know that everyone will know it's about you.

You were appalled earlier, now you feel sick, you'd almost forgotten about her screaming those accusations at you(you'd been so busy trying to forget) and you feel it coming back. You feel dirty all over and you hate it, how she made you out to be...All at once Beca beckons the girls over to comfort you, and everyone's there asking if you needed to sit down, if you wanted to go home but you shake your head trying to get a handle on your emotions, breathing deeply through your nose.

"Chloe, hey remember what I told you, hold strong. Everything will be okay." Beca says before she excuses herself, "I'll meet you for practice later?" she asks gently her face, softened somewhat.

You merely nod then look away, burrowing deeper into Stacie's arms as she hugs you, to stop yourself from calling out for Beca to stay. Beca accepts it and leaves to go but she hesitates at the door for a second, sending a last concerned look your way.

You smile weakly, and she returns it before she disappears through the door.


It turns out they weren't fast enough.

"You might wanna check the news."

You find the nearest television set and every entertainment section, of each channel you check has it-her tweets about you.

"Barbara Thomas, one of the contestants on the voice, speaks out. The Voice results wigged 'Beca Mitchell playing favourites.'"

"Accusations have been made of one of The Voice contestants, Chloe Beale and of The Voice newbie Coache Beca Mitchell, "

"The tweets have been taken down, but Barbara Thomas' tweets are still circulating the net."

"Is this just spite, or is their some truth behind it? Barbara Thomas's knockout rounds tweets that surfaced mere days after her outing from the show has come to light."

"Beca Mitchell's camp hasn't given any comments about it, except for Beca's tweet made in typical Beca fashion and I quote "'When did losing with grace become overrated and dragging people down become acceptable? " I imagine the NBC representatives are scrambling to keep everything hush hush."


Nancy had instructed you to give no comments, to keep mum about it as reacting would only make it worse. You felt that you were stuck either way, if you were to comment and deny the charges of defend yourself; they'd perceive you as being defensive, if you didn't; they'd think you were guilty. What a predicament to be in, you loose either way.

Everyone seems to be walking on eggshells around of you, trying to comfort you and you both appreciate and hate it all at once.

"We're fixing this."
"Don't worry, this will blow over."
"Just take it easy okay..."

You've just made up your mind to focus on your performance tomorrow.

"Yeah, of course not...I'm great. I'm okay. I'm fine." You guess you sounded pretty convincing, cos that was a downright lie, but you can't dwell there was no time to feel sorry for yourself. You had to remain strong. No more crying for you. Why waste your energy on something you couldn't do anything about.

If you should be worried it would be that this could cause a strain on yours and Beca's friendship. Nancy had also instructed that it was best that you and Beca not be seen alone together outside of the competition, avoid any situations were the two of you had to be alone unless necessary.

And you had to comply, you didn't want to give a reason for anyone to doubt you even further and add fuel to the fire. You really had to prove yourself. You had to be even better as to show everyone that you deserved to be there, that you had it.

You made up your mind, more determined than ever. You would be the best, you owed Beca that. Her credibility was on line here.
You were no longer in it just for the fun of it. You had to win this for her.

With the remaining hours, you practice over and over.

You were becoming almost obsessive about it, almost to the point that you were becoming careless.

"Chloe, stop!" Hey, you hear me you have to stop, let yourself rest." Beca chastises you.

"No, just one more time. I need to get it right, live shows are tomorrow."

"Do you want your voice to be over-exhausted? I'm telling you, ordering you go to go home. Go rest your voice, and drink lots of water... and try some lemon and honey with it."

"Yes Mom..." you say, and she rolls her eyes but still she smiles-her real smile, with her eyes twinkling and all, which makes everything feel a little better.


The morning of the second performance day you're feeling off, you're straining now to reach the high notes. It sounds wrong coming out scratchy and not at all angelic, sounding like nails dragging across the chalkboard, like some teenager boy with his voice breaking at the most inopportune moments.

It sucks, because you were warned that this would happen, and yet you pushed on.

You try all your usual remedies, a warm steamy bath, drinking lots of Lipton tea before and during the warm-up, which you do for at least twenty minutes but you do it gently, reserving the power for the actual performance.

The whole day feels off actually, it feels tense and hectic. You feel it in the air as soon as you arrive at the studios just before lunch.

You don't see or hear from Beca, and you don't really mind. You know she had other things to worry about. She'd been called into another meeting early this morning, where she, and a couple of important people- including the major executives, discussed how to best deal with the current Baloney situation and all the negative publicity it was pulling to the show.

The last thing she had told you before parting last night, was that she would be the one to worry for the both of you, that you were to focus only on your performance tonight. You were just relieved that she wasn't as bothered as you thought she would be, she seemed to be handling it well better than you. You guess it wasn't the first scandal or accusation that had been thrown her way, so she was pretty much an expert at it.

You have a last minute discussion with the music director and the musicians. After a quick consultation, everyone decides-comes into agreement, that they would tweak some parts of the arrangement, lower it a bit, so you wouldn't have to strain to hit the high notes. After successfully trying it out, you're more than pleased with the outcome.

You're practicing the last-second changes up until they give the fifteen-minute countdown before going live. You rush to the room where all the girl contestants are-everyone else already dressed. You arrive with only a few minutes to spare, panting heavily.

You shimmy into the outfit the stylist chooses for you, Lily quickly beckons you forward to touch up your make-up...another lady's trying to salvage your mess of a hair.

They flash the On Air sign, Stacie is called to standby offstage. She gives you a quick light hug(so as to not disturb the on-going process of Lily applying your make-up) before she hurries of. One of the screens are showing what's going on onstage as Carson delivers his lines, giving a recap as to what happened just yesterday. Most of it was a blur, exccept for Beca's and Fat Amy's numbers, you barely remembered half of what the other artists from Team Blake and Team Adam had performed.

We have Luke Bolton singing Drink You Away,

Bitter sweet thing, could this be a dream
Or just the same nightmare that keeps me awake
Feel it in my brain, toss out of pain
Pour a little up now, for the love that we made

You got to admit he really was good-looking on TV-the cameras loved him-and he was an excellent vocalist too . You could practically hear the panties dropping all over America.

I feel it in the morning, you're still here in the morning
I see you, but you gonna telephone the doctor, I'm not okay
The bottom of the bottle, to fill this empty heart up
A thousand proof don't change the truth
I tried it, but I can't

I can't drink you away
I've tried Jack, I've tried Jim
I've tried all of their friends
I can't drink you away
All these rocks, I can't swim out of this skin, oh baby them say
Now tell me, baby, don't they make a medicine for heart break
Ooh, no, tell me baby, oh yeah
Now don't they make a medicine for heart break

Got a pounding on my brain, so I drowned it away
When the sun comes up tomorrow
You can find me doing the same
'Cause I just can't forget
The way we turned out this bed
And now the only thing that sleeps here is a ghost of you instead

I feel it in the morning, you're still here in the morning
I see you, but you gonna telephone the doctor, I'm not okay
The bottom of the bottle, to fill this empty heart up
A thousand proof don't change the truth
I tried it, but I can't

I can't drink you away
I've tried Jack, I've tried Jim
I've tried all of their friends
I can't drink you away
All these rocks, I can't swim out of this skin, oh baby them say
Now tell me, baby, don't they make a medicine for heart break
Ooh, no, tell me baby, oh yeah
Now don't they make a medicine for heart break

I can't drink you, no I can't drink you away, away
I can't drink you, no I can't drink you away, away
I can't drink you, no I can't drink you away, away
I can't drink you, no I can't drink you away, away, away

Oooh, I can't drink you, I can't drink you away

Carson turns up at the end of Like's number, "Let's head on over to our lady judge Beca Mitchell first." he says,

"You stepped it up with that performance...you had the whole crowd feeling it, I felt it...though I admit, that wasn't quite at the same level as Justin but..." some boos come from the crowd, she hold up her hands, trying to get them to settle down, "I wasn't finished..well it may not have been Justin Timberlake but it was Luke Bolton. You put your own layers to it and you successfully made it your own so good job!"

"Your a heartthrob man, and I thought this place couldn't get any sexier...with us having the sexiest man alive here with us and all." Blake Shelton says sharing a look with Adam, which emits laughter and hoots from the audience. "In that performance you've cemented your place as one of the best male vocalists in this competition."

Adam laughs before he responds,

"First of all yes that was certified sexy...I approve..."

The camera catches Beca's face of amused disbelief, "You really didn't just say that..." You smile at seeing her through the screen once again, seems like it was decades ago when she was so far away. It's weird though, you've gotten so use to having the real flesh and blood close to you.

"I was kidding, but even If I wasn't... I do have the right to certify it as sexy, just saying. Also what I'm really glad about is that you were able to bring that swagger that JT was able to bring into the AMA stage, but put your own...British charm so yeah I'm all for this sexy smouldering vibe thing goin' on, when you were working the camera there...the eyes...some advice just tilt your head a little lower so your peering from under your eyelashes...it drives the girls wild." Luke tries it out, and the girls shriek and cheer, "You're welcome buddy." Adam says, seriously.

"Show us your own, your best Adam Levine smoulder." Beca requests of him, and Adam complies working the camera.

"Hey I want to try it..." Blake Shelton says, before mocking Adam looking just plain hilarious.

Beca's clapping, and laughing along with the audience. Your happy she looks so relaxed, like there was nothing bothering her.

"I did not look that bad...do it seriously..." Adam says in mock outrage, Blake then gives his own sexy smoulder which makes several girls on the audience react.

"Now that was good, was that a reserved 'only for Mirinda Lambert' kind of look?"

"It was my I'm hungry and I just saw food look." Blake replies,

Usher talks a great length about his boys and how they were all winners in his eyes. "Lukey Luke, you delivered and we know who started the show right tonight."

Carson then takes over, as he thanks them for their responses then segues into a lead in to a commercial break.

"Wow the overflow of sexiness, you can feel it all over the studio. Speaking of sexy, we have Stacie Austin Next when we come back.

You're all ready now but you still remain in the room, you don't really feel like watching from behind the wings.

"We're back for our second artist of the night's performance, here's Stacie Austin with 'Do You wanna touch me'?

We've been here too long tryin' to get along
Pretending that you're, oh, so shy
I'm a natural man doin' all I can
My temperature is runnin' high

Friday night no one in sight
And we got so much to share
Talkin's fine if you got the time
I ain't got the time to spare

Do you wanna touch? Yeah
Do you wanna touch? Yeah
Do you wanna touch me there? Yeah

Do you wanna touch? Yeah
Do you wanna touch? Yeah Do you wanna touch me there?
Where? There, yeah, oh
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah My my my my my Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Every growin' boy needs a little joy
All you do is sit and stare Beggin' on my knees, baby won't you please Run your fingers through' my hair
My my my whiskey and rye Don't it make you feel so fine?
Right or wrong, don't it turn you on?
Can't you see we're wastin' time?

Do you wanna touch? Yeah
Do you wanna touch? Yeah
Do you wanna touch me there? Yeah
Do you wanna touch? Yeah
Do you wanna touch? Yeah
Do you wanna touch me there? Where? There, yeah, oh
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah There, there, there Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Every growing boy needs a little joy (Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
Beggin' on my knees, baby, if you please (Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
Every growing boy needs a little toy (Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm a natural man doin' all I can (Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah) Every Friday night I got to get my share (Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah) I'm waiting so long, yeah


You're waiting on the sidelines, awaiting your turn right after Bumper Allen who surprisingly has nothing to say to you. He only sends his jerkish smile your way. You ignore him, going back to jumping up and down to release any left over nerves.

He sings Dazz Band's Let it Whip and you gotta admit he owned that song.

They go to commercial and while you were told to wait just where you were, you instead go looking for Beca.

You find her, not to far away, in one of the rooms, and she's not alone. You can see straight into the room from where you are situated -the door's wide open-and there's Blake, Adam and Usher but you are surprised to find Jesse there as well. Wasn't he supposed to be back in Europe by now? The three male coaches are conversing lively, but you notice (and it makes you weirdly happy) that Beca and Jesse look uncomfortable, not even looking at the other.

You realize you're doing it again...creeping on Beca, eavesdropping on her private conversation. You should leave, the last time you'd been caught and it resulted in you hearing one of the worse news ever. You didn't want a repeat of that. You try to move away unnoticed, but your foot gets caught on the flooring and thank goodness you don't fall over, only stumble a bit. You right yourself quickly, but so much for not alerting anyone they're all looking at you.

Adam Levine looks amused;like he knew exactly what you were doing, Usher a bit confused, Jesse has that look you remember quite well; his eyes narrowed, his lips in a tight line, displeasure evident.

"Are you okay Chloe?" Beca asks worriedly.

"You wanted something little miss?" Blake Shelton says smiling at you, You don't know how to ask for a quick word alone with everyone watching, and you feel Jesse's gaze still on you. And so you just smile,

"Uh...No...just Hi...was walking...around it helps to get rid of my nerves."

"Okay, we'll see you on the stage. You go ahead, we'll follow in a bit." he says dismissing you, "I'd wish you the best, but I'm pretty sure you're just about to knock out all that doubt from the viewers minds, so never mind that." He says giving you this light wink and this time he proceeds to close the door.

You're contemplating what Jesse's presence back in the studios meant...how it would affect Beca. He was back for work that's it...he would be gone soon enough. There's nothing to be worried about, he no longer posed as a threat-like you needed another thing to be worried about.

Despite everything working against you, you're able to pull it together for your rendition of Adele's Daydreamer.

You're staring out into the crowd, feeling the energy of the studio...it's uncertain one, and you know exactly what to do. You go into that place of warmth, of love of singing of performing...You go back to the times when it all felt new, when you discovered that you could sing and sing well...you perform for yourself this time, for that little girl inside of you who dreamed of this; being able to share a part of yourself to the world through music, to touch people as other artists have touched you.

Daydreamer
Sitting on the sea
Soaking up the sun
He is a real lover
Of making up the past
And feeling up his girl
Like he's never felt her figure before

Your voice is steady, and soft. You're smiling, it seems like it's only the second time thru ought the competition that you feel happy and whole, calm- at home up there.

A jaw dropper
Looks good when he walks
Is the subject of their talk
He would be hard to chase
But good to catch
And he could change the world
With his hands behind his back, oh

You glide through, delivering the notes easily. In the back of your mind you notice it's really, really quiet in the studio...and you aren't sure yet, if that was a good thing.

You can find him sittin' on your doorstep
Waiting for a surprise
And he will feel like he's been there for hours
And you can tell that he'll be there for life

Daydreamer
With eyes that make you melt
He lends his coat for shelter
Plus he's there for you
When he shouldn't be
But he stays all the same
Waits for you
Then sees you through

There's no way I
Could describe him
What I'll say is
Just what I'm hoping for

But I will find him sittin' on my doorstep
Waiting for a surprise
And he will feel like he's been there for hours
And I can tell that he'll be there for life
And I can tell that he'll be there for life

You smile, and breathe a sigh of relief when you finish and almost as if broken out of a trance, there's suddenly a great deal of noise coming from all around. It's rather surprising-almost frightening after all that silence, but your smile grows bigger, your eyes turn watery when you see that everyone in the studio is on their feet crazily applauding you.

"Can I speak first please?" Adam says loudly before Carson even fully makes it to the stage."Please, please. please please please PLEASE!"

Carson hugs you, whispering "Way to go, Chloe."

"Okay on to our very impatient coach Adam Levine..."

"THAT WAS AMAZING! Come on...seriously, can I just say, if anyone is still in doubt of your abilities after this...I don't know they should have their ears checked or something. You know doing Adele it's such a tall order, and there have been many failed attempts in getting her songs right...and that song in particular is very delicate, precise but you just killed it...slaughtered it then knocked it out of the park."

More cheers, it seems never-ending. You're a mess, wavering on the brink of breaking into tears, and laughing giddily. You do a bit of both. Though your tears don't go past your eyes...

"There was not a note that came out of your mouth, that you didn't deliver perfectly. I loved it. I loved every second of that beautiful nuanced performance." Usher says,

"You're an amazing vocalist and you know that...that performance was probably your best Chloe. That's why you've gotten so far in the show...you and your range. You pull us into you, you make us look forward to what you bring as a performer to the stage...and I'm just baffled that people can't see how much of a strong, genuine, talented person you are...I hope they push aside all their qualms and vote to keep you in." Blake says,

and then suddenly it's silent again in the studio,

Beca breathes heavily before she starts talking, "That song, that performance is all the proof anyone needs. " she says addressing everyone. "Chloe is one of my girls, they're sorta like my kids all of them. I serve as a guide, a mentor and a friend...to help them through this tough, highly-pressured competition..I believe in all their very different, distinct strong voices. I believe that they have what it takes...and I'd hope to take them all to the finals if it were possible, but.. I can't and it sucks...All I know is that...you, Chloe Beale, will keep singing, will continue to bring joy to people's lives even long after this competition.

You smile gratefully,

"Thank you, coaches. That was Chloe Beale everyone."

You move off the stage, feeling weightless, lighter. It didn't change the situation entirely, but it was enough for you; how positively the studio audience had responded. It made you hopeful; grateful that not everyone judged you to harshly from the get go. It reminded you that some people were still open to changing their resolves. You feel yourself regain that old enthusiasm, that old confidence that you had started to loose along the way.


"I told you you had nothing to be worried about!" Beca says when she finds you backstage, after the show with the girls all around you, stuck in their own conversation, arguing over the plans for the night out. They'd been involved in it for quite a while now, almost as soon as they finished congratulating you offstage which included Fat Amy crushing you into her Bear hug once again, with the two not helping at all by joining in instead of pulling her off you.

"So hey...what do you party animals wanna do tonight?" Beca asks the trio,

"Why you want to come with us?" Fat Amy asks eagerly, finally lending the both of you some of her attention.

"Are you uninviting me already? Beca says frowning, but anyone can tell she's not really serious.

"Of course not...okay since you're the last one to join our little soiree what do you propose we do?"

"Tell me your options..."

"Club." Stacie says,

"Aren't you guys tired?"

"You have a point there, we're exhausted." Fat Amy says, looking at your lap before she lays her head across it, lifting her legs onto Stacie and Cynthia Rose.

"Something where we can enjoy ourselves that's not so strenuous..." Cynthia Rose says before she pats at Amy's leg so she could take it of, Fat Amy sits back upright with a groan or protest.

"How about a Movie?" Stacie asks,

"No." Beca firmly says, You just shake your head 'Not a fan' you mouth,

"How's about...going to this private place I know..there'll be drinks like you wanted Stacie, there'll be plenty of beds there Fat Amy, and It'll have a spa and sauna, they also do mani-pedi services there."

"Cool beans!" Fat Amy says getting to her feet fully awake now

"Sorry I blacked out everything all I heard was Spa...and mani-pedi" Stacie says,

"Well that settles it!"

"What about the...thing..." you say, unwilling to verbalize your qualms about going out with Beca.

"I'd say to hell with that but...we're in a group...I've talked a great length with Nancy and well we've secured someone to represent each one of you girls...Also we've got extra security so that the paparazzi won't know that we're there and won't be able to swarm us."

"Sounds good..." you say,

"It does sound good, what is this your planning a girl's night out?" Jesse says from out of nowhere, you'd all been absorbed in your conversation that none of you noticed him approaching.

"Keeping yourself busy even after work these days huh, Babe?" he says addressing Beca, and just like that, like always with him, you feel this slow boil of fear of annoyance and anger rising in you.

How dare he talk to her

He's standing right behind Beca and she stiffens up at the proximity the hurt plain on her face. You remember how pissed off you were at how he treated Beca, not just towards the end. He always seemed to treat her like he owned her. That she owed him, like she wasn't a human being but a prize he had one that he wanted to keep selfishly to himself.

"It's none of your business." you spit out as vehemently s you can,

"Chloe..." Beca whispers,

"Nice to see you too, Chloe but I wasn't asking you." he says so calmly, his little mocking smile on his face making your rise to your feet.

"But I'm talking to you, asshole!" You say stepping up to him.

"Chloe stop-" Beca begs, till then the other girls were struck silent not knowing how to handle the situation. But at hearing Beca's plea they burst into action. Stacie takes your shaking hand and squeezes, a gesture that serves to calm you down,

"You better go right now, and leave Beca alone" Cynthia Rose says acting as the mediator, trying to calmly handle the situation.

Fat Amy stands up instead, "You hear her leave now...trust me my ginger buddy over there may not have looked threatening, but fear me...This ain't fat it's muscle. I've wrestled with all kinds of reptiles back in Tasmania as a sport...so I can totally handle you."

You're not sure if it's because he believed Fat Amy's story, or that it only struck him how bad it would look if he was caught getting into a fight with girls, but whatever it was... Jesse finally makes up his mind to leave. He walks a few steps but he then turns around and gets a last word in.

"I'm leaving right now, but I'm not going anywhere...you'll be seeing me around and often."

"Way to ruin the night, wow he's actually a prick I didn't see that one coming..." Fat Amy comments, breaking the silence after he finally disappears out of sight.

"The night isn't ruined we're still going right?." Stacie tentatively asks, and no one bothers to answer her.

"Not looking forward to rehearsals if he's going to continue to be so assholic the whole week." Cynthia Rose comments, and now you heart sinks, the thought truly sinking in, he would be there...a looming presence, coming in and out of rehearsals when he so wished, facilitating most of the music decisions...

"He's not usually..." Beca says out of the blue.

"Are you really defending him?" you ask astounded.

"No...but I've known him a long time...he's not at his best right now but he's actually a decent guy..."

"Okay...do you forgive him for what he did to you?"

"No..." she says weakly, you continue to look at her and she rolls her eyes, "NO...but we have history I can't just stop caring about him. I'll always be concerned for his sake..."

"This is messed up.." you mutter,

"Nothing a good massage can't fix, remember our plans...the spa?" Stacie says,

"Yeah we all need the stress-relief, on to the spa.." Cynthia Rose says getting to her feet. "Beca? Chloe?" she pauses waiting for the confirmation from the two of you.

"Yeah..."

"Yeah..."

"Let's go then...Chloe ride with me and Stace, and Amy gets to ride with Beca!"

"Yay!" the three of them cheer exaggeratedly, you can't control the twist of a smile that comes to your mouth at your friends ridiculousness. You see Beca trying to fight down one as well. You school your features when the two of you sharing similar sheepish expressions, turns to each other to offer up a reluctant "Sorry"

You apologized even if you didn't agree with her, or she with you. And it shouldn't feel so weighty but it is, You've had disagreements before; but this was the most serious topic that you'd fought about so far. But you decide to let it go for the time-being... You're friendship was too strong, too precious and important to be torn down by the occasional spat-even the ones about jerkwad ex-fiancees named Jesse.

"Okay you wanna...change the car pool arrangement now that the two of you're okay or-" Cynthia asks looking between the two of you once again, once you get to the parking lot.

"No. It's fine..." you say and you get into Stacie's red mini cooper with Cynthia Rose riding shotgun.

"We're all seeing each other at the place anyway...C'mon Amy." Beca says, and you watch them walk away, a little further to her reserved parking space, Fat Amy gives Beca her great big hug.

"Yay! I get to ride with Beca! Woot woo." you hear all the way from inside the car, with the window already rolled up.

"Don't rub it in!" You shout equally loudly,

Their car pulls up to Stacie's and Beca proceeds to roll down her window to give the address, "and Stacie puts it into her GPS "It's best if you follow me..there's a techniques to getting there that only I know of. Oh and try to keep up!" Beca says smirking,

"Okay Coach ready when you are..." murmurs Stacie, revving the engine,

"Are you trying to let us get caught for speeding?" you question,

"No..I just meant you might get caught in between all those traffic lights, I know the best way to maneuver in and out of LA traffic. What did you think of me a felon, I'll let you know I've never gotten a speeding ticket ever in my life." Beca says,

"Enough chit chat...or we'll never get there..." Fat Amy interrupts, Beca merely laughs,

"Yeah we're going. we're going..." she says sending a last smile, before pulling ahead.

You look out the window, finding the darkness comforting, admiring how as the night enveloped the city, it made it all the more beautiful, almost magical. The road seems so vast and it's only the two cars that you see speeding along it. So there was no traffic after all, 'finally a good turn to the evening, luck's on your side.' and with that thought you allow yourself to close your eyes with the promise of having the relaxing night you were looking forward to in no time at all.