Authors Note: Bechloe rules my life, i wish that Pitch Perfect 2 would make my dream come true, and make it happen, cause we all know it's gotta happen amiright? Am i right?Okay ahem on with the story.


You thought you'd die on that plane for a second there-but you feel you could die from embarrassment here, some joke-the first step into Australia- Hobart International Airport instead of stepping on foot you do it on top of a wheelchair.

it's some sort of protocol they insist but you have a feeling Jesses' got something to do with it-he's trying not to laugh as you are wheeled into the arrival gate.

You don't mean for it to happen, all you did for the latter part of that whole plane ride was sleep but you feel yourself start to drift off, along to the steady hum, the movement of the wheels beneath you, lulled by the feeling of being propelled forward and not having to make any effort to do so.

"Beca-" you are jolted from your sleep, that sounded like...

"Beca Mitchell" Chloe comes running up to you and you are wide awake now... she seems really happy to see you.

See, no need to be worried...not at all

"Isn't this exciting, look at you-" Her smile falters, your sure she gives you a disapproving look as she takes in you attire the normal Beca Mitchell Wear-it's not in that kind Chloe way, you almost feel like she's judging you, looking down on you. You look at her in a two piece expensive business suit, you can't help it your heart still skips a beat, she's still so beautiful, but not quite what you remembered. Her hair in a severe bun, in her arm an Hermes bag, you see that practically everything she owns is branded and you notice that she makes it a point to keep the side with the brand logo right-side up,

"You look-well, you always look nice... new look?"

"Oh thanks, Of course in my line of work as an established real-estate agent ...We sell all over but mostly in Beverly Hills I'm there every other third week of the month oh yes what was i saying, oh yeah appearances, looking respectful well, it's everything don't you think? You however...well you look exactly the same" her voice has this hard edge to it. Almost sly and mean.

"It's what i'm comfortable in"

"hmm-well to each her own i guess" She mumbles, you think it's her way of not trusting herself not to say anything rude something that you'd never expect from the old Chloe...but this apparently was the new one. She then glances at her wristwatch it's not even sleek it's gaudy the kind people wear so that people notice it-it's expensive but not classy. She then looks around probably looking for someone better to talk to maybe one of the other Bella's, someone more up to her taste her new standards.

"Can you believe Particia's getting married?" she doesn't quite let you talk sounding interested only in herself, and she doesn't quite look you in the eye.

"Yeah Fat Amy i'm so happy for her and Benji, like that came out of nowhere, who could've seen that one coming"

"Who could have seen any wedding coming, i mean Come on, out of all the Bella's-i thought she'd be last...well at least not until after me."

You feel this spike of annoyance, of anger for everything, for Amy, for all the dreams you've kept dear and in for this one moment where you see that 5 years has changed everything-erased all hope, turning Chloe into the worst thing you can ever imagine, better she belonged to someone else than this.

You stand up to give her a piece of your mind, to defend Amy...to whack her in the head and hopefully knock some sense into her... you don't know

But what you don't expect is as soon as you do get on your feet, for you to feel faint to collapse and eventually black out.


"Beca, hey are you all right...please say your okay" It's Chloe again, but her voice sounds softer-not the unfeeling bitch she was earlier...man you thought Aubrey was bad. Chloe had been an absolute nightmare. You aren't happy that it takes you having to faint for her to return to normal. You think you hit your head on the way down, it really hurts your head's pounding feeling like the worst case of hang-over ever.

"Beca Mitchell, open your eyes you hear me?" she sounds close to sobbing.

"I'm glad i finally get your sympathy" her face is blurry but slowly coming into focus. You sit up, your head's still spinning. Weird she's wearing something different now, a reindeer sweater, it's cute, but it's a bit Mom-ish. She's pretty dressed down compared to earlier. Where you out for that long?

"So you fake a panic attack in order to be wheeled out into the Airport in a wheelchair? What's wrong with you Beca" She' furious now, oh god that face is not the kind you ever wanted to come across, it scarily resembles that of your mother's.

"Huh-i mean what?"

"Jesse called us as soon as the plane landed telling us what happened to you... I know we haven't been in touch, but you can't scare us, scare me like that."

"I'm sorry Chlo" She's hugging you, you don't know what was up with her earlier, but you'll gladly take this, her hugging you all maternal-like comforting you as you start sobbing like a baby remembering the fear of not being able to recognize your own best friend.

"Okay baby, don't cry. " She called me baby "C'mon, come with me. So tell me what've you been up to?" She's finding whatever reason to touch you, it almost feels like old times her hand rubbing up and down your arm, resting on your shoulder as you walk your way through the hustle bustle of people...looking everywhere for everyone else, Jesse too, seemed to have disappeared.

"You know, i think some of my music has made it's way on to the radio waves and maybe some commercials." You name one, you're actually being very modest as your music career is just starting to go steady , in all cases your business is booming-your single has reached number one in all the Music Billboard Top 100s around the globe. Your sure Chloe of all people, has heard of it.

"No, i've actually been really busy nowadays" This is Chloe Beale she's supposed to love music as much as you. You guess she must be really busy with work and all that, for her to not even have the time to listen to a radio. You don't mean to sound conceited but that song's everywhere, being played so often, you were actually getting tired of hearing it.

"Don't you get a break from work, I'm sorry if they're working you too hard" You say trying to sound sympathetic, but Chloe not listening to any kind of music at all is as disturbing as her being a stuck-up bitch.

"Well i do love them, but they can be a handful at times..with all my boys you know?"

"What, wait what are you talking about, I'm confused, i thought you worked in Real-Esate. Do you do- have something on the side, like you know at night?

Okay this is what Chloe did to channel her frustration from work, to express herself-she was a Stripper?

Not the worse picture in mind but what- this whole meeting Chloe again thing, was getting really really bizarre.

"No," she laughs, "I thought you knew... I'm married" what a stab to the heart "-and a full time Mom to three beautiful boys" twist the blade why don't you? Okay the whole conversation didn't make anymore sense than it did before she had just said she was in real estate...what is happening?

"There they are here's Luke Jr, Lucas, Lucky" The boys are scrambling all over their mother wanting to be picked-up first, they all look like Merida's siblings from Brave, they act like them too, running this way and that but Chloe is cooing over them. She has turned into that kind of mother cooing at her children "Aren't they just wonderful" as they caused destruction wherever they went

"Wait you are married, you take a gasping breath "-to Luke?"

"Yes, for three years now, we met again in a coffee shop in New York the first day i moved in. You try to drown out how content, how in love she sounds. "There he is- now," You see Luke gamely chasing after the boys, he stops to give Chloe a kiss and gives you a "Whatup Becky?" and a pat on your shoulder, before resuming chasing the little monsters scooping them up in the air one by one, roaring like a bear in the process.

"He's a good Dad"

"Yeah-we didn't plan it though, but he just couldn't keep his hands off of me"

Okay whatever happened to too much information and oversharing.

"And even when it broke, we couldn't stop"

"Why are you still talking? Please stop talking, PLEASE!" You are closing your eyes, Chloe isn't listening...she's too lost in this whole life that she had created without you, and unlike you who kept a torch burning hanging on to all those memories, She never took a second to glance black.


You uncover your ears and get out of the crouching position you didn't realize you had gotten into. And everything is thankfully and mercifully silent.

You're by yourself in an empty airport, no one's there to greet you when you arrive, to hug you, to kiss you. You are all alone... something you've been afraid of and just accepted for yourself- your whole life. And it's really true this time. You are alone.

You start crying, you haven't done this in the longest time, cry with abandon. Not caring who hears. You're alone right? No one cares how you suffer with the thought that Chloe might as well be one of those persons.

A person who had gone though days, weeks, months,years without thinking of you.

A person that had gone through her new life normally, unaffected by your absence... like you had never even been in it- been a part of it.

One, who will never be- as changed, as moved as you were by her. The impact devastating, irreparable and permanent.

When you feel like you've cried every ounce of bitterness, heartbreak and hurt-you clean yourself up and get your bearings, calm yourself down, using the slow deep-breathing techniques Claire taught you, as you finally get yourself together.

"This is a dream, wake up Beca! This isn't real the past two events were all dreams" You are screaming, your voice hoarse.

But you can beat this-Chloe as an unfeeling mean sourpuss of a woman, and Chloe married to Luke those were just dreams. You are in a dream your dream, and you are the master of it.


Okay this was getting way way way out of hand

a dream wthin a dream within a dream, this was worse than inception. You are feeling royally mind-fucked, You- however don't need one of those objects, like the turning thing of Leonardo DiCaprio's character, to know you are still stuck in one.

You are preparing yourself for the amount of emotional strain that'll come if you run in to yet another one of Chloe's Alternate Universe-selves.

But you give a sigh of relief when you dream-wake to find you are in your own bed naked. You feel movement behind you as Chloe's arm slides around your waist like it belonged there and burying her face into your neck as you spoon-something you've always loved-the memory you still keep, somehow in the back of your mind that comes again only in sleep; the press of her whole length against you, the feeling of her breath on your skin.

"That feels nice " you say drowsily, allowing yourself this peace as opposed to the trauma of earlier. You groan as you start feeling her hand move, but your realise the hand skimming across your skin feels all kinds of wrong you open your eyes and there's a silent scream of terror just waiting to come out.

There 's a naked Jesse touching you caressing your face, your neck, his hand moving lower to your...

Jesus-wake me up, NO no no!

You are full-out screaming as you wake up, this time you think it's the real thing .

You don't like attention and yet, everyone is looking at you-the girl in the wheelchair screaming her head off kill me now you think.

You glance around you, trying to make sense of everything. It's difficult though...that was more than freaky, especially the last one. You are certain that you are traumatized for life,

You woke up in a fairly secluded area far off from the side of the luggage carousel... the conveyor belt thing- away from the endless flow of people, as to not get into the cross-fire,the traffic in the arrival area. You see that Jesse's picking up the luggage but everyone is still looking at you questioningly, with concern,

"I'm vocalizing for a-a stage production here, it's called um the Kangassasins of Tasmania and i'm kangassasin number two, it's a small part but i take my role very seriously..." You say to the nearest people, the others who by the end of your whole sentence have moved on and have started other conversations, chatting about other things but there are some who question you, grill you for details about the Play, You can't believe this would be interesting for them, okay, maybe you can.

It's something about this trip, this whole wedding reunion that's making everything, you mostly, all messed-up and out of sorts in general.

When you get rid of the last of them, Jesse rushes up to you, "What's wrong-another dream?" he wheels you closer to your things he's having it put on a baggage cart and he's being aided by one of the airport staff-you believe you'll be giving him a tip later on.

"More like a nightmare, you were in it, it was the worst thing i experienced ever. You have no idea, i think it would put me off sleeping for many many days." You say, as you, Jesse, and the man pushing your luggage or was it baggage cart make your way pass the customs check area.

"Oooh-" he looks intrigued "-was i getting in with some Bechloe action?" Jesse as a boy was better than the most of them at the most sensible times but he still couldn't help being one from time to time. You don't really see what is it about girl-on-girl that make men act like complete horn dogs, Sure lesbians could find it hot, and bi's-but there's something about the way Jesse is practically drooling probably imagining you and Chloe right now that just made you feel dirty all over.

You reach out and smack him right on his arm "Any chance you could stop being a pig?"

"Any chance i could get in on it in real life"-you know he's joking with you but it makes you miss the times when he wasn't so crass-when he still tried to impress you...you really wish you'd smacked him harder-another thing about having him as a guy friend you could try to hurt him however you liked, slapping, punches and he never seemed to get hurt...he compared your swatting to that of a mosquito bite, you barely felt it till you saw the marks later on.

You don't go for the obvious kryptonite that is his jewels firstly Ew and second, because that would seem mean and unfair.

" One, Don't call us Bechloe, no wait there is no us, so just Stop. Can you?" You try to roll the wheels with your hands like you've seen in movies, trying to get away but you don't get very far. It's so much harder than it looks and Jesse quickly catches up with you.

"Now that was a valiant attempt, but take it easy alright" he grips on to the handles of the wheelchair in order to push you but you try moving again...

"Jesse, in case you didn't see, I was trying to get away from you! Just give me some space" Your frustrated now as he is pulling you back, and it's no use even with how much you are trying, you aren't even moving anymore. "Just go" you say, tiredly.

"Hey, you can't tell me what to do, well you can, you are technically my boss but i'd like to think you asked me here as a friend, as a friendly favor. So no i think not-i can't just leave you to fend for yourself...and your little arms will get tired, besides who else is going to push you...to the brink of insanity, that is"

He thinks he's so clever

"Beca Mitchell what did you get yourself into this time"

"i think i just did," you say to Jesse before facing Aubrey taking her all in-she looks immaculate not a hair out of place but gone is the stiff, rigid uptight manner she used to carry herself with. She was just really unstable once- any minute ready to blow chunks. She instead gives you her what-am-i-to-do-with-you smile, but it's genuine and holds true fondness. She then bends down to give you a hug, and though it surprises you at first,you lean into it willingly, hugging her back knowing that you actually missed Aubrey Posen. You say it aloud cause it doesn't seem quite real.

"I actually quite missed you" Now you can say you've seen, heard everything.

"Same here, C'mon the girls are waiting in the car-Come and see" Here let me push." She walks along side Jesse as he hands over the reigns to her.

"Hey Bree." He says, his hands in his pockets, uncharacteristically shy.

"Hey Jesse, looking good" to think you almost forgot he was there, almost.

"You too, Bree" Wait a second, Bree? Looking good? When have these two ever been on speaking terms, much less known each other well enough to comment on looking good, unless-okay something smells fishy here

You feel like a little kid glancing up at it's parents from it's stroller, and it's annoying how apt that description is

"Ahem," you say trying to get the attention of either of the two, seemingly set on trying to break the record for longest-time-staring-at-each other-in-an-oh-so-aw-rendering-way

You are so gonna grill Jesse on this later.

"I think we have somewhere else to be...like right now" Sure you know you're interrupting a moment, but you can't wait to see Chloe now, armed with renewed conviction, determined to prove your dream wrong.

"Yes, oh right" She starts pushing you faster, regaining her excitement for you to see everyone.

You give Jesse the Beca stare-down,as you turn your head back trying to read his mind. You raise an eyebrow, questioning- He shrugs his shoulders.

"Hi Beca, long time no see" came the voice so familiar so heart-warming, you turn around and see her face just as you remembered it. Nothing more nothing less.

As she gathers you to her in an embrace, you feel like everything is gonna be okay-and as the rest of the people the rest of the girls surround you in a group hug, with chorus' of them saying they missed you... screaming your name, greeting you, hugging you, kissing you.

You know for sure now, that you are not alone, you never where.


Authors Note: I'm surprised by all the inspiration i'm getting in the process of writing these stories, i already have my next chapter for Never Know What She Means To Me, I Fell For The Girl That's On Tv up and ready to be posted within a few hours. And this one chapter came to me when i was doing the dishes and i rushed off to write it all down. I'm hoping that in my haste, i haven't messed anything up majorly.

So i really want to know, which dream have you liked-if any so far, or hated. Maybe give some suggestions-as there will be plenty more to come. And i'll need all kinds of ideas. like a Chloe and Beca dream as one of the characters in one of your favorite scenes in one of your favorite RomComs (okay that was random but that actually sounds good) The crazier the better i guess, i do want to make this story funnier and not all dramatic all the time. So yeah, till next time loves!