I don't own pitch perfect
Beca's POV
She talks a lot, laughs a lot, smiles a lot. It is a lot of everything for her. A lot of friends, a lot of things, a lot, a lot, a lot... When you first see her, you think she is your exact opposite. But you two still become friends. Well, who is not her friend? You never knew someone could have this much of friends. Maybe your and her definition of friends is not the same. You had a few friends throughout your life and that is it. Of course there were acquaintances, but that is not the same. You wonder how many would be there for her. In a time of need, Will all these people turn up at her doorstep? Somehow you can't seem to believe so. Does she know that? And that thought makes you worry about her... Feel protective of her... But you know it is silly. She is a grown up and she could very well take care of herself. But you worry anyways... Because you had seen the real Chloe Beal that day...
It is Stacie's birthday party and everyone is there. It is already past three and all you want is to leave. But Jesse is your ride back home and he is nowhere to be seen. And you see her leave through the back door. You are not sure what made you follow her, you just do. And find her crying in the backyard. She doesn't notice you first. And you know you are intruding, but you can't seem to leave her like that. You go back inside and get a box of tissue for her. She is still crying. You clear your throat to let her know you are there. She jerks her head and looks at you. She turns away and wipe her tears. You leave the box on the bench nearby and get back inside.
Jesse is back, but you don't leave yet. You wait half an hour more to see her come back in. She looks way better when she is back. It is as if nothing ever happened - but you know better. She doesn't look at you. You see her laughing to something Aubrey said. She is okay - for now. And you leave.
