"Doggy CPR"

Beca was rudely awoken by an offending noise currently blaring in her right ear. She clawed at her pillow, flinging the ringing phone onto the floor and turned to lie on her stomach. The noise stopped and the brunette was sinking her face into the mattress, intent on returning to sleep, until she felt the pounding in her head and the unpleasantness in her stomach.

God, how much did I drink last night?

Stacie had called her last minute the night before, demanding Beca "get her ass out" to celebrate the start of her vacation. Beca couldn't help but roll her eyes and scoff at the absurdity of it; Stacie had a week off work to visit her family in Vermont, who in the right mind wanted to drink to that?

It's safe to say the DJ wasn't a huge fan of 'quality time with the family' or whatever that meant, plus she had a bad experience in Vermont this one time.

Beca's Mom had walked out on her when she was sixteen; just left a young and naive Beca with a food order in a busy pizza place and never came back to get her. She'll never forget the embarrassment and shame she felt sat on the cold plastic of the waiting bench as the manager of the store rang her Father.

There was a lot of confusion and hurt inside her that Beca never really addressed, was she that bad of a kid that her Mom actually abandoned here and never tried to contact her again? It was then she decided she wasn't going to depend on anyone else ever; it ensured she never had to experience that pain again.

The text tone alerted Beca her phone actually did still exist, as she draped a hand over the mattress and blindly searched for it. When she finally had it in her grasp, Beca brought the screen to her face, scanning the message preview with one eye, whilst the other one remained tightly shut.

Stacie [11:43] You agreed to letting Rex out whilst I'm away last night and feeding him, so you better get up and keep your word.

The woman jerked upright in her bed, rereading the message with closer care – she was tricked. She knew that celebrate my "family break" was a crock of shit. Beca shook her head in dismay, as if she even bought into that? And no wonder Stacie was buying all the rounds.

Wow, Mitchell, all the signs were there and you didn't even pick up on them!

Her phone buzzed again.

Stacie [11:43] Yes I played you. Get over it and walk my dog, Becs!

Beca hated Stacie's dog. It was a little Chihuahua called Rex for god's sake. The thing drooled on her, barked whenever she wore her headphones and thought the sun shone out of Stacie's ass.

Beca wasn't a dog person either.

She wasn't sure how she managed to take care of herself, never mind be responsible for a dog for a week.

"Fuck" she mumbled before getting out of bed.

XXX

Beca had been looking after Stacie's dog for the last six days and it had gone strangely well. Once both of them had gotten over the initial shock of each other's company, they fell into a steady routine of walking and feeding, as well as watching television together.

Rex would stand awkwardly in her lap for an hour, his head obstructing Beca's view of the screen, before he finally felt comfortable and fell asleep. When Stacie had suggested staying for evenings, the brunette had literally told her to get lost.

She had better things to do; like watch television in her own apartment without a dog on her knee.

But after the first few nights, Beca actually found it cute and amusing.

"I am never admitting that to Stacie, alright?" she mumbled to the Chihuahua during a commercial break.

That was another thing; she actually spoke to him – it was all too weird and she was more than thrilled that her best friend would be returning the next day.

Beca was settling further into the sofa when she felt Rex jerk forward. He was quickly on his paws and standing on the cushion beside her. Suddenly he was making choking noises that sounded very alarming to a now panicked Beca.

Before she could even begin to think straight, she was up and running for the phone, stabbing nine one one into the house phone – wait, he's a dog?

She quickly hung up after two and half rings and rushed back over to the couch. Rex was currently walking in circles, still making the same noise as before. Beca paced the length of the couch, flailing her hands around, "What is it, buddy? Tell me what's wrong?"

Before she could scold herself for that stupid remark, the Chihuahua slumped onto the couch and hung his head over the sofa as he made more gagging sounds.

Suddenly Beca sprung into action, running out of the apartment and frantically knocking on the apartment door across from Stacie's with a serious sense of urgency.

Before the redhead on the other side had a chance to open her door fully, Beca was forcing it open and spitting out a rushed and high pitched sentence, "I think Rex is dying, you need to save him before Stacie murders me!"

The other woman furrowed her eyebrows together, wrapping the robe she was wearing around her chest before letting out a groggy, "What?"

"Look, do you know doggy CPR or not, dude? If not I'll do it myself!" she exclaimed, before turning around and sprinting back into Stacie's apartment, her best friends neighbour not too far behind.

As Beca reached the couch she gestured to the "dying" dog and jutted out her chin.

Wait, why wasn't he dying anymore?

Rex was curled up in the dent Beca had previously made on the seat, his eyes closed and an almost content look on his face, but Beca might be looking too hard...

"Wait, he was, like, choking?" she mumbled quietly, sounding confused and unsure.

"I- I swear he was just..." she stopped midsentence, looking at the redhead she had clearly woken up and rudely forced into the apartment.

Before the other woman could respond, two police officers were lightly knocking on the door, their eyes doing a quick sweep of the lounge before they found Beca's.

"We had a nine one one call from this apartment around ten minutes ago, is everything alright, ma'am?" he asked formally.

Beca was instantly lowering her head in embarrassment and hoping the hardwood floor would just swallow her up immediately. She looked up slowly and nervously scratched the back of her neck.

"Um, yeah, the dog did it" she stuttered out, "I mean, he sat on the phone" she added quickly, praying they would at least feel sorry for her and leave.

"OK, just make sure you keep it out of his reach next time."

She let out a long sigh of relief, as both of them turned to leave, closing the door and leaving a now healthy Rex, a stranger and Beca alone again.

"You called the cops?" the redhead asked the minute the door was closed.

Beca shooed Rex off the couch with a frown and a quiet "stupid dog."

"Look, I'm sorry I hammered on your door and rushed you over here" she sighed, bringing her hands to cup her face.

"You called the cops?" she asked again, but this time her tone seemed less confused and more amused.

Beca sat up to look at her, "Look, I panicked, OK?"

"Doggy CPR" she laughed out, dropping down next to a blushing Beca on the couch.

"Chloe, right?" Beca asked, slightly annoyed, clinging to any attempt to change the subject.

"Yeah, Beca the dog sitter?" she questioned with a smirk.

Beca nodded.

"And how's that going for you?" Chloe stifled out, trying not to laugh.

"Shut up" was all Beca could manage, feeling the embarrassment in the form of a crimson blush on her cheeks.

Chloe stopped laughing at that, resting a comforting hand on her arm, "Well I thought it was cute" she whispered with a reassuring smile.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah" Chloe confirmed, relaxing into the sofa, without retracting her hand.

XXX

A/N: I've had this dog sitting in my head for a while now, but I wasn't really sure where I wanted it to go, but then I had this idea, so...

This was supposed to be funny, if I completely failed at doing that, I'm sorry!