2000 Miles

by omACAgee

Rising DJ internet sensation Beca Mitchell might so happen to fall in love with a cute, bubbly redhead fan of her's who's the ideal perfect girl. Problem is though, they live on opposite sides of the country with only technology keeping them in contact. Will their relationship last without the physical contact? BECHLOE LDR AU

20. Chapter 20

One more chapter my friends. I can't believe this story is actually almost finished. It's a bittersweet feeling, for sure, and can't thank you all enough for following along. All your comments, favorites and follows mean the world to me and really make my world go round.

Next chapter will be more of an epilogue type deal, probably not nearly as long as these past two chapters have been.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter, lovelies.

Songs used, "All We Know" by The Chainsmokers

(I DO NOT OWN PITCH PERFECT NOR THE SONGS MENTIONED)

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Chapter Twenty: New Rumors

Thursday November 24, 6:33 PM

Stuck between a rock and a hard place, Beca has no idea how to drop the bomb to Chloe that in a couple of hours, she'd be boarding a jet to fly back out to Los Angeles, leaving everything they planned and anticipated for so long to get dumped down the drain. And really, she doesn't even think there is a way she can say this, fluff it up a bit without the highlighted label on her forehead reading off the bold words, "I'm the world's worst girlfriend."

So even though it seems impossible, Beca tries her very hardest to say at least something to Chloe under the reassuring kisses to her temples and warm embrace that blankets over her entire body, but she isn't able to squeak anything out with the way her throat constricts once words are eventually formed. Crying though seems to be a breeze for Beca as she sheds the pent up tears mixed with all her frustrations and heartbreak that she has to leave into the chest of Chloe's shirt.

Seeing this, Chloe doesn't force anything on Beca just yet, which she is highly grateful for. Instead, Chloe comforts, and doesn't for a second even loosen her hold around Beca's frame, keeping her snug and close until she is finally ready to talk. When she is ready, Beca pulls her face away from Chloe's chest, eyes red, puffy and Chloe is there, staring a her with so much worry in those baby blues it almost breaks her apart all over again.

"You wanna tell me what's wrong?" Chloe's voice is quiet, keeping a low volume for Beca's sake. She takes one of her hands and pushes a strand of hair gently out of her girlfriend's face to hook snuggly behind her ear.

"I'm sorry," Is all Beca can get out right now, choked up by the thought of leaving and having to admit it out loud.

"What are you sorry for?" Though Chloe seems truly confused about what Beca could be sorry for, there's a reassurance laced in her voice and Beca feels safe under it.

"It's...my stupid job and fucking Jojo's manager that are ruining my life right now, and Jesus, I can't spend one fucking holiday away without there being something," Beca babbles, her hands flailing around in every directing, only adding to her amount of anger. Chloe nods her head as she takes everything in, but Beca can tell she is speaking a foreign language to the girl who knows only bits and pieces of what's going on.

"What is your job making you do?" Curiosity comes out as an all time high, but never does her worry for Beca start to fade.

Beca inhales all the air she can get before blowing it out slowly, mentally preparing for the worst. "I have to leave," her voice doesn't exceed pass a shaky whisper and her eyes have fallen to her lap where her hands are wrapped together to purposely miss the reaction once it catches up to Chloe, thumbs twiddling back and forth.

"What?" Chloe asks at the same volume, still tripped up over what was really going on but this time, she sounds more ill, and Beca wants to scream because she really doesn't want to repeat this again.

It hurt enough the first time saying those painful four words and chances are it will hurt even more the second time around.

"I have to leave," Beca repeats louder and makes the courageous decision to tear her gaze away from her hands and meet Chloe's stare, which is a mistake all together.

By the second, Chloe's eyes and body language deflate with sadness, stabbing Beca in the heart multiple times while she watches that once bright glow disintegrate. "Like….back to California?" There's no more confusion with this question, only disappointment, and that was the one thing Beca never, never wanted Chloe to feel towards her.

Beca nods her head, biting the inside of her cheek and raising her focus to the ceiling, blinking back the tears.

"Can I ask why?"

Because life seems to be a real bitch and does bitchy fucking things to me when I'm finally happy in life, Beca thinks to herself, wanting to answer the question with this, but decides to drop it, knowing for a fact Chloe won't appreciate the answer. So, she re-words her thoughts while her eyes connect back with Chloe's.

"Cassidy called me and said I have a meeting, supposedly with Jojo's manager to get a head start on the album." Beca hides the bitter taste when saying this well. She waits for Chloe to reply, but blue eyes fall hopelessly to her lap and if possible, Beca feels even more shittier than before.

"Chloe, I'm so sorry," Beca mutters again, heart crumbling more and more each time she opens her mouth.

"I understand," Chloe says quietly and the only reassurance Beca feels is the hand still wrapped tightly around her waist, rubbing soft circles at the bone. "I'm just upset you have to leave. This weekend was suppose to be for us."

"Please don't let me ruin your holiday weekend," Beca begs, not wanting to be the reason Chloe doesn't enjoy the time with her family because of her absence. She catches Chloe's eyes start to glimmer a glassy sheet of tears until she is shaking them away and forcing a small smile to her face.

"Let's just…..enjoy the time we have left together okay?" Beca only blinks, more expecting a crying fest with the abrupt, holiday ruining news she just announced to Chloe. "I know my family will want to squeeze out a few more questions before you leave." The hurt in Chloe's voice is evident but even with it, she doesn't waste a second before placing a lingering kiss to Beca's temple, standing up from her bed and offering a helping hand.

All Beca can do is follow Chloe up off the bed and out the door to her room. She knows they're not okay but spending the remaining hours she has is Florida talking about something that can't be changed is a waste of time when really, they could enjoy each other's presence while they have it.

Because truth is, who knows when the next time will be.

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Friday November 25, 6:35 AM (California time)

C: Hey baby. Landed?

B: Yeah just did actually. Driving back to the apartment now so I could rest.

C: How do you feel?

B: Awful. I don't want to be here; I want to be with you.

C: I wish you were here too. I miss you already, and I'm sure my mom does as well lol

C: Just….get your stuff done so you can get your cute butt back here okay? Next time, I'm not sharing you with no one.

B: Good because I'm all yours no matter what.

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Monday November 28, 10:34 PM

B: Please tell me you're still up right now?

B: Please? :-(

Monday November 28, 10:43 PM

C: I am now lol ;)

B: Thank God!

With confirmation that Chloe is in fact still up, she exits out of their messages in a hurry and dials up her number, desperate to hear the sweet sound of her girlfriend's voice. She throws off her laptop bag that is slung over her shoulders uncaringly and it lands somewhere around her room while she flops onto her bed exhausted from a day of nonstop moving.

"Hey you," Chloe's sleep voice already takes a toll on Beca's emotions, whirling her deep into the simple observation that this girl is the most adorable thing out there. A kitten like yawn sneaks its way through the line next before Chloe starts to speak again, "how was your day?"

Beca cranes her head to rest in her free hand with her elbows placed firmly into the mattress. "Long," she breathes; the only word that seemed appropriate for a description of how her day actually went. "Requirements for the in process album is driving me up a wall."

"Not doing so good? I bet everyone is demanding a new album ASAP with how great your last one did."

"Literally." Oh was that an understatement. It is like, Beca barely got any breathing room from the last album to this one before artists were demanding an album to be finished and served on a silver platter before summer of next year. "How was your day though? Sorry I'm calling so late. I really wanted to hear your voice."

"I'm glad you called, first day back is always kaotic. We are starting to make a line up for our winter recital. The kids are so excited to be singing Jingle Bell Rock, just because of Mean Girls," Chloe gushes, her voice heightening a couple octaves and it makes Beca's insides turn to mush at how excited Chloe tends to get when talking about her students. "Do you think you'll be able to make it?"

Beca scratches the top of her head, "it's the fourteen correct? The day before your Christmas Break?" Chloe hums, answering the question. "I don't know, babe. It depends on work. Sometimes I wish I was a teacher so I could get those couple weeks off for Christmas."

"Teaching does have its pluses I must say." Despite the clear sound of disappointment laced in Chloe's words as the answer to her previous question was something not preferred, she still manages to giggle. "We should talk about Christmas. What would you like to do?"

"Wanna come down here? Spend Christmas in LA on the beach? There won't be any snow on the ground but I'll make eggnog."

Chloe squeals loud and hitch pitched. "I love eggnog!" she admits in a child like tone. "And I love you but the cost of flying up there is just not possible."

Beca frowns, all the hope deflating from her body. "I guess you're right." But then lights up again at a thought. "I can pay for your ticket? You could just tell me what days work for you."

"I know my parents wanted to do something for Christmas, since Thanksgiving didn't go as planned," Chloe says after a sigh, shooting down all of Beca's suggestions. "There's no way you can fly down?"

"I mean, if I get majority of my work done with the album there's a slight possibility I could make it, but that's if I meet requirements before deadlines," Beca says, hating to always be the bearer of bad news. It was like no matter how hard she tried and wanted to make it for Chloe, possibly take a trip down to Atlanta or Florida, hoping for the next holiday not to get ruined like Thanksgiving was, making music seem to always get in the way. Never would she of thought that doing something she loved so much would start to feel like a chore instead of a hobby.

Beca's gut takes a brutal hit at Chloe's disappointed sigh. "Well hopefully you can come down, Beca. I miss you like crazy."

And boy does Beca wish the same thing.

"I miss you too, baby."

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Tuesday November 29, 1:35 PM

C: Hey baby :)

B: Hey trouble :-)

C: What are you doing?

B: Same thing I've been doing since six this morning :-(

B: Scanning every inch of YouTube for possible young and talented artists.

C: Oh well that doesn't sound too fun!

B: And you'd be correct. I wanna fork my eyes out I'm so bored.

C: Want some entertainment? Wouldn't want my girlfriend to die of boredom ;)

B: You already done with class?

C: Mhmm. Finished at three today since I had no papers to grade.

C: So I'm alone, at home and laying in bed with lots of tricks up my sleeve to entertain you

B: And what do you have in mind, Ms. Beale?

C: Mmm, I love it when you call me that ;)

C: Why don't you check your messages and find out

Arching a brow reading this message, her confusion is answered when a picture message from Chloe vibrates in her hand.

*New Picture Message from Chloe Beale*

Once she opens it though, she quickly finds out that it's not only Chloe, specifically her legs that are spread wide open and a lone hand just underneath a laced, navy blue thong but also, a video. Pressing play, Beca nearly almost explodes when she hears the soft moans of Chloe panting out her name in the back ground as the hand caught underneath that lacey material moves in a slow, circular motion and ending way too fast, if Beca's being honest. Toes curling in her shoes as Chloe's moans haunt her head now, tingling every inch of skin and lighting a fire in her stomach, she receives two more messages.

C: I'm thinking about you right now.

C: Looking at one of your pictures, touching myself and wishing it was you.

Beca can't even pinpoint what picture Chloe is talking about with the amount of pictures she has exchanged, both inappropriate and not during the span of three months talking. Sexting was a new thing Beca had discovered the first time her phone buzzed and she opened a message from Chloe, who happened to be topless and topless on purpose.

They'd send their own individual pictures randomly throughout the day when they're…..well….. horny.

And even though Beca wasn't the biggest fan of sending a naked picture, let alone taking one, she felt safe sending them to Chloe and she couldn't help but heat up at the thrill once she got past her insecurities and discovered how insanely hot it is.

B: Fuck

B: You look so wet

C: Mmmm yeah, baby

C: I'm so wet. I wish it was you touching me, you kissing me all over my body.

C: I need you, baby.

Beca can already feel the heat between her thighs almost triple in temperature as it radiates along her entire body, head to toe. Glancing around the room to find a possible escape route, Beca lands on the list of requirements and planned studio time with Jojo she has in approximately, five minutes, placed front and center on a sticky note that's slapped to her desk.

The only thing she wants to do is take a lunch break, zoom home and get into her bed to finish something Chloe just started when sending that very naughty video. She wanted to release all the built up tension from work, the album and being back in California by Chloe's whimpers as she comes in harmony through the phone, her name the last word dropped from Chloe's mouth.

But of course, that can't happen with the piles of work she has to do in office today, knowing if she were to take a "personal" break, there'd be no way she'd make it home in a reasonable time tonight, let alone Christmas.

B: I wish I was there.

B: I also wish I could really hear you moan my name till you're left physically breathless.

B: But I'm at work, and I have so much shit to do.

C: You sure you can't just….blow off work?

*New Video Message from Chloe Beale*

Beca full on drops her phone at the sent video this time as she watches Chloe pump two fingers in and out of her soaking core, throaty moans emitting back to back, one right after the other. A free hand sneaks up Chloe's stomach, pushing away any layer of clothing and Beca so should've expected Chloe to be braless.

Fingers pinch and pull over a hardened nub and it's the breaking point for Beca as she clenches her legs together, praying that she will get a grip on her hormones before she practically combusts.

B: Shit Chlo

B: You're so fucking hot

C: Think you could make some time for me?

B: God baby I wish I could.

C: :(

B: Can I make it up to you tonight?

C: Mmm, you promise?

B: I promise baby.

C: It's going to be hard to stop with you on my mind and this very naked and very sexy picture of you on my phone I can't stop looking at….butttt, I can wait a few more hours ;)

B: You're so dirty.

C: Just wait until tonight and I'll show you how dirty I really am

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Wednesday November 30, 12:03 AM

"Hi you've reached Chloe Beale! Sorry I cannot make it to the phone right now but if you leave your name and number, I totes promise to get back to you as soon as I can!"

* beep *

"Hey Chlo, sorry I'm calling so late after I specifically told you'd I'd call earlier. Roger kept me late with meetings and I had a spur of the moment iheart radio interview I had to attend for Diplo's album that Cassidy left me unaware of. You're probably sleeping taking that it's three in the morning in Georgia so just…..I'm sorry again and tomorrow is kind of hectic too with studio time so it may be hard to reach me but I'll try to sneak away." A hand runs through her hair as Beca exhales a heavy, exhausted sigh into the device. "I love you, Chloe."

*call ended*

Irritation is the initial emotion after hanging up the phone. Not so directed towards Chloe but more so of the fact she has been working like a guinea pig with endless chores to do in her life. It's like, one second she has to have a meeting with the A&R and schedule studio time for sessions with her artist, or polish tracks that every time listened she always finds something wrong with the song that she now has to cut and edit.

And don't even get her started with the press and interviews she has to do regarding her spot at the BMAs and Diplo's album.

Either way, whatever it is she has going on in the day and it seems to be always something, her time with Chloe has suffered significantly.

She misses Chloe; a tremendous amount.

But her job has the reign over her at the moment.

Hopefully this is just the climax to her life, and soon, everything will return back to normal and she'd be able to get more time to talk to Chloe without something getting in the way of that.

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Friday December 2, 10:24 PM

Turns out, by the day and closer they get to the BMAs, the busier Beca got, not the other way around. Freedom or a day off shouldn't even be considered because at this point, Beca believes the only free time she'll have is when she's dead.

And with the constant thing to do on her agenda list that has been filling up by the second, it left Beca with barely any spare time to talk to Chloe. Skype dates were cancelled for tonight and on Tuesday since she got off so late and Chloe was already sleeping. The only exchange in texting was a couple good morning, I miss you and goodnight texts, but nothing more than that.

Playing phone tag became the most popular thing to do between the both of them and when Beca finally got lucky and caught Chloe on a time she could talk in between classes, lunch, or whatever it was, something from her crazy life was notorious for sneaking up and biting her on the ass and when that happened, her phone conversation with Chloe would be cut short, much to her dismay, leaving her clueless about the next time she'd be able to call her girlfriend again when they'd both be free.

Things in the past were easy for them.

Well, as easy as they could make it for sure.

But once fame and Beca's status rose alarmingly around the globe, her freedom with her social life was diminishing. She doesn't even remember the last time she had an actual dinner night with Stacie where they would sit down and talk about their days, maybe watch some crappy reality TV over a plethora of junk food. All of her dinners considered of endless trips to whatever fast food joint was open at such late hours, especially when she traveled all around the state California.

She also doesn't remember the last time she had a legitimate conversation with her girlfriend other than the recorded, "how are you?" "Busy, how are you?" "Good, just missing you." "I miss you too." text messages they sent spaced out during the days. Half of her wishes she kept hermit, keeping her voice, her talent a secret from the rest of the world. By doing this, she'd be another face in the crowd and definitely wouldn't have the demands she does now.

Schedules wouldn't be crunched; she'd have more flexibility when it came to her days and more importantly, she'd have the chance to talk to her girlfriend that was already hard enough with the time difference between states when now planned voicemails are practically scripted.

That's all she really wants.

Is it too much to ask?

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Sunday December 4, 11:37 AM

B: Hi, I need to talk to you.

S: Sup munchkin? You good?

B: Actually, I'm not.

B: You see Chloe's snapchat lately?

B: Preferably the last hmmmmm hour or so?

S: Checking now!

S: Oh boy….

B: What is she doing hanging out with Tom, Stacie?

S: I have no idea.

S: But it honestly looked like a friendly lunch, Becs. Nothing to look into.

S: For Christ Sakes they were at a Panda Express

B: Would YOU like it if Aubrey was going to lunch with Jesse? An ex?

B: Regardless of where too?

S: I wouldn't care because I know nothing is going on between the both of them.

S: I trust Aubrey and know she wouldn't do anything.

S: Don't you trust Chloe?

B: Yes I do. But I don't like her hanging around guys she use to talk to.

S: Tom isn't even considered an ex, is he?

S: And plus, how did you know it was Tom?

B: I creeped on his Facebook one morning when Chloe and I first started talking.

B: Whatever, irrelevant

S: Beca, I love you with all my heart but don't be that controlling person in a relationship

S: Do you think she liked the rumors that washed over the media when paps accused you of cheating on Chloe with Cassidy a while back?

B: No she didn't, I already talked to her about it.

B: She believed everything I had to say, not what they were writing on the media.

S: See? I think you just need to ask her. Drop it by casually.

B: I can't drop it by if we are playing phone tag every damn day.

B: I've barely talked to her.

S: I thought you and Chloe have been better since Thanksgiving?

B: Well, we aren't like, fighting or anything. I just haven't had any flexible time around work, press and all that stuff to sit down and give her my full attention without something coming up.

B: I'm seriously on my way to San Diego for an interview.

S: I'm sorry Boo. Celeb life not what you thought it was going to be?

B: I knew it was going to be hard; I'm not dumb.

B: I just thought I would be able to balance my life evenly, but now that I've figured it out, it's not that easy

B: That's probably the real reason why I'm so upset, not the whole Tom thing. I trust Chloe with my life and I know for a fact she wouldn't hurt me.

S: It's not Chloe. My little red headed angel with a heart of cotton candy and puppies.

S: Balancing lots of duties in anyone's life is hard. Fuck, have you ever tried juggling?

B: Haha yeah and it's fucking hard

S: And see? That's the same with life kind of.

S: But like I always say, you'll think of a way to juggle everything at once. You're the big BM, in the words of Fat Amy ;)

B: God I sure hope so.

B: Chloe deserves better than what I've given her.

S: Then prove it.

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Tuesday December 6, 12:29 PM

Finally, after nonstop running around, Beca gets the day off and the chance to relax at home, taking a much needed personal day in hopes to regain all her energy back. Once she experiences the lovely feeling of sleeping in again after waking up at the ass crack of dawn every morning for the past month, she unplugs her phone from the charger half awake and searches for Chloe's name in her contact list. Dialing the number, she sits up from her bed to move around, waking herself up.

Tuesday December 6, 12:34 PM

"Hey," there's a different tone to Chloe's greeting, something that has been more frequent after Thanksgiving, more cold, which is something that Beca has never experienced before and with that, it terrifies her. "What's up?"

Okay, weird.

"I uh..." Beca shakes her head to bounce back from the shortness of Chloe's voice, words not forming so easy like they usually did. "How are you?"

"Fine." Again, Chloe is short with her response and Beca's gut twists in all the wrong ways at how uncharacteristic it was. "Busy with class."

"I see." Beca tosses the amount of hurt she feels when usually Chloe would go on and on about her students and everything, no matter how small, or unimportant it was that went on during her day at school. Hearing it all was one of Beca's favorite things to listen to, also the passionate sound of Chloe's voice, which for now is like pulling teeth from a child as she tries to get Chloe to say more than five words. "How's the family?"

"They're fine."

Alright, Cool.

Now Beca is starting to get a little irritated and if she is being honest, it's kind of annoying. Never where her phone calls with Chloe this short and awkward, and never did any of them seemed forced like it feels right now. Talk about a one sided conversation that she was trying to keep afloat.

"What's going on, Chloe?" Beca attempts to hide the irritation in her voice, but the snap that came with the words made it evident. "Talk to me." One thing that the two of them never seemed to have a problem with was communication, so she knows that if she asked, Chloe would give her the God honest truth for her unnatural behavior.

"I miss you, Beca," Chloe admits softly, so vulnerable and weak that it cuts Beca deep. She wasn't expecting something like this to be admitted, and was more leaning along the lines of constructing her best apology to….whatever it was that made Chloe upset. "I miss you so much and I feel like these past weeks I've barely even talked to you."

"I'm so sorry, Chlo. Atlantic has me by the throat with demands for albums, interviews for magazines come daily I feel like and studio time basically runs up my entire day and-"

"You see?" Chloe cuts in softly, barely above a whisper, to the point where Beca is actually surprised she heard this with the mouthful she was spilling about her job. "That's the problem. You're always busy."

"You know I have no control over that," Beca snaps defensively, choosing to get bold with her tone. "I thought you understood that I have certain commitments when it comes to Atlantic-when it comes to my job."

"What about our commitments for each other? Don't you care about those?"

Beca scoffs quite loudly at this, each word hitting her forcefully, like several punches to the gut. How dare Chloe think that she doesn't care about their relationship when these past days Chloe has been the only thing on her mind.

She lifts her eyes to the ceiling of her room, furiously blinking away the pooling tears as every emotion hits her at once. She definitely had a different perspective on how this phone was going to go.

"I love you Beca, so much. But I just can't sit here and-"

"Move to Los Angeles." Beca blurts out, not wanting to hear the rest of what Chloe might say and honestly, not even really processing the words in general. Even by the start, the road it was taking screamed dead end so she had to say at least something to keep it from turning a bad thing even worse.

"What?" Chloe sounds truly pardoned to hear this outburst.

Without thinking again, Beca repeats herself more in depth, "move to California. We….we can start a new life up here together, you working at one of the top districts and me continuing to produce music. I-I-I can like, look up apartments where ever you want and we could go house shopping together."

"You really think that me moving up to Los Angeles, dropping everything I've worked so hard on down in Georgia to come sit around and change my entire life while yours stays the same is going to work for us?" Beca freezes as she was expecting a completely different response from Chloe. "You really think that me waiting around for you until the stuff in your life settles down is going to solve all our problems?"

Absolutely not; Beca knows this answer already.

Hell, she knew the answer when she had this conversation with Stacie about wanting Chloe to move up to California not too long ago and now, that answer still stays the same.

She doesn't really know why she blurted it out though, knowing she'd never want Chloe to up and leave her life back in Atlanta just to make herself happy. But she was panicking and the route their relationship is taking was worth any shot, no matter how batshit crazy it might sound.

"Beca, I'd love to live a life and be in the same state as you. It's been a constant dream of mine since we've started dating." Beca inflates, seeing this conversation taking a good turn. Just a rocky start that's all. "But I can't. Not right now." And then deflated, quickly, making her heart do something out of the ordinary.

And not in the good way.

Even knowing Chloe's answer before she even said anything, Beca grits her teeth, snapping back quite harshly. "Why? Tom busy keeping you entertained? Don't want to leave him and all your fun lunch dates?" Unintentionally, Beca resorts to anger, aware that what she is saying is false but too childish to admit she is sorry. "Is it him? That someone else you have back in Georgia that is preventing us to have a happy life?"

God, she really wish she would just shut the fuck up right now because it feels like all the boiling anger is controlling her mouth, spilling words that aren't even her.

Silence takes over both lines briefly before Chloe gives a heavy hearted scoff that is heard to be stinging.

"You know what? I can't believe you actually think I would do that to you." Honestly, Beca knows for a fact Chloe would never even think twice, let alone once about cheating on her. But right now, she's hurt about how things between Chloe and her are going and she can't help but to defend her emotions with blaming it on something else rather than taking the blame. "Beca, how much love I have for you in my body is frightening and I can honestly say that nobody, and I mean nobody can ever take your place, no matter how hard I could try."

"What about Tom? Seems like he is making a good candidate for my replacement," Beca hissed, the amount of hurt making itself clear as day. Why she felt the need to bring this back up was beyond her. She knows Chloe and Tom's relationship is platonic and truthfully, Beca should respect that. Chloe is her own woman; she can be friends with whomever she wants to and Beca understands this because she trusts that Chloe will stay faithful.

But what Beca can't get over is how hurt she is that Chloe won't at least try to make an effort in keeping their relationship alive by moving to California and starting a new life together.

And she knows that this is a dick move to pull on Chloe, God does she know this, but the way things are going now doesn't look to good for them and of course, she settles for anger, saying hurtful things that she doesn't mean, just like she does best.

Scientifically, it's in her nature, based on past experiences.

"There's nothing else to say regarding the whole Tom situation other than he was there when you weren't." For the first time in three months of talking, Beca has never heard Chloe's voice heighten with so much anger.

Stabbed.

Stabbed right through the heart.

That's what it felt like hearing these words fall so harshly out of Chloe's mouth.

Beca's breathing hitches from the sudden lack of air and quickly, her anger towards the situation morphs to regret as she witnesses the situation turn on her. "You haven't been here, Beca, like at all. I understand you have priorities in your own life but what about me? Don't I mean anything to you in your fancy, Hollywood life?" Before Beca can answer this as she opens her mouth to respond, Chloe cuts in. "I'm lonely all the time, I've barely gotten the chance to talk to you when I need you the most and because of this, I'm at my worst. Tom was there to pick up the pieces, even though it was just a fucking lunch, Beca!"

Yikes.

Beca flinches at the Chloe's use for such a powerful word that barely makes an appearance in her girlfriend's vocabulary. If she didn't know before how upset Chloe was, she sure as Hell does now.

"I don't want to be an afterthought when it comes to you," Chloe's voices lowers weakly, unlike her boreline screams through the phone.

"I'm here now," Beca's battles back with and she knows it's not good enough. There's no way around the fact that she pretty much ghosted Chloe these past couple of weeks while her nose was buried with spending time in the studio. Overall, she could've made time if she worked hard enough. That fact is, she didn't put in her best effort for Chloe.

"Does that mean anything?"

And she knows it doesn't mean a damn thing, nor make up for her blowing off Chloe as much as she did but unintentionally, she can't help but get defensive.
Chloe exhales a heavy sigh after a few seconds of silence. "I think we should take a break." Beca's thinks she physically feels her heart shatter to pieces while a knot forms in her throat to prevent her from breathing properly.

Is Chloe legitimately breaking up with her?

If that's the case, Beca might as well dig her grave now because a life without Chloe is useless.

"We are obviously on different pages with how our lives are going. Maybe the time apart could get our heads in the right place."

Beca thinks she is going to throw up.

Everything, literally everything going on between them was perfect-more than perfect. Hell, they haven't even experienced a real fight but now, Chloe is making it seem like she wants to cut the cord. Cut literally everything that they've been through, wasting every five hour phone call, novels of text messages and marathons of movies watched during their date nights.

And maybe part of her was thinking that Chloe was joking about everything, getting her all riled up just because they haven't really spoken to each other one on one in a couple days. But Beca isn't dumb, though she tried to push this pass her thoughts more times than she can count. She might be thousands of miles away and can't really judge a person's behavior through technology, but what she can do and has mastered over the course of these blissful three months is point out the change in pitch when it came to Chloe's voice, knowing when she is upset, or tired, or happy.

And right now, by the flatness and how her words seem so….emotionless, Beca doesn't need to be a rocket scientist to tell that Chloe is just done.

"Chloe, I'm sorry, please don't do this" Beca doesn't even care that she on the verge of tears and is practically at her knees begging for Chloe to stay. "I'm sorry about the Tom thing; I really don't care! I-I can change though! Make more time for you and all, just please….please don't do this." At this point, she can't even hide the tears streaming down her face and the way it's making her voice start to shake.

"I don't want you to change, Beca. I love you just the way you are and everything that you do. It's just…..sometimes things don't work out the way we want them to and the best decision is to let go instead of hoping that maybe tomorrow will be different. Forcing things that don't mesh well is never healthy." Beca can hear a similar crack hidden in Chloe's voice and can tell she isn't the only one doing the crying. There is though a wave of silence with neither of them talking and the sounds of broken cries from the other line become louder and louder by the second.

It stings a tremendous amount hearing that Chloe thinks they don't belong together when she's over here thinking that Chloe is the girl of her dreams. She thought their relationship meant more than what Chloe is showing and it fucking stung to hear that Chloe is so fast to give up on her, even through all the obstacles they've accomplished.

Another sniffle and a broken cry hits Beca's senses before Chloe is choking out some words in a rush, "I have to go. Good luck at the Billboards, I'm sure you'll be great."

That's it? Seriously?

"Chlo-" Before Beca can even get the rest of her sentence out, she is interrupted by the distinct click of the other line disconnecting. She checks and makes sure though, and true enough, Chloe's names is gone, replaced by a "call ended" screen and informing her that Chloe indeed hung up.

There are more concerns rather than questions after the phone call, like whether where her and Chloe stand as far as relationship wise, and the thought of them no longer being together makes Beca break down with even more tears and causes her stomach to drop straight down to her butt. It also lights a whole new flame of anger, which is probably why the next thing that happen occurs in a blur, ending with her phone exploding into the sidewall of her room, shattering the screen to pieces.

As much as she tried to keep it in, the pain comes out like an uproar from her throat to form a silent scream. Basically clawing out hair from her skull, she collapses to her bed, face falling between her thighs as she hunches over the edge, tears falling in an unbroken stream while her heart is yanked in and out of her chest like a yo-yo. She doesn't even care that she destroyed her phone; the only thing she cares about is Chloe, who apparently has had enough of her, so having a phone doesn't really even matter at this point anyway.

---

Tuesday December 6, 5:35 PM

B: Hi. Broke my phone so I had to get a new one.

B: Just in case you've been trying to get a hold of me.

S: Why did you break your phone?

S: The last time we had to wait in line at the AT&T store was because your dad dropped the bomb on you having to go to college. I can be a witness and say that I've never seen you so mad.

B: I'm fine. Just the wall ran into my phone at an insane amount of force.

B: Total accident

S: Actually, I think that's total bullshit

S: Want to tell me what really happened?

B: I'm pretty sure Chloe just broke up with me.

S: What?

S: Are you serious?

B: Well not like...fully up and said "I'm breaking up with you" but she did say she wanted us to take a break, which is basically saying the same thing as I never want to see or talk to you again so we are breaking up.

S: Okay no. That's definitely not what that means at all, but nice try reading between the lines.

B: Okay brainiac, what does it mean then? Because how I'm reading it tells me she hates my guts right now

S: I can't tell you what it means with gaps in the entire story, smartass. What happened?

B: Long story short, I've been drowning in stuff at work trying to get this project started, or at least brainstormed and I haven't been the most active girlfriend with my phone. But that's only because when I am finally free of work, Chloe is either asleep, at school or just unavailable to talk-

B: We haven't been participating in our usual dates, we barely text other than the good mornings and goodnight texts and our phone calls last no longer than a few minutes. So this morning when I called her, she told me that she misses me and I'm never there and I'm a pathetic excuse as girlfriend

S: Chloe did NOT say that. Even I know the girl couldn't even think that if she tried.

B: But she thought it...

S: Highly doubt it.

S: But where does the mention of taking a break come into this scenario?

B: After I accused her of having something with Tom.

S: Dammit, Beca! I told you, I FUCKING TOLD YOU not to look into that!

S: It was ONE photo on snapchat that was them eating a casual lunch. Of course your fans that follow her blew up the situation bigger than it should've been but I told you a repetitive amount of times it meant nothing!

B: I know I know. No need to lecture me mom.

B: When I'm angry, I can't control what flies out of my mouth.

B: Guess I let the rumors on social media fog up my head with things that couldn't possibly be true.

S: Damn right you did, dummy.

S: Why were you so angry?

B: Because she shot down moving up to California without any consideration whatsoever.

S: Weren't you the one who told me it was one, way too early in your relationship ship to be asking each other to move in together and two, you'd never want to pressure her into leaving her own life back down in Georgia just because you want her to live up here?

B: Yes, but that was before Tom was in the picture. If she moves up here, she'd be with me all the time and not Tom.

S: You really need to stop dwelling on this Tom kid, Becs. Also, that is extremely selfish because if you can't be with her all the time, no one should be able to.

B: Sorry for wanting to be with my girlfriend, Stacie. Sorry that I want to wake up with her every morning and surprise her with breakfast in bed. Sorry I want to pick out furniture like a married couple and do a bunch of domesticated things, like grocery shop and talk about the economy during dinner.

S: I already know how you feel and I understand why. But wanting her to pack up and leave everything at such short notice isn't fair. Especially if it is because of jealousy over someone irrelevant.

S: What would happen if Chloe asked you to do all this stuff because she was sick of seeing US Weekly and reading all the headlines of you hooking up with another artist or celebrity?

B: I would tell her I couldn't because I'm kinda tied down with my job and also, she'd never ask me to do that because she trusts me enough to ignore all the media.

S: And why is it that you don't trust her with Tom? Has she given you any reason not to trust her?

B: No...

S: Then why start all of this, Beca? Why resort to playing the blame game on the happiest relationship I've seen you in?

B: Because I love her!

B: Fuck, I love her so much and I'm upset that I can't be with her to show just how much I love her because I have two fucking thousand miles keeping us apart! That's why, Stacie!

S: So you resort to fighting with Chloe instead of being honest?

S: You should've known immediately when first talking to Chloe that you were signing up for this. I have told you multiple times how hard a long distance relationship is to keep healthy and you being as stubborn as always tossed my warnings away.

S: And it doesn't make it easier that you're a famous music producer with a handful of duties normal people wouldn't understand.

B: What do I do? I'm pretty positive that I screwed up the best damn thing I had going in my life.

B: I'm just so sick and tired of hurting all the fucking time and feeling empty. When will I finally be happy?

S: I don't know, babe.

S: All I know is that there is an answer to everything, though it may not seem like it at the moment. You'll find a way. I count on it.

S: Plus, this gives you reason to apologize in the sappiest, movie like way possible.

B: I hope you're right Stace.

S: Aren't I always? ;)

S: Did you tell Chloe about Atlantic taking over the production of Jojo's album?

B: No.

B: I mean, I was getting to it until she virtually broke up with me, as well as shattered my heart to pieces in the process.

S: Damn. How did that even happen anyway?

S: I thought she hired you to do her comeback album

B: Yeah she did but I'm hired to Atlantic, who basically overrules everything, so Roger unassigned me in a way. She works with Devon now, who fits the job better for the music she had planned to create anyways.

B: Plus, I used the excuse of Diplo's tour that I've decided to tag along with this coming Spring

S: Sexy, tall, dark and handsome Devon?

B: Yes, and I don't think Aubrey would like to hear from me that her girlfriend is checking out my production team ;-)

S: I don't think she'd like to hear from you at all if we are being honest munchkin lol

B: Fuck….she hates me?

B: I'm surprised I haven't been virtually cussed out over text or phone call yet.

S: Yeah….you aren't on the list of her most "favorite people."

S: Something about never wanting to deal with an upset puppy dog who goes by the name of Chloe Beale

B: Fuccckkk me.

B: I know I've been MIA since Thanksgiving but I have no control over my freedom. I thought Chloe understood that. We had conversations and all.

S: Maybe it's not about the understanding part but more so about having enough, drawing the line.

S: Being sick and tired of always waiting by the phone for the small chance you might actually call.

B: As my best friend, you're suppose to be making me feel better, not worse, dick.

S: As your best friend, I'm not supposed to lie to you and say things like you did nothing wrong when you've done the opposite. Also, I'm suppose to tell you to fight for your girl back because I love Chloe, you love Chloe and I love the both of you together and I just want to see you two happy.

B: I hate when you're brutally honest.

B: But I kinda like it in a way.

B: And I kinda like you, so thanks for listening.

B: Wanna grab din? I had the day off.

S: And I love you too! ;D

S: You paying?

B: I paid last time!

S: Okay, rewind bitch

S: Let's take a look at our status and where we sit financially. I'm a broke, in debt college student who is about to pay for my masters program, thus being even more in debt and you are a world famous DJ who basically shits money. Conclusion, you're paying for me and that's the end of this discussion.

B: Are you only friends with me because of the money I have?

S: You could spend 0$ on me and I'd still be happy as hell just spending time with you.

S: But not tonight ;) I plan on you spoiling me.

S: I'm on campus. Pick me up bebe ;)

B: Haha whatever. Be there in ten.

---

Wednesday December 7, 8:36 PM

B: Wanna go get some drinks?

Selena Gomez: On a Wednesday night? Don't you have to be in early tomorrow?

B: Yeah but so what

B: Wasn't it you that told me I should branch out and have some fun? Instead of being submerged in mixes?

Selena Gomez: Yes it was..but why now? It's a sudden change in behavior that sort of has me worried

B: Haha shut up

B: You in? Pretty sure my buddy Luke can get us in pretty quick at Avalon.

Selena Gomez: Psh, you can get yourself in fast at any place, Ms. This Year's Best Album ;)

B: And YOU can't even pull that card because you're Selena fucking Gomez, so zip it.

Selena Gomez: What's the real reason you want to go out, B? You haven't been yourself lately. Dip and I both noticed the extensive amount of alone time you've been spending in your office and the more than usual standoffish attitude.

Selena Gomez: Before, you at least gifted us with your presence of sarcasm every once in a while.

B: I'm fine. Just want to go out and have a few drinks with a good friend of mine.

Selena Gomez: I'll have a drink with you, but at my own home, not in one of Los Angeles's hottest clubs where there are millions of underdressed women just begging on their knees at a shot with Today's hottest DJ.

B: What does that have to do with anything?

Selena Gomez: Beca, come on. I've read the articles, seen the hashtags, #bechloeisover, and have spotted more than a few depressing song lyrics on both your's and Chloe's accounts over the past few days.

Selena Gomez: You're hurting, not in the right mindset and drinking in a place giving off bad vibes will only make you do something you'll regret the next morning.

Selena Gomez: Do you honestly think that hooking up with someone else will fix all your problems? If anything, it's a temporary drug that once it runs out, all your problems you've been trying so desperately to run away from come back ten times harder. Is that what you want?

B: No, absolutely not.

B: And trust me, I've tried thinking about it, multiple times. I've tried imagining me kissing someone else, just in the hopes that all my pain when I think about Chloe will fade away, but I just can't. The thought of me being with someone else other than Chloe literally makes me sick.

B: I don't know what to do. I'm miserable all the time and all I want is my relationship with Chloe back, two thousand miles apart and all. At least then I'll have something rather than nothing.

Selena Gomez: You know what? I'm coming to pick you up. Be ready in twenty.

---

Wednesday December 7, 9:08 PM

"What am I looking at?" Beca asks cautiously as she enters into Selena's house and sees not only Diplo sitting at the island table with a notebook, laptop and a worried expression under his backwards snapback but also, Cassidy, Roger, and her whole production team. Office time was when they were usually all together, not when Beca is having relationship problems.

Jesus, it is like her dating life became the world's hottest news that everyone who's anyone wanted a sneak peak at all the drama that came with it.

"This," Selena sweeps in for the question, gesturing a hand out towards everyone, like she is revealing some grand surprise. "Is an intervention." Beca rolls her eyes because duh, it is kinda obvious as to what this was. Her main question is mostly why? "Right now, you aren't the sarcastic, moody music producer I met a couple months ago and have sung a couple kickass songs with. You are a close friend of mine whose heart is broken and is aching with pain regarding Chloe and we all don't want to watch you mope around anymore because honestly, it's heartbreaking. I care about you Beca and I think you need help."

Beca's body language deflates; the trueness of the scenario highlighted for everyone to see. Days for her turned into sulking; she'd wake up, almost text Chloe since texting her was muscle memory and a reflex she has developed. Netflix was watched like a religion, and not just any movie on Netflix, but the nasusteing, cheesy romance movies that Beca would usually avoid like the plague but then, she balled her fucking eyes out like a baby because her heart is still broken.

Waking up became painful, realizing that in a sense, she had nothing worth waking up to everyday as Chloe hasn't even tried contacting her.

Needless to say, help in some aspect is wanted dearly.

"We want to help with Chloe." Roger announces, not so much sounding like her boss but more so a caring friend and it makes Beca's heart swell despite it feeling like it's crumbling away. Selena walks her to the table where everyone is sitting, ushering her to take a seat front and center.

"Out of all my years knowing you, once Chloe came into the picture, she made you the happiest you've been yet," Stacie comes out of nowhere, hooking one of her tree arms around Beca's shoulders while she tries to figure out where the Hell her friend came from.

Guess tonight she missed the memo that everyone living in California was invited to her pity party.

Eventually Beca speaks up after catching that everyone is anxiously waiting, "you guys ever been so wildly in love with someone that you can actually feel it driving you insane?" She chuckles softly, but it's not the good feeling laugh that she emits when happy. It's a laugh filled with sadness, something that overrides any emotion lately.

People around the table shake their heads, answering "no," and proving her right as she figured this was a feeling most people didn't experience often. For herself, she's one of the lucky few picked to be enduring the good times and bad during this Hell of a rollercoaster ride, which also goes by the name of love.

"You know, I thought the both of us together was titanium, indestructible and all," Beca continues under the spotlight. "But then life got in the way, along with the distance keeping us apart and a question popped into my head. Are we fading lovers?"

"I'd go wherever Chloe went, whether it was fucking Chicago or the coast." Beca scoffs, shaking her head; it's nothing but the truth. She'd follow Chloe to the moon if possible.

But apparently, it wasn't the same for Chloe, not that she blames her for saying no. Moving your whole life for someone who barely makes an appearance in it?

Now she finally understands why that would be the worst mistake to make.

Everyone stares blankly at Beca and she feels herself shrink at all the glares that soon form into worrying, suspicious grins.

Selena taps her chin with a finger while engaging in a creepy telepathy thing with Diplo from across her dining room table, nodding their heads as if thinking the same exact thing. "That sounds like a perfect start to a song,"

"Um what?" Beca coughs nervously, all eyes remaining on her intently. She is fully aware that by now, invisible beads of sweat are outlining her forehead as everyone waits for a response.

"Don't try to snake your way out of this one, shorty. I found a notebook of yours in your desk while looking for some demos and couldn't help but notice that the material written inside was song lyrics," Diplo says, arching a brow and showing only minor regret that he pretty much violated Beca's privacy. "Your song lyrics. Plus Stacie told us you dabble every now and then, which makes me wonder why you haven't published your own songs."

Beca glances around the room. Okay, what the fuck?

Now she has people snooping around through her desk at work that's suppose to be her safe and what the actual fuck, Stacie? Broadcasting one of her secrets like the world's news.

She sighs, rolling her eyes because she's basically trapped between a rock and a hard place with this one.

Now she understands why there's a notebook and pen in front of her that has been pushed forward and her entire producing team from Atlantic is present at this so called "meeting."

She stares dumbly at the blank piece of paper; Chloe flooding her mind instantly. Writing lyrics wasn't new territory though when her mom was around, she wrote more often compared to now, which is once in a blue moon. However, she hasn't had someone as important as Chloe impact her life in a way that left her wanting to pour Shakespeare onto a mixtape for the world to listen to.

But she guesses that writing her thoughts down could be helpful, transforming all of them into lyrics since talking about Chloe only starts to become repetitive and excruciatingly painful.

Then, an idea flashes in her head like a light bulb, taking in all her resources as far as being in the music industry with talented, clever people whose lifelines are based on her and Chloe's relationship. Also, with the great opportunity to put her plan in action as an upcoming music award show gets closer and closer, Beca jolts up from her seat, startling everyone.

Maybe this could be pointless; a waste of time. Or maybe it could be the best decision of her life, but adding to her track record and habit of not taking the easy way out of things, Beca takes the challenge.

Eyes now having a gleam of determination, Beca curves one of her signature smirks; a smirk that has been absent for far too long.

"I have an idea."

---

Saturday December 10, 8:50 PM (Georgia Time)

For a lack of a better word, this past week and few days following have been complete shit for Chloe.

Not only did she have to deal with the over spill of messages from die hard "Bechloe" shippers when they started reading into the lack of pep she has regarding her social media accounts and just assumed her and Beca were broken up, but also, she had to experience four dreadful days without even a simple "hello" text from Beca after their last conversation over the phone.

Ideally, after what was said on her part during the conversation, she should've expected Beca to respect her wishes of time apart because it's just what Beca does. Whatever Chloe wants, Beca gives-that's her motto.

But is she disappointed that Beca hasn't even made the effort, or fight to talk to her? Hell yes, but would she admit that out loud?

Hell no.

But truth is and really no way around it, Chloe can't help but miss Beca. The girl is (or was, who knows) the epitome of a perfect girlfriend, minus that one tiny little thing that Chloe couldn't help but draw the line with, being fed up as a whole with being a second option when it came to Beca's career. But that didn't change the way her head ran miles and miles just thinking of Beca, wishing she could drop a text or hear her voice.

Which is probably why she is curled up on her couch, unopened pint of chocolate moose ice cream that's calling her name to devour sitting directly in her lap and waiting patiently for the opening act of the Billboard Music Awards that's to be performed by Justin Bieber.

Regardless, whether they are broken up, or still together (Chloe really has no clue at this point) she planned on watching the awards tonight, hopefully not letting her emotions outweigh how truly proud she is that Beca has made it this far in her career to land her a spot in one of the performances. Either way, she wanted to give her support, no matter how hard it will be when she sees her girlfriend (ex girlfriend or whatever) walking on television, wearing whatever outfit she has on that will probably take her breath away when she sees it.

"You good?" Chloe glances up from her blanketed cocoon that's covering her neck down and watches Aubrey take the seat next to her on the couch. She has a bowl of freshly popped, buttered popcorn in her right hand and a bag of hot tamales in her left; the perfect combination of hot and buttery that has a special place in Chloe's heart.

Chloe grumbles a weak "yeah," keeping her focus for the most part on the T.V and ripping off the plastic part on the ice cream's lid before diving her spoon straight through the softened middle. The show is minutes away from starting, better get a head start on eating her feelings away now rather than when Beca's face is blown up on her T.V.

Though it is quite odd that neither Beca nor Diplo have made an appearance yet on the carpet. On the contrary, Selena has made an appearance, walking in with date Taylor Swift and causing a full head turned with the long, baby blue dress that molds to every curve on that girl's Latina body.

"Why are you doing this to yourself?" Aubrey asks in all seriousness, causing Chloe to twist her head away from the screen by the sharp tone.

"It's therapeutic. The more I see her, the less I feel," Chloe pulls this from her ass, knowing damn well all this is doing was making it harder to move on and go five seconds without thinking of the DJ. Chances are, she'll end up balling her eyes out by the end of the show because of how much she misses Beca.

There's absolutely no way in Hell Chloe could possibly feel less when the girl still has her heart locked away back in California.

Aubrey glances at Chloe sideways. "Have you tried talking to her?"

"No."

Which is just childish, if Chloe is being honest. She takes full responsibility that communication works both way and hasn't pulled her weight in trying to contact Beca either, but in her defense, neither has Beca.

All around, it is bizarre that they have gone four full days without even an exchange of a good morning text when over the past three months since meeting, they've talked every second of every day.

It freaking sucked.

"So are you two like….broken up or what? Cause according to Twitter and all the magazine covers that hit me at once during checkout while grocery shopping, Bechloe is long gone." Aubrey questions, shoving a handful of popcorn into her mouth but still giving Chloe her full attention and sympathy.

The Hell if Chloe knows.

Of course the media would blow their whole separation up, looking into every single detail, which happens to be the constant Taylor Swift lyrics popping up on her Twitter account. During their last phone call, never was it mentioned about a breakup. Yes, Chloe specially asked for sometime apart, maybe save their relationship while Beca gets all her things figured out, but to completely forget about the DJ?

Impossible.

And actually really sickening just to think about.

"We are not broken up," Chloe declares once her thoughts catch up with her mouth and the sudden rage following in tow. Seriously, and excuse her language, fuck the media, and fuck the press for rumoring that they've broken up. Not cool. "We are taking some time apart to….regather, which I think is very important for Beca to do before things start to get serious-"

Anything that Chloe was about to say next gets sucked straight from her mouth as the reporters live from the red carpet broadcast that a certain DJ has finally made a neck snapping appearance, fashionably late and fashionably jaw dropping.

Cameras switch to a long, blacked out limo, flashes coming in like a strobe light as fans, paparazzi and whoever else attending waits for the mystery DJ to coming strutting out. Then, like a punch to the gut, or a snare drum in the ears, Beca takes her first steps out of that limo and Chloe swears she is looking at the closest thing to an angel one can get.

"Oh wow," Aubrey gasps as she takes in Beca's outfit and Chloe even thinks a piece of popcorn falls straight from her mouth and into her lap after the way her jaw dropped to the floor.

Chloe doesn't say anything though, half because she is physically incapable of speaking with the way her mouth suddenly dried up and half because…...same. Beca looks amazing, with her hair kinda flowing wavy and pinned to the side, and she's wearing a skin tight white dress that is slitted up one of her thighs, crossed in strips above her chest and holy Jesus Chloe thinks she is having a stroke.

And it's really no shock that adding a random black leather jacket to the get up could make Beca's appearance that much better and that much more hotter.

Typical Mitchell.

And wait, is she wearing a spray tan?

Reporters practically sprint up to Beca for an interview, praying to get one last artist in before show time. Chloe can't blame them; Beca is a show stopper and one of the most highly anticipated artists attending tonight so their eagerness is almost expected. Katy Perry even steals Beca away from posing to take a duo, unprofessional pic, with her hands hovering mindlessly over Beca's cleavage.

Seems like everyone, celeb or not, wanted a chance to take a picture with the new and biggest DJ so far in the industry.

One of the interviewers reels Beca in from the swarm of flashes with a face splitting grin and a simple kiss to each side of her cheeks. "What's happening everybody?! It's your boy, Erik, and we are here live from T-Mobile Arena in the city that never sleeps, with the very lovely and very talented Miss Beca Mitchell!" The interviewer, who happens to be named Erik from MTV announces, earning a roaring applause from the crowd in the background and Beca does this shy little wave that melts Chloe's heart to goo.

Chloe and Aubrey -Chloe more so than anything- sit in awe when watching how famous Beca really is while fans from all over adore her breathing pretty much. Technically, Chloe has been the first to experience the first wave of attention when out in public with Beca, but seeing it on TV and during a broadcasting of a very popular music award show, it is surreal and for the most part insanely neat that Beca has such a large fan base.

"How are you tonight and why on earth are you here...three minutes until showtime?!" he comments after checking the time on his watch.

Beca gives a lighthearted chuckle, eyes sparkling under the makeup, and Chloe thinks she looks more than gorgeous. It hurts though knowing that Beca is out there smiling in a similar way she was use to receiving but now, it seems like Beca is unaffected and happy even without Chloe in her life.

And actually scratch that; it freaking sucks.

A microphone with the MTV symbol makes its way into Beca's hands before she is lifting it up to her mouth to speak. "I'm alright. Could be better" She shrugs her shoulders casually and keeps her beaming smile-though her answer sort of contradicts it. "And you should already know that I'm late to like…..everything. I had to make an entrance, Erik, come on!

He laughs out loud when Beca nudges his shoulder with her's, but sobers pretty fast because there is probably a list of question he needs answered before showtime. "So tonight, sadly, you're not nominated for any of the categories since the album dropped only weeks ago, though majority of the world would second that, claiming you need to win Best Album of the Year." Again, the crowd howls a cheer in the background behind the set up gates and Chloe thinks that she can spot Beca blushing. And God is that adorable. "But you do have a spot with Diplo in tonight's line up for performances. How does it feel?"

Beca blows out a breath, her cheeks puffing up and her eyes widening in a way that shows she is speechless. "Geez, I'm honored for sure. Growing up watching these show religiously, I never expected to one day to be walking the carpet, let alone performing in one. My mom knew, however, so that was my kick start. Words on the other hand just aren't enough to explain how I really feel, but I am truly blessed and also maybe a little starstruck by having my picture taken with Katy Perry."

Erik laughs, nodding his head to agree because duh, it's Katy Perry. Chloe knew how much Beca enjoyed her music and would kill to work with such a talented artist. "Rumor is that Beyonce wants to speak to you."

Eyes doubling in size, "shut the fu….ront door!" Beca catches herself before the vulgar words makes an appearance on national television and Chloe is unable to keep in the giggle because Beca is such a sailor. "Don't play with me, Erik! I swear to God!" She uses her two fingers and points them in the direction of her eyes before lining them up to Erik, who raises his hands in defense, laughing.

He straightens up, ready to move on but has more of an edge and caution with this next question. "How are you doing mentally?" With the sudden shift in questions, Chloe can see Beca start to stiffen, her smile long gone. "I know your life is kind of rocky right now with the break up and all but-"

"We aren't broken up," Beca interrupts sternly, annoyance lacing the sharp words but she hides it pretty damn well and when hearing this, Chloe feels like she was just brought back to life. Beca removes the microphone from her mouth and leans in to say something privately to Erik, who then nods his head with an apologetic smile.

"Anyways," Erik dangles this and it's strange to watch with the change of topic so sudden, but Chloe studies how Beca instantly lights back up to answer any other questions he has to ask. "So "Closer" has been last month's and probably this month's anthem on the top charts, number one to be exact on iTunes and also the song you'll be performing tonight. Did you ever see it blowing up as big as it did?"

"Psh, of course not, but who really knows anyways? It's a flip of a coin when releasing a single, let alone album so for me, I was just hoping for the best. I have an awesome team behind my back, Diplo, Selena and all the other artists I worked with were amazing in all aspects. No matter where the album landed, it was an experience worth millions being able to produce it."

"I see." Erik nods his head in understanding, looking don't at the white paper in his hands. "You've also gifted the world with your unknown and very impressive vocals. Before, you were known to make mixes on Youtube that became very popular but never once showed your voice via webcam. What changed your mind?"

"Honestly, it was Chloe," Beca says and Chloe thinks she stops breathing at the mention of her name on national television. "I know we aren't on the best of terms when it comes to our relationship and those are reasons I'm not about to go in depth with, but she has been my rock these past months and what to do with the album and when."

Chloe's chest clenches at how sincere Beca sounds when speaking of her. Aubrey sees it, as well as hears it and reaches a hand to grip gently at Chloe's wrist, offering a reassuring smile that Chloe can't help but mirror. Maybe this wasn't the end for them.

"Any plans or juicy details you wanna give the world about up coming projects? Anything new in the making?" Erik urges, hoping to get at least something from the DJ worth starting a feud on Twitter about.

"A new start that's for sure," Beca leaves open ended, smile hinting towards something she wants to keep a secret and won't go into much detail about. Aubrey and Chloe both share equally confused stares at each other as to what she could mean.

Cassidy, dressed majestically, Chloe might add, in a tight, long blue dress, with her hair curled to perfection and also assisted by her cousin, Stacie, who is a walking talking masterpiece, (but what's new?) and sports a laced black dress that falls around mid calf walks up to Beca and the reporter, stealing her away from the interview at the mention of the show starting.

"Holy crap Stacie looks good!" Chloe gushes and can't help but tease Aubrey about the way her mouth is catching flies while staring at her girlfriend through the big screen. Aubrey's response comes out as a scratchy "I know" before Beca waves to the reporter and follows Cassidy around the carpet while the show switches over to a commercial break.

Chloe glances at her phone that sits diagonal from her on the table, contemplating whether or not she should call Beca, maybe wish her luck and how beautiful she looks tonight, or simply just tell her she's watching, cheering her on all the way from Georgia. With the confirmation that the two of them haven't broken up, it makes her feel a little bit better about the situation. Not entirely, but a little.

She decides otherwise though, and takes another spoon full of chocolate ice cream from the container before swallowing it whole. Chances are Beca is too busy to answer, probably doesn't even have her phone on her and plus, she doesn't want to be a hassle when Beca should be focusing on her performance.

Not on a phone call that is destined to whirl up a series amount of emotions not needed.

The show turns back on with Justin Bieber lighting up the stage with a beautifully set, waterwork performance of "Cold Water" and Chloe is already a good few inches deep into her ice cream as the other performances hit the stage, including Ariana Grande, Zayn, who is performing alone for the first time since his split from One Direction and Drake with his newly announced girlfriend, Rihanna. Aubrey and her take bids on who they think is going to win in the different categories and as the awards are announced, whoever lost would take a drink of their wine, which was randomly added to join their night before the show even started.

Cameras keep flashing over to Beca, who is singing along with Stacie and Cassidy to whatever song that is being performed and it happens so much throughout the show that Chloe thinks it's done purposely. Like life is teasing her in the most brutal way hates to admit it but seeing Beca having so much fun, smiling like nothing is wrong and truly enjoying herself is extremely hard to watch.

And call her selfish all you want but she wishes that it was her behind the reason why Beca's smile lights up the entire audience.

Especially when Beyoncé struts her way on stage, burns the house down, literally and figuratively with an amazing set from her new album Lemonade, like the Queen B was expected to do.

Another commercial break shoots through the screen; a Burger King one that is introducing the new Mac and cheese Cheetos things that Chloe can't help but find repulsive and yummy all at the same time. Aubrey gets up to get the other bottle of wine from the kitchen, now that the both of them put quite the dent in the first one. An hour into the awards marks halfway through the BMAs and before break, it was announced that they'd reveal who won best male artist and Beca would be taking the stage, partnered with Diplo for a performance not to miss, according to like….everyone.

To say that Chloe was excited, nervous, and terrified all at the same time for Beca to take the stage and perform not for the first time in front of an audience, but to perform at a show this huge is more than an understatement. She doesn't know whether to laugh, cry, puke or cheer near lunatic when the commercial ends and Beca's performance is seconds away.

"Did I miss anything?" Aubrey basically jogs back into the living room with an unopened bottle of wine, flustered and all.

"No, just in time!" Chloe ushers Aubrey to take a seat quickly, patting the space beside her on the couch to sit down before the both of them end up missing something.

The Weeknd wins best male artist with his song "Starboy" and everything else after to Chloe is pointless. All she needed to see was Beca and seriously, it felt like time was moving in slow motion as she waited impatiently for the DJ to perform. Finally after what felt like years, the cameras switch to The Chainsmokers, who were scheduled to announce Diplo and Beca's performance.

They start to talk once the audience quiets down, lifting each individual microphone up to their mouths till Andrew is speaking. "Lots of you may know her as the girl behind the beats. She dominated the world of social media with her tracks and is now on her way with taking over the world of music with only one album under her belt and one Hell of an exceptional voice."

"Here to perform the song "Closer," which has been number one on the charts since the release date at the end of October, Diplo featuring Beca Mitchell!" Alex adds enthusiastically before the cameras fades away from them and hovers above the darkened stage with the crowd erupting in applause.

Chloe focuses on her breathing, trying her hardest to keep her heart rate steady before she ends up missing the entire performance because she passed out. There is a lot going on in her body; the emotions hitting her at every direction left and right. She's seen Beca perform many times but each time, she wasn't nearly as nervous as she is now. Maybe it is because she never got the chance to give Beca a good luck text or phone call and no matter where they stood relationship wise, she'd never wish for Beca to mess up in any way.

So far though, the stage still remains pitch black; the occasional scream from an audience member echoes the arena, but that's it. There's no music playing, no flashing lights and there's definitely no Beca. Then all of a sudden, the beginning cords of the song start to cue in the darkness, lighting up Diplo's DJ set up on top stage and it's just then, with the unfamiliar pattern of beats that Chloe realizes what song is playing isn't "Closer."

And actually, she has literally no idea what song this is and if it is really Beca performing because she still can't see a damn thing to tell and seriously, what the Hell is going on right now?

"Fighting flames of fire.

Hang onto burning wires

We don't care anymore

Are we fading lovers?

We keep wasting colors

Maybe we should let this go."

Beca finally appears singing, changed in the same leather jacket as before, but ditched the dress and settled for tight, and Chloe means tight, black leather pants to match and black heeled boots. Under the jacket is a loose, silky white tank top and overall, Chloe thinks that now she might have a stroke with how ridiculously attractive Beca looks on stage.

Plus add her intoxicating voice and overconfident, stage swagger she has going on and Chloe's a goner.

"We're falling apart, still we hold together.

We've passed the end, so we chase forever.

'Cause this is all we know

This feeling's all we know."

As a whole, the performance is very colorful with the setup of lights and designs being projected in the background behind where Beca is singing. Diplo is controlling the audience, jumping up and down from his deck and mixing the beat to perfection.

"Has this song even been released?" Aubrey is in total shock at this point and completely mindfucked. It also seems like the audience shares similar thoughts as they stand dumbfounded by the unknown song when they originally prepared to sing and dance along to "Closer," the world's new anthem.

Chloe doesn't respond as she is too focused on the screen and then, the lyrics Beca is singing hits her full blast, causing her to raise a hand to her mouth to cover the sharp gasp.

Vaguely in the past, she had brought up the question of Beca writing her own songs rather than co-writing with Diplo and Selena and whenever she did, Beca would usually end up changing the subject, not wanting to bring attention to herself. You know, the usual humble Beca behavior.

But listening now and the amount of emotion Beca is pouring into her singing as she walks around the stage like she was born to do so, there is some strange connection Chloe has towards the lyrics that she just can't seem to shake.

At realization, "Bree, Beca wrote this," Chloe breathes out, flabbergasted that she was even able to get this out and Aubrey snaps her head so fast in disbelief to lock eyes that she thinks it might snap off. She skips the part where she thinks the song is written about her, more so with their relationship than anything really, and though there isn't actual confirmation that this song is even written about her and if Beca actually even wrote the piece but deep down, there's a hunch.

"I'll ride my bike up to the world

Down the streets right through the city

I'll go everywhere you go

From Chicago to the coast

You tell me, "Hit this and let's go

Blow the smoke right through the window"

'Cause this is all we know."

And if she was hesitant on the song being written about her before, there is absolutely no way it's not now with the sudden, bright flashing lights lining along the stage and a glowing outline of the shape of Georgia and California pulsing on the stage's megascreen.

All of the words start to make sense to Chloe, though they might not for someone else. Example, the mention of smoking reels Chloe back to the night at the Halloween festival, just her and Beca getting high on life and each other, with also the added guest who goes by the name of marijuana.

"Chicago to the coast," Georgia to California; it basically means the exact same thing.

"Falling apart but still holding together," Chloe knows that at the beginning, her and Beca's relationship was indestructible; it was them against the world, with only technology helping them in the process. Their relationship was some sort of fairy tail to other people; a gift people would simply kill for.

But as time went on, so did their individual lives in their own, individual states and because of that, it got harder and harder to keep a stable relationship.

They tried, however.

Boy did they try their hardest to keep it strong, especially with the kind words from fans around the world who followed and looked up to their relationship, but there are things people don't see and that's the problems caused away from technology, the stuff kept secret.

And even though she thinks her and Beca are at their lowest, aware that this could be the end of any romantic, or even platonic relationship they have, something...something that she can't put a finger on is keeping them together; a connection that never dies and still exists through love.

"Oh my….God," Chloe gasps out loud, but gets choked up towards the end as the large forming knot in her throat only grows in size.

Tears come immediately once she is done analyzing the lyrics and soaking in the effects on the mega screen where her state, as well as Beca's is bordered by a large, throbbing LED heart. Aubrey is in the process of texting, calling, paging, maybe even emailing Stacie in hopes to get a hold of her girlfriend so she could ask what the Hell Beca's was doing right now, but receives zero response from all of them.

Confusion is no longer seen in the crowd as they're now dancing along to the new song, having the most fun in the world despite never hearing it before. Colored smoke shoots up from certain points on the stage at the next drop of the song and then Selena, who makes a surprise appearance, comes out from somewhere unknown on stage and takes over the next verse, dancing up to Beca and earns a series of borderline, manic screams from the crowd at her entrance.

They sing the chorus over again, adding a whole new light show to the stage and Beca ends the set with a point up to the ceiling, something she always does after she's done singing. The music fades, as well as the rainbow of lights before the entire arena returns to pitch black, leaving the crowd to stand and roar the loudest applause of the night.

There's also a distinct shape of Georgia's state that is the only light shown throughout the darkness.

"You really need to call her," Aubrey breaks Chloe out of her trance towards the screen with the sound of her demanding voice. Chloe is paralyzed, of course, and can't even form the words to reply nor make the move to reach for her phone and dial Beca's number. "I really can't stand the midget right now, but after performance like that, there needs to be some explanation." Still froze in place, not even a muscle flinching to make the effort to move, Chloe sits gaping at the TV.

When Aubrey catches this, she gives a helping hand to push Chloe directly off her ass, tossing her the unused iPhone on the table and gives clear and stern orders to call Beca immediately. Being extremely terrified of Aubrey when she puts her foot down, Chloe takes a step out of the living room and to the backyard where Tank comes running out from his little house set up and takes a squat right next to her feet.

If being completely honest, Chloe doesn't really know what just happened in regards to Beca's performance. One minute she is set to perform a popular song, the next she is singing an unreleased one, changing the numbers, lyrics and performance as a whole, leaving everyone speechless.

And with the added hints in the background Beca set up, everything inside Chloe's head on what and what not to think is pretty much a blur so how was she suppose to call Beca and ask what just happened when in reality, she doesn't have a single clue either.

Needless to say, she doesn't call Beca immediately and in fact, stares dumbfounded at the contact name, waiting for some sort of miracle to happen so she isn't the one putting in all the effort. Weirdly enough, her phone rings, scaring half to death by the sudden noise, like she was waiting for a kernel to pop over a fire and finds out seconds later Beca is calling her.

She limits her freak out to only three rings, not wanting to dwell too much just in case she ends up missing the call entirely. Slowly, she lifts the device up to her ear, heart thumping aggressively against her chest and can feel her pulse inside her throat.

"Beca?" she says quietly. Never has she been this scared to answer a call and hear her girlfriend's voice. Now however, she doesn't know what to expect coming from this conversation when the last one was comes to mind and was a conversation Chloe would love to forget even happened.

"Hi," Came Beca's out of breath response. Did she just run a marathon? Either way, hearing Beca's voice for the first time in four days brings an immediate smile to her face while that placebo feeling warms up her insides.

"Hi," she echoes, not knowing what else to say. Her body is buzzing with anxiety and Tank is looking up at her from where he sits at her feet empathetically, probably wondering what's happening as well.

Beats her though.

"What are you doing?" Beca keeps it casual, her voice already returning back to normal as questions only afloat briefly as to why Beca isn't watching the rest of the award show.

Taken back by the flow of the conversation when they literally haven't even communicated in any way, shape or form for the past four days, Chloe, to say the least is baffled. The wounds are still there and they're still fresh.

Not wanting to cover the problem instead of talking about if first, "Beca-"

"Listen," Beca politely cuts Chloe off. "I'm sorry. I've been a total dick these past few weeks, blowing you off for work and then the whole Tom thing." The mention of this brings instant rage back into Chloe's body, how Beca could think she'd ever do something like that to her. "I was an asshole and you have every right to be upset with me."

"It's alright. Work is important and something you kind of need to do," Chloe keeps her voice level, trying hard not to make the pain she felt being pushed away to the side in Beca's life obvious.

"You're important too Chlo, even more than work, money, fame and all that other stuff." Chloe closes her eyes, overwhelmed by the flutters going on in her stomach. It's a feeling she missed the most when talking to Beca. "Of course I realized this a lot later than I should've and that's why I'm apologizing for being number one in the dick department. But no way around it, you're my world, Chloe, and experiencing a couple days without you was miserable."

Emotions going absolutely haywire, Chloe sits giddy while listening to Beca talk. Playing with Tank's ears as she stays seated on the back porch, she's about to say something on her part but Beca continues.

"I know I have commitments when it comes to work, especially now more than ever, but I have commitments when it comes to you as well. You see, I live a fucking great life. I hang out with celebrities on a daily basis, I live in the heart of Los Angeles in a super sweet with my best friend. For Christ sakes I'm really fucking rich and all this is just a start!"

Beca pauses for a second with a maniac chuckle and Chloe has no idea where this conversation is going. It seems like Beca just called to gloat, which is something pointless since all Chloe has to do is listen to any radio station, or check out at a grocery store to visually see how famous Beca really is.

"And yes, this is a life I've dreamt of for majority of my life, but it's also a life that doesn't have you in it as much as I would like. So, that's why I'm moving to Atlanta because a life without Chloe Beale isn't a life worth living, no matter how much money, or how much success I have."

"What?" Chloe near screeches this, unable to believe that Beca is willing to drop everything in L.A. just to move states, especially for her. "Beca, no…...I can't let you do that! You have your career to think about and...and y-your job is in California!"

"Not anymore," Beca answers, keeping a calm tone. "I'm released from my contract with Atlantic, have been since yesterday morning. There's a smaller record label in Atlanta that I've scooped out and have been in contact via email. Being familiar with my work done with Diplo and my mixes on YouTube, they offered me a position to work with newly upcoming artists, just until Emily Junk, who I created "Flashlight" with graduates college and then, she'd be my new project."

Trapped under the levels of disbelief blanketing her body, keeping her locked in the mind set of in denial, "you're moving to Georgia?" Chloe repeats incredulously. "What about Jojo? Don't you have her album?"

"I was meaning to tell you before everything blew up that Roger took over that album since I've officially decided to go on tour with Diplo during springtime. Also, I've decided to move across the country so yeah….that's not a thing anymore."

"I-I…." Chloe is at a lost for words, which is expected since Beca just dropped Hiroshima on her. This can't be happening, she tries to tell herself this. It was one thing when Beca came down to visit, bringing an elicit amount of happiness to Chloe's body, but the small thought of Beca living in the same state as her is almost too much to handle. "I don't...I just...I," she is making absolutely zero sense every time she tries to speak but still she attempts to say something back.

Taking that Chloe is unable to say anything that's not gibberish, "Chloe, I love you with all my heart and though this distance thing was kinda fun while it lasted, I'm sick of not waking up next to you every morning. It's like, once you get a taste of sleeping with someone special, you'll never want to sleep alone again," Beca explains and okay, that was deep and isn't much of a shock that Chloe is seconds away from crying. "But don't think I'm forcing you to move in with me just yet, Beale. I've been reading Glamour." Chloe thinks she can hear Beca's smirk through the line, even under the sniffles that have appeared with their own set of tears.

She chuckles and it comes out wet and groggy, no thanks to the sudden crying. But even then, they're happy tears, filled with a missing component over the weeks Beca had been absent. "Glamour magazine?" Beca hums in response and Chloe gives another watery chuckle. "You hate reading magazines, especially magazines that scream materialistic."

"I know, but I needed help." Chloe discards the thought on why Beca opted to a magazine for help, deciding to stay quiet while Beca explains. "And what I found was that relationships are ready for the next step when a couple has a major fight and survives it. I call these past four days a major fight between us, to the point where breaking up was contemplated, but there's something there that tells me neither of us want that to happen. Am I right?"

Briefly, Chloe's body flinches at the mention of breaking up but she rolls her eyes, smiling. "Yeah….yeah you are," she admits genuinely. "My life would suck without you."

"These days not talking to you sucked. I missed you like crazy and I never want to go through that again. So, I've been looking at a small, but cozy, nice suburb house in Atlanta that I'm going to check out this Monday when I fly down to see you and your school performance."

"You're coming to my concert?" Chloe feels another tickle in her nose as the next wave of tears hits her like a semi truck. For someone who is anti climatic, this stunt sure is a romantic, movie type ending. Goddammit Beca.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Beca declares, tugging Chloe's cheeks up so high her face is starting to burn. "Wouldn't miss it even for Beyoncé."

Chloe giggles, knowing Beca is a total fan girl when it involves Beyoncé. Still unable to wrap her head around the idea of Beca moving down to Georgia, Chloe shakes her head with skepticism. "You hate Georgia," she says, knowing Beca could only complain about the face melting heat when she first arrived in Atlanta.

"I fucking hate Georgia, the stupid humidity, the gigantic mutant bugs and the lack of beaches, but you're in Georgia and I fucking love you, so that kinda makes it tolerable."

Chloe rolls her eyes as the tears continue to fall; Beca is such a romantic.

This is really happening; Chloe settles, even taking action to pinch herself just in case all this was her conscience playing a dirty prank on her. With the pain that comes by doing this, there's also a wave of happiness that fills her body, then a jolt of electricity that spreads across her body at the image of Beca and her sharing a home together.

"Your performance," Chloe sobers a little bit, remembering the show and how Beca just confused the living life, yet thrilled the entire world by. "What was that about?"

"You," Comes Beca's one worded response. "I had a lot of pent of emotions after our phone call and what better way than to write a song about it. Just ask Adele."

"So you did write that song?" Chloe praises herself with knowing without actually knowing.

"Yep. It was Dip and Selena's idea to put a pen in my hand and a piece of paper in front of my face and all it took was a night of pouring out my emotions through lyrics while Diplo created a sick beat. We didn't want to release it though and keep the act that we were still performing "Closer." Have you checked Twitter lately?"

"No, should I?"

"Definitely not," Beca is quick to answer, a clear warning to Chloe that she isn't messing around. "We may or may not be trending on Twitter right now, thanks to the my obvious performance that was dedicated to you."

Chloe barks a laugh, mostly in shock that she is currently trending on a social platform. She lolls her head back and hearing on the other end Beca doing the same. "How long do I have you this time?"

"Well Monday, when you pick me up, you have till the day after Christmas, which I hope to spend with you and your family and hopefully by then, I'll have a house picked out. If that's the case, I plan on moving and being settled by mid January. Then once all that is taken care of, does forever sound good to you?"

The amount of detail and how planned Beca already is only adds to how surreal the idea seems and to Chloe, this sounds better than good.

It sounds perfect.

"I can't believe we are actually doing this."

"Same," Beca snorts, amazed. "Being under the spotlight was fun while it lasted and of course, I expect to fall back in, eventually, but for now, I wanna step out of the radar and live a casual, domesticated life with you, that is if you want," she says sincerely. Aubrey checks on Chloe after a while and all she can do in return is flaunt her puffy, red eyes in the general direction of where her friend is standing and smile so wide the corners of her mouth touch her ears.

"I don't want you to do something you'll regret later on. This is….Beca, moving is not permanent, but still it's a fairly large leap that a lot of thought should be taken in."

"Babe, I've already thought about all of this and honestly, I'd travel two thousand miles for you any day if it meant for us to be happy. I'm tired of technology being our only form of communication. I want to kiss you, all the time, especially your chin kisses. I want to hug you and just be around you physically. I just hope there's enough room down in Georgia for Buttercup and I."

Chloe thinks she has hit her peak at how insanely happy she could feel for the night. Beca would be moving to Georgia; the two thousand miles keeping them apart would be long gone and the girl she is absolutely head over heels for would finally be an arm's distance away.

And though this isn't guaranteed a problem free life; a relationship without any bumps in the roads. But as long as she has Beca by her side the rest of the journey and not on the other side of the country, what more could she ask for?

"I'm sure we could make some room."