A/N Hey hey guys! Sorry it's been so long. I had a hectic week and really just wanted to rest after work, but I promise I'm not leaving this dead. Just a busy week. I really hope you guys like this one. I really enjoyed writing it. If not, well, that sucks lol.

I'm planning on writing more tomorrow, so hopefully I can get two more updates out this weekend before going back to work. No promises though.

Stay awesome and please please review. It really helps. Sorry for any mistakes.

What is happening

Beca walked into her house with Stacie hot on her heels. "Beca, what the hel-"

Stacie was cut off by a terrifying scene happening in the living room. Amy had Jessica pinned to the couch. Ashley was trying to peel Amy off. It wasn't working. Cynthia Rose was arguing with Flo in the corner. It looked like they were about to rip each other's faces off. Lilly was standing over a crying Emily, with a knife in her hand.

"Guys!" Beca yelled. "What the hell is going on!"

Everyone stopped and stared at Beca and Stacie. Amy was the first to speak. "They're traitors. The lot of them."

"Who's traitors? What are you talking about, Amy?"

"These tit bags want to go to that stupid festival circus thing! At Barden!"

"Wait, what?" Beca asked. "Why is that causing a fucking riot in my living room?"

"Because, Shawshank!"

"Ok. No. Tell me what happened." Stacie said.

Emily piped in then. "We were all talking, and Jessica and Ashley voiced how they would like to go to the Barden thing. Flo and I want to go too. I mean. Not because we don't support you, Beca. Of course we do. But this is for the Bellas. All of the Bellas. I was trying to get everyone to calm down, but Amy attacked Jessica, and CR went off on Flo and then Lilly started chasing me with a knife and now I think I have soiled your rug." Emily saw Lilly smile at her.

Lilly whispered in Emily's ear. "I was just trying to cut the tag off of your shirt. I'll remember to voice that when I travel back, again."

Emily's face went blank. She reached behind her back, and sure enough, the price tag was still on her shirt. She chose to ignore the last part of Lilly's sentence, but she felt much better and let her shoulders relax.

Beca sighed. "Look guys. I'm not upset or mad that you want to go. You're free to do as you please, obviously. I won't think any less of you. I swear. Please, don't miss it just because of me."

"Really? You're really ok with it?" Emily asked.

"Yes. Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well. Because of Chloe."

"Legacy. Listen to me. The Bellas were more than just me and Chloe. I don't expect you to not go just because I won't be. You're all leaving in a couple days anyways right? It's not like I'll know." Beca laughed.

"Well." Amy piped in. "They might be leaving, but I'm not. I'm staying right here with you Short Stack. I've found me a house."

"Amy. You hate it here."

"Not true. Have you seen all of the yummy bodies on the beach? Between legs over there and myself, we'll be busy for years to come. Plus I'm pretty sure I just have to walk through town a few more times, and I'll be asked to be in the next big movie! How could anyone resist throwing my sexy fat ass on the big screen?"

Everyone laughed at that. Amy always was able to break up the tension.

"I'm not leaving either, actually." Stacie said. "I can work from anywhere. I'm staying."

"Shit cap. I'd stay too if I didn't have to get back to the base. You know that right?"

"I know, CR. I don't blame you. I get it completely." Beca said. "I just want to say, thanks. Thank you. All of you. For showing up, ya know? And I promise, once you leave, I won't change my number. And I plan on sending you all completely inappropriate messages at random times of the day."

Stacie waited until the rest of the girls went to bed to confront Beca. It took forever. Hours of ridiculously mind numbing conversation. She loved catching up with the girls, but she heard all of this before. They were mainly talking to Beca. Trying to catch her up on the last three years of their lives. Beca didn't add much to the conversation. She just sat, listening intently, so Stacie kept thinking about the conversation she needed to have with the smaller girl. She thought about it quite a bit, she knew Beca had to have a reason for being so calm. For being so forgiving. She didn't snap at Aubrey at all. It didn't make any sense. Aubrey had kept so much from Beca, how could she not be mad at her?

Finally, hours later, all of the girls went off to bed. Beca went to leave for her room, but Stacie stopped her. "Beca. Can I talk to you?"

Beca sighed and plopped back down on her couch. "Sure Stace, what's up?"

"Well. That's what I want to ask you. Look." Stacie sighed, trying to calm her nerves for this conversation. "I know we haven't been around each other in a long time. But I know you, Beca. At least I thought I did. You have been acting. Well. A bit too calm. I mean, you let Aubrey off with not even a scowl today. What the fuck was that? Are you seriously not mad at her?"

"No, Stace. I'm not mad at her. I had some time to think about it. Honestly, I can't even blame her for not telling me."

"What?! Are you serious right now? She was supposed to be your friend too, Beca!"

"Yeah. Yeah I get that. But Aubrey and Chloe have been friends since they were in diapers. The only reason Aubrey and I even talked was because of Chloe. They might as well be sisters. I don't think that Aubrey approved of Chloe cheating on me, and I am really surprised that she never confronted Chloe. I don't get that part, but I do get her not telling me. If your sister were cheating on her husband, would you tell him? Would you go behind Irene's back and tell Josh?"

"That's not the same thing."

"How is it not? You hang out with Josh just as much as I used to hang out with Aubrey. You talk about the same type of shitme and Aubrey used to talk about. The main connection you have with him is Irene. If you caught her cheating, would you tell him?"

Stacie was shocked. She didn't have an answer. She wanted to say 'yes, of course I would!' but, would she? Probably not. Would she ask her sister about it? Absolutely. But would she be the one to tell Josh? Would she betray her sister because she was cheating? Stacie liked Josh. She really did. But she loved Irene. She had her back no matter what. She would stand by her side, no matter what. "Shit."

"Exactly. Don't you get it, Stace? Yeah, Aubrey is here, probably trying to get me back with Chloe because she feels like she let her best friend down, not me. She probably blames herself for not stopping Chloe. Which is insane! I know it's insane. What happened is no one's fault but Chloe's. But this is Aubrey Posen we are talking about. She thinks she can control everything. And when something fucks up, she wants it fixed her way. Hell, she probably really thinks she's here to help me. And in some twisted way, she might be. But this is about her fixing her mistake with her best friend, in some roundabout way. She's kind of a mess." Beca laughed.

"So. You're ok with her trying to get you and Chloe back together?" This was the part that Stacie feared most. She didn't want Beca to be broken again. Well. Not that she was all better now, but still. She had let Beca go when Chloe did. She regretted it, but she was trying to move forward. She was trying to get her friend back. She had considered Beca her best friend. But sitting here thinking about it. She never actually treated Beca as one. She completely turned her back on Beca, and that made her feel horrible. Even Amy was trying to track Beca down a few months ago. Why hadn't Stacie searched for Beca? Why did she shun her so easily?

If Beca was her best friend, shouldn't she have pushed everything else aside and been there for her like Aubrey was for Chloe? Stacie confided in Beca about her biggest fears and doubts. Beca knew things about her that no one else did. So why did Stacie let her go. Because you're in love with her you idiot! Yeah. Probably. But then wouldn't that have made me go after her? I mean. She was finally single. Wouldn't I have went after her. No. Because if Beca could cheat on Chloe then she could definitely cheat on me. I mean. Chloe is so bubbly and loveable. How can I compete with that? What the hell can I offer Beca? That's why. That's why I got so pissed at Beca. When I thought Beca cheated on Chloe, it made me realize that I would never be good enough for her. And that pissed me off. How does that even make sense? God, I'm so fucked up. And now? Obviously I know Beca didn't cheat. But does that really change anything? I mean, could I be better than Chloe? I shouldn't even be thinking about this! Beca is in no place to be with anybody! Stop being such a horn dog, Conrad!

"Stace!" Beca was snapping and waving in front of Stacie's face. "Hello! Earth to Stacie. Are you in there?"

"Huh? What? Uh. Yeah. Shit, sorry. What were you saying?"

"I said, of course I'm not ok with it. And then you just kind of blacked out on me. You good? You ok?"

"Yeah. Sorry. Just wrapped up in my head for a minute. Sorry. So. You're not ok with it, but yet you want Aubrey to stay?"

Beca sighed. "Look. I don't really know what I want. Not really. I've been trying. You guys have helped me so much, even Aubrey, I really need to give her a chance. I fucked up by disappearing. I know that. So I need to give her a chance. Chloe may have been cheating on me for six fucking months, but I can't hold that against Aubrey. If she says that she wants to be my friend, then how can I stop her from trying when she went through so much crap to be here?"

"Yeah. About that. Aubrey was wrong."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean." Stacie sighed. She really wished she could have a drink, but that was obviously out of the question. "Chloe wasn't seeing that guy for six months." Stacie went on to tell Beca everything that she knew. Everything that Chloe told her. She wasn't sure how Beca was going to take this information, but she knew she deserved the truth.

"So. Wait. So she cheated on me with two different guys? What the fuck?" Beca shot up from her spot on the couch and started pacing the room. "Am I that fucking horrible, Stacie? Like what the actual fuck? I know I'm not the most attractive person in the world, but, Jesus! I should've known. She was too good to be true. How could someone like that really love me? I'm so fucking sarcastic. I'm broody. I'm horrible at communication. I'm so fucking awkward. I should've known I wouldn't be good enough for her. Fuck. I did know, actually. I told her that. I told her in the beginning that she would get tired of me. She swore she wouldn't. Swore she loved me. That's where I fucked up. I believed her. I let her convince me that I was better than how I actually saw myself. Why did I do that, Stacie? If I would've just listened to myself, I wouldn't have bored her for three fucking years. I should've been a better friend to her, and just walked away. At least then she wouldn't have wasted so much of her fucking time with me. I mean-"

Stacie had enough and jumped up too. She grabbed Beca by her arms and forced her to stop pacing and to look at her. "You stop, right fucking now. Are you listening to yourself? Seriously? You sat there and said you couldn't blame Aubrey for Chloe's fuck up, and yet, here you are. Blaming yourself. How does that make sense? You are awesome, Beca. Yeah, you have issues, but who the hell doesn't? And seriously? You are smoking hot! Looks had nothing to do with it! Chloe was supposed to know you. She should've talked to you if she was having issues, but she chose not to. You're not a mind reader, Beca. Hell, she knows you're terrible at reading signs. She flirted with you for years. She had to literally tell you that she wanted you, in order for you to see it. She should've known that she had to say something in order to fix it. You spent freshman through junior year completely oblivious to her feelings. How could she possibly think that you would just guess that something was wrong. Stop blaming yourself. Just stop."

Beca fell into sobs while Stacie held her. "I just don't know how to feel, Stacie. I know she fucked up. I know I should hate her. I don't though. I miss her. I miss how she made me feel. No one looks at me the way she used to look at me. She used to make me feel like I was the only person in the world. She used to kiss me like she needed it to live. How am I ever going to find that again? How am I ever going to be able to trust anyone ever again? Chloe fucking Beale, love incarnate, fucking cheated on me. If I was able to push her away, how is anyone else going to stand me?"

Stacie's heart was breaking and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. She couldn't tell Beca that she thought she was the most beautiful person in the world. She couldn't tell her that she loved her sarcasm and awkward tendencies. She couldn't tell her, because Beca wouldn't believe her. She couldn't tell her that every time Beca smiled, her knees went weak. How that smirk made her heart melt. How her quick one liners made Stacie's heart flutter. But she wished she could. She wished Beca saw her the way she saw Beca. Stacie couldn't do that to herself. Especially not after Beca practically just admitted that she was still in love with Chloe. Maybe Aubrey was right. But. No. No she wasn't because Chloe doesn't deserve Beca. Chloe held the most precious treasure in her hands, and threw it away like garbage. She didn't deserve the love that Beca held for her. Beca may be in love with Chloe, but Chloe clearly isn't in love with Beca. If she were, she wouldn't have been able to do that. Stacie would've never done that. If Beca were to take Chloe back, Beca would only get hurt again. Stacie may not be able to have Beca, but that doesn't mean that Chloe should.

I'll just help Beca find someone better. I love her. She deserves to be happy. Truly fucking happy. "Beca, sweetie, listen to me. You're feeling all of this now, because you didn't let yourself feel it three years ago. You need to go through the whole breakup stage. You will find someone. You will love someone. And they will love you. Because you are loveable, Beca. Don't let what she did fuck with your head. Don't let her beat you down."

Beca sniffled and pulled away from Stacie. "If only you saw me like that. Maybe I wouldn't have wasted the last six years of my life."

"What?" Stacie went frigid. Her face paled. She could feel cold sweat running down her back.

"Nothin, Stace. I'll see you later. I've gotta try to sleep. I'm exhausted. This has been the longest day ever."

Stacie shook it off. "Yeah. Sure. Night Beca." Stacie watch Beca leave and head upstairs. She didn't mean it like that, Stacie. Calm the fuck down. It's just something friends say. 'If only we liked each other, that'd be so much easier.' People say that kind of shit to their friends all the time. But that's not what she said. No, but that's what she meant. She's just tired. Get over yourself, Conrad.

Stacie headed up the stairs and into her own room. Once she was done with her night time rituals she plopped down on her bed. Well. Beca was right about one thing. This was the longest day ever. She closed her eyes and started counting backwards from 100 over and over again. She couldn't let her mind focus on Beca. If she did, she would never sleep. After about the 30th time counting, she finally dozed off into a restless sleep.