AN/ OKAY, SO WE'VE HIT TEN REIVIEWS OVERALL ( XD ) SO THAT MEANS YOU GET THE NEXT INSTALLMENT. AS SOON AS I HIT FIFTEEN REVIEWS I'LL POST PART 3. HAPPY MONDAY GUYS!

Pulling up outside Fat Amy's, Beca took in a deep breath. Thankfully, she'd arrived a little early, which meant that most of the others hadn't arrived yet. She let out a sigh of relief, and turned the engine off, psyching herself up to actually going in. She slammed the car door behind her and walked up the path to Amy's house. Standing on the porch, she knocked on the door.

Immediately, the door opened to reveal none other than Legacy.

"Beca!" she squealed with excitement, launching herself at the tiny DJ. "It's been so long. Where've you been lately?"

"Hey Junk," Beca laughed, "I kinda want to, you know, go inside? Think you could let me go?"

Emily giggled at how she'd practically picked Beca up for a hug. She put her down, and moved out of the way of the door so Beca could go in.

"It's been forever Beca!"

"I know Em."

"Why didn't you come?"

"You know why I haven't been round much lately Junk" Beca said seriously.

"Have you guys fixed things?" Emily asked, looking the tiny DJ in the eyes.

"Not really. But hey, I can't hide from her forever," Beca answered, shaking her head as she spoke. "Anyway, Amy says you've got some big news?" she deadpanned.

"Oh Beca, it's so exciting!" Emily gushed, bouncing on the spot as she spoke. "But I promised I wouldn't say anything – at least not until everybody's here."

"Aww Em, I can't wait to hear," Beca said, genuinely happy for her friend.

There was a knock at the door.

"Legacy," Fat Amy drawled from the kitchen, "Get the door will you? I need to watch the food."

"I'll get it Em," Beca said, smiling. She wandered over to the door, and pulled it open.

There, stood on the doorstep, were Aubrey and Chloe.

At seeing Beca, Chloe let out a small gasp, more of a whimper, like a wounded puppy. Aubrey, on the other hand, just narrowed her gaze, the firm set of her jaw making it clear that she was not at all pleased to see Beca.

"Hey guys…" Beca greeted awkwardly, looking down at the floor so she didn't have to look at them.

"Hello, Beca." Aubrey spat, the way she said Beca's name dripping with distaste. Chloe said nothing.

The three stood on the porch, all of them deep in thought. Beca, regretting offering to get the door. Chloe, staring at the top of Beca's head, silently trying to assess how Beca was. Aubrey standing there with clenched fists, torn between hugging the friend she hadn't seen for months and beating her up for how she had treated Chloe. None of them spoke, or even moved as they all tried to figure out what to do next.

They stood like that for some time, all of them in silence.

Beca cleared her throat. "Well, erm… do you guys maybe want to come in?"

Aubrey rolled her eyes at Beca and stormed past her into Amy's, leaving Chloe out on the porch and Beca stood in the doorway.

"Chlo…" Beca started, the sentence trailing off almost immediately when she realised that she didn't know what to say. Her voice was hoarse, and held too much pain. She looked at the girl she loved, but suddenly realised that she didn't even recognise the girl standing in front of her. Sure, she still had the wild ginger hair and the fashionable dress sense Beca loved, but Chloe didn't look like the girl she used to be. Like Beca's fire, Chloe's eyes had lost their sparkle, leaving two hollow ones behind. She looked up at Beca with a blank expression, and smiled automatically, but her eyes quickly glazed over with tears. Seeing Chloe like this killed Beca inside, seeing how her smile had lost its shine. What Amy had said was true. Chloe was broken. The girl stood before Beca wasn't Chloe, at least, she wasn't the real Chloe. She was a shell of her former self; a shell that was hollow.

"So, are you just going to stand there or are you planning on coming in?" Beca announced before the silence got too long. She cursed herself for being sarcastic, because right now, all she wanted to do was wrap her arms around Chloe and never let go, but sarcasm was all she knew how to do. "Chloe, you can't stand out here forever; look, you haven't even got a jacket on – you'll catch a cold."

Chloe looked up at Beca and felt her heart shatter as she did. She missed the brunette so bad. She missed everything about Beca. Why was she so pale? Why were Beca's eyes so hollow? She looked like she hadn't slept properly in weeks. Did she look thinner? Oh god, Beca looked thinner – she'd lost weight she couldn't afford to lose. What had she done?

Filled with guilt, Chloe just stared into Beca's face, beyond knowing what to say or do. How did she deal with this? All she wanted to do was tell Beca she loved her, that she missed her, and that ending things was the worst mistake she'd ever made. But how could she? How could she say all of that when she chose all of this? It hurt, it hurt so much. All of it. But, Chloe knew she couldn't go back to how things were before. She couldn't live like she had for the last year of their relationship, always getting left behind as Beca went off to wherever she was needed. She'd promised herself she wouldn't go crawling back to Beca. But she wanted to, so, so much.

Beca looked at Chloe with concern, struggling to move as she took in her ex-fiancée. Chloe saw the concern in her eyes, and suddenly felt even guiltier. That snapped her out of her thoughts. She wasn't having Beca pity her, or worry about her – not when everything was so weird. She needed space from Beca, she needed closure – what she needed was a good drink. She couldn't do this right now. She thought she could face seeing her again, but now she'd actually stood face to face with Beca, she realised she really couldn't. She wasn't ready for this.

Silently panicking, Chloe knew she needed to get out of this situation before she did something stupid. She tore her gaze away from Beca and went to walk into Fat Amy's.

As Chloe passed her, Beca gently grabbed her wrist, pulling her close. Chloe gasped, turning to look into Beca's piercing blue eyes. Beca's eyes focused on hers, flooding with guilt, concern and worry.

"I'm sorry Chloe," she whispered, every word giving Chloe goose bumps, "you deserve the best, and nothing less. I treated you like crap and I broke your heart. I wish I'd just told those artists to stick their albums. I've been lost without you, I don't know who I am anymore. These three months have been living hell for me. I miss you so much." Chloe's breath hitched at that, because she missed Beca too. "I can't believe it's taken me so long to see you again, but I want to be friends. Best friends again. I know you probably don't want to, and I totally understand why, but I know we're meant to be together, even if it isn't as lovers. I still love you. I'm so sorry." She pulled away slightly to look at Chloe, who had stood silently, as still as a statue.

At that, Beca let go of Chloe's wrist and walked away as if nothing had even happened, leaving Chloe frozen in shock. What did she do now? She desperately missed Beca, but friends? That couldn't happen. She wanted her girlfriend back. But that was selfish, and she knew it. To get back together with Beca would mean going back to her old life. Beca was still a big music producer. She'd still have to leave for work. It wasn't as if Chloe could ask Beca to pick between her and her dream.

Shaking her head, she made her way through to the kitchen in search of something to drink. She needed something strong. She needed something to make her forget what had just happened; something to make her forget about Beca Mitchell.

AN HOUR AND A HALF LATER…

Fat Amy's house was nowhere near big enough to hold every single Bella and Treblemaker from their years at Barden. But, if Beca was honest, the crowded room was a blessing in disguise. Sure, she was cramped in the corner, but at least it meant she hadn't been forced into awkward conversation with Chloe – or worse, Aubrey.

After seeing Beca, Aubrey had gone into the kitchen and downed the biggest glass of wine possible. She then proceeded to pour another, and another, until she was semi drunk.

"Wassup Aca-Nazi?" Fat Amy boomed, stumbling into the kitchen. Aubrey just looked at her, holding her empty glass up. "Where's ginger?"
"With Beca." Aubrey said through gritted teeth. "Amy, what is she doing here? How could you do that to Chloe?"

"You forget that Chloe suggested Beca come, Aubrey. And anyway, Ginger seems to be holding her own outside."
"She's still out there?"
"Well, duh, Aubrey, you kind of left her in your search for some wine."

"Shit."

"You know who you sound like Aubrey?"
"Who?"
"Beca."

With that, Aubrey turned away from Amy and stormed out of the kitchen in search of Chloe. She scanned the room in search of Chloe. It didn't surprise her that Chloe wasn't there. She wondered where Chloe was. Suddenly, her eyes locked on Beca in the corner, perched awkwardly listening to Jessica and Ashley talking about their careers as actresses in silent films. Last time she'd seen Chloe, she'd been with her. Silently vowing to ask Beca, Aubrey wandered into the lounge, only to find herself sucked into conversation with Jesse Swanson.

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Chloe emerged from Fat Amy's bathroom when she was sure she'd stopped crying. Why was she even crying right now? It was her own fault. She made her way into Amy's kitchen, and saw the Aussie stood over a large cake that said… congratulations? What was getting celebrated?

"Ssshhh!" Amy whispered when she saw Chloe. "You didn't see anything."

"See what?" Chloe said, winking as she spoke.

Amy grinned at her friend. "Y'alright Ginger?"

"Will be after a fix from Smirnoff." She grimaced, pulling the top off of the bottle. Amy nodded at her in understanding as she watched Chloe down a shot.

"Take it easy Ginger!" Amy announced as she went to join the others in the lounge, leaving Chloe alone in the kitchen.

Chloe downed several shots, and found herself feeling a whole lot better about seeing Beca. Everything seemed less confusing. That's the best thing about vodka – it quickly stops you thinking too hard. Stops you thinking too much about things. Stops you thinking about Beca Mitchell. She looked at what was left in the bottle and decided it would be a waste to leave it. She downed all of that as well for good measure.

Comfortable in her state of intoxication, Chloe stumbled out of the kitchen and into the lounge, where she fell into the arms of Aubrey, who looked pretty relieved to see her. They sat on the floor by Amy's coffee table, both pretty absorbed in the many conversations in the room.

When she was sure everybody had arrived, Emily grabbed Benji and stood up, on top of the coffee table so everyone could see that she had something important to say.

"Okay aca-peoples," she slurred (clearly drunk), "me and Benji have big, big news!"

"You knocked her up magic boy?" Bumper roared over the others, laughing hysterically. There was a unanimous groan from everyone at Bumper, and Amy grabbed a magazine of the floor, hitting him with it.

"No, Bumper – you shut up, you idiot," Emily said, bouncing on the table in excitement. "It's better than that… Benji proposed!"

"Oh My God!" Jessica and Ashley squealed, jumping up and down, as everybody else cheered for the couple. Everyone knew how happy they were together, and it was news like this that showed these people were more than just friends – they were family. Emily jumped off the table to join them, flashing her left hand around for dramatic effect.

Beca smirked at Legacy, truly pleased for the couple. She smiled at Benji, and gave him a thumbs up, mouthing "good on you, man!"

Chloe, on the other hand, didn't take the announcement all that well. Sure, she was happy for them, but she couldn't help feeling insanely jealous of them. It was meant to be her and Beca getting married. It was meant to be their wedding. It was meant to be their happily ever after. Except, it wasn't. She looked over at Beca, and hated how happy she looked. It wasn't fair.

Feeling tears prickling her eyes, Chloe left the lounge and went to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of vodka off of the side. She unlocked Fat Amy's back door, choosing to sit outside. She couldn't go back in there. She just wanted to go home.

But where was home? Suddenly, she had an intense longing to go back to the apartment she and Beca had lived in. She wanted to go back to when they were together, back to when she was happy. At that thought, she let out a sob and took a massive swig from the bottle. The vodka burned the back of her throat as it went down, something Chloe really appreciated. It was nice to feel something, instead of just emptiness.

Noticing the back door was unlocked, Chloe grabbed the bottle and decided now was a good time for some fresh air, time for a bit of headspace. She made her way out of the door, and went to sit on the decking. Sighing at the peace, she took another swig from the bottle.

There were lots of things wrong in Chloe's life; but at that moment, Chloe truly believed there was nothing a good bottle of vodka could fix.

After all, Smirnoff was always a good friend to those in need.

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