Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Perfect or Drive By.

Oh I was overwhelmed and frankly scared as hell,

Because I really fell for you.

Drive By – Train

Chloe had arrived somewhat early, ordered her drink and Beca's, and sat down. Her fingers tapped on the side of the table to the song playing softly through the café's speakers. Her cheek was propped against her hand and she stared unseeingly at the door, her mind idly wondering of Beca and the town she had left behind.

She didn't see Beca slide in the booth across from her. "Hey, um, you there?" Beca interrupted awkwardly.

Chloe looked at her and shook her head, opening her eyes wide and raising her eyebrows momentarily. "Oh my god, sorry. I just zoned out," she apologized.

Beca's lips pulled into a tight smile. "No worries."

A long pause ensued and Chloe heard her number being called. "Oh, yeah, I got a coffee for you," she said, standing.

Beca shrugged and watched at Chloe grabbed the two cups from the barista. Chloe made her way back over and sat, sliding Beca's drink over and lifting her own from the table. "I got a white chocolate mocha," she said.

"You always loved white chocolate. Remember when I used to give you all my white chocolate for your equivalent in milk chocolate?"

Chloe wrinkled her nose. "And we gave our parents our dark as a way to butter them up," she recalled.

Beca chuckled but her laughter quickly stopped as she cut herself off and stared at Chloe for a moment. "What are we doing?" she asked, motioning between them. "Friends? Enemies?"

"Frenemies," Chloe joked, but turned serious as she caught Beca's expression. "Whatever you want," she shrugged, taking a light sip of her mocha.

Beca frowned. "You know I can't really fully forgive you for what you did – "

"I understand, Beca. What I did was a really dick move – multiple dick moves, actually – and I'm sorry. I can say that over and over again. I'm not saying we have to be friends, but I just want to know that you can at least tolerate my presence. I regret everything, Beca. I do wish I had stayed your friend and maybe you won't believe that, but I'm saying it in all honesty."

Beca leaned back, taking in Chloe's presence. Sure, she was pissed at the redhead. She messed up her life in high school and made her feel insecure about herself. Her mean words had torn her down for two years. However, they had been friends for seven years before. Chloe had thrown their former friendship away, though.

"No," Beca said finally.

Chloe winced but nodded solemnly. "I understand," she muttered, glancing at her cup and taking a large gulp.

"I mean – I – well, I don't just let people right in," Beca tried.

"I understand," Chloe repeated.

Anger flashed briefly in Beca's eyes before she caught Chloe's distraught expression. "You don't. What I mean is – I – you hurt me a lot. And I am tolerating your presence right here. But I think it's probably best if you can show me that you've actually changed. I want to actually see it."

Chloe brightened. "Beca, I promise, I'm not the same person. I'll try to show you as much as I can."

Although Beca didn't understand what that statement meant exactly, she faintly registered Chloe's hand enveloping hers. Once she realized that had happened, her cheeks blushed red and her hand burned at the contact. She flinched slightly, but Chloe took it in stride, pulling her hand away and showing no reaction at Beca's obvious discomfort. "Okay," Beca replied warily.

"Okay," Chloe confirmed, grinning.

Chloe's grin was contagious and Beca found herself fighting down a smile of her own. Beca looked self-consciously away as she realized Chloe was still smiling at her.

"Well, I should get going," Chloe broke the silence, pulling out her phone and handing it to Beca. "Number please," she commanded.

Beca looked at her questioningly but typed in her number regardless. Chloe grabbed her phone and added her as a contact, quickly typing a text to the number.

Beca's phone rumbled in her pocket, playing a few strands of 'Titanium,' to which Chloe squirmed noticeably. "Yeah, I should really get going," she said again, gulping down the rest of her coffee and nearly sprinting out of the café.

"Bye," Beca mumbled.

Chloe called a casual goodbye off her shoulder as she ran off. Beca took a deep breath and leaned forward, burying her head in her hands. Only then did she notice she hadn't touched her coffee. She took a long sip and her mouth dropped open.

Even though it was now colder, her mouth was taking in the delicious taste of the drink she so often drank. The buttery sweetness of the caramel and fluffy whip cream dancing across her lips filled her mouth with a burst of her favorite coffee and most likely her favorite flavor of any drink.

Chloe had remembered her order.

What's up? Sorry for the inconsistent updating; I was trying to finish this about three days earlier but I had some work to finish and yup. Here it is now. I'm still really sorry but maybe you're satisfied with this…?

Anyway, I'll try getting the next update up sooner so you don't have to wait as long as you did for this one.

-PPF