A/N: Here is the second chapter. I hope it lives up to everyone's expectations.
If not, well... I tried.
Just so you know, the flashback in this chapter is written in italics.
Also, I'm still trying to decide how long I want to make this story. Would y'all be willing to let me know if I should continue this story or just wrap it up as quickly as possible because it sucks like a Dyson vacuum?
I'd really appreciate the feedback.
Things have been a bit hectic around here lately but, I hope to update my stories more often. You guys deserve to know what happens next and I'll do what I can to supply the fix.
Oh! There's a flashback in this chapter which is written in italics.
Anyway... Disclaimers. Right.
I don't own Pitch Perfect or any of the characters. I just really wish I had a bestie like Chloe and a girlfriend as awesomely sarcastic as Beca.
Carry on.
"I KNEW I should have just kept this whole letter business to myself," Beca mutters from her place on Chloe's bed.
The young brunette is laid out on her back, staring at the ceiling and sighs as her red-headed friend dances around her dorm with the letter held in her hands; singing like Sandra Bullock in 'Miss Congeniality'.
"Beca got a loooove letter! Somebody loooves her! They wanna date her! Love her and marrrrrrry her!"
"Seriously, Chlo? It's not that critical. I just wanna know if you recognize the handwriting or something. I'd like to know if you have any ideas who WROTE the letter... not cast me in a movie re-enactment," the small DJ says with a smirk as she sits up on her friend's bed.
"Just... pretend to be serious for a moment?"
Chloe stops her antics and turns to give Beca her full attention, a smirk still firmly in place as she plops down onto her desk chair across from Beca and places the letter beside the brunette on the bed.
"You got it, Boss lady! I will be aca-serious about this for as long as I can. I make no promises though," Chloe winks at the brunette afterwards.
Beca blushes slightly and tries to cover it with a cough and rolling her eyes in return.
"I'll take what I can get, aca-nerd. So, should I leave the letter with you so you can do the freaky memory thing or have I just watched your wacky thought process happen while you channeled your inner Sandra?"
The red-head leans back in the chair slightly and feigns a pout while acting offended.
"Beca Mitchell! I will have you know that Sandra Bullock is a wonderful actress and I'm a little disappointed that you aren't at least a little excited about receiving a love letter from an anonymous admirer. Do you know how many women would KILL to receive something this romantic?"
Beca blinks in a surprised manner before smirking bigger than before and leaning forward a bit with her hands on her knees.
"Woah there, killer. I'm definitely interested in finding out who wrote the letter. That's why I'm here. My level of excitement is exactly where it should be considering I have no idea who sent me this letter and... It's actually kinda creepy if you think about it. I mean, an anonymous person, who knows where I live, drops off some letter that talks about watching me all the time... under my door, and I'm supposed to automatically be happy about being stalked? Think about that one for a moment."
Chloe closes her eyes and dips her head, sighing heavily before slowly looking back up at Beca with a sheepish look on her face.
"Okay... You have a point. I really didn't think about how this would seem to the casual observer. I'm sorry, Becs. You know I'm a hopeless romantic and I tend to get a little carried away when I'm excited about helping others. I didn't mean to make light of your situation."
The red-head reaches out with her hand and pats the brunette's knee gently before sitting up properly in her desk chair.
"You know you can always count on me to help. That's what friends are for."
Beca gives Chloe a lop-sided grin before sitting back on the red-head's bed, bracing her weight on both arms.
"Awe. Are you getting all mushy on me, now? Seriously though... Thanks, Chloe."
The red-head rolls her eyes at her brunette friend and snags the letter off the bed and reading its contents once more.
"Hah. Very funny, Beca. Let's just see what the letter reveals about this person and we'll work our way through the details, okay? I'm sure the letter has a clue or two as to who wrote it. We just need to look more closely."
'Maybe coming to Chloe about this was the right idea after all. She stopped acting like a spaz so, hopefully, I can get to the bottom of this letter business,' Beca thinks as she watches Chloe turn in her chair, put the letter down, and cue up the notepad app on her laptop.
"Let's make a list of the things we figure out from the letter and we'll try to narrow down the places on campus that you and this person have in common."
The brunette tries not to whimper when Chloe looks at her over her shoulder, her blue eyes twinkling mischievously as her voice drops to a lower octave.
"I'll make sure you get the satisfaction you seek, Beca... that's a promise."
But before Beca can think to respond, the red-head turns back around and starts typing furiously at her keyboard.
The small DJ is glad Chloe can't see her blush at her provocative statement and mutters to herself, "What have I gotten myself into?"
"A great adventure, Miss Beca Mitchell. A great adventure."
"How do you even HEAR me?"
"It's my job to pay attention to the things people around me say. It's how I get all my information... and before you say anything else, it's why you're here. You need my help so stop being your adorable sassy self and let me get to work."
Beca's eyebrows raise so far up on her forehead, she raises a hand subconsciously to make sure they haven't fused with her hairline.
"Got it."
2 hours later:
Beca is back in her own room, thinking about the information Chloe was able to gather from the letter.
'Okay, so... this person is most likely someone in a couple of my classes. Someone who lives in my dorm or has seen me interact with the Bellas and... based on the handwriting... female.'
The brunette DJ shakes her head as she remembers how quickly her friend was able to break down the letter and come up with a few different ways to try to handle the situation.
"Alright, Beca. This person definitely seems like the delicate type so, if you want to try meeting them face to face in order to... wait. What ARE you trying to accomplish by figuring out who this woman is?"
The redhead turns back around in her desk chair and tilts her head sideways at the brunette.
Beca blinks rapidly because the thought had never actually occurred to her.
'What DO I plan to accomplish by doing all of this? Am I going to be satisfied by just knowing who the... woah, woman?'
"I'm sorry, did you say woman?" There goes that eyebrow again.
"I accept your apology and yes, it's a woman. I thought you knew that from the handwriting. Though, some men have been known to have neat handwriting if they're more artistically inclined, the slant and overall descriptive way of phrasing things give me the impression that a woman wrote your letter."
"Huh. First off, no more Sherlock for you. You're starting to talk in paragraphs like Rachel Berry from Glee and Benedict Cumberbatch. Take a breath next time and use smaller words. Second, I did NOT see that coming though... that totally makes sense."
The red-head smirked and raised an eyebrow before responding.
"I don't need your sass right now. I'm trying to be helpful. If you want to handle this yourself, you're free to leave at any time, ya know?"
Beca puts her hands up in front of her as a sign of peace while smirking again. "I promise not to sass you anymore, oh, great and powerful Chloe Beale. I DID come to you for help so I'll keep my commentary to a minimum."
The red-head flips her hair over her shoulder in a haughty manner and continues with her observations.
"This is what I think we should do..."
"We?"
"Yes, we. Stop interrupting me."
"Sorry."
"Anyways... this is what WE should do. WE are gonna start keeping tabs on the people around you to see if anyone you know pays an abnormal amount of time watching you. And by the people around you, I don't mean that creeper, Jesse. We can already rule him out because one; his handwriting is too sloppy, and two; his idea of being romantic is trying to make you sit through a Howard Hughes movie marathon while dressed up like Ducky."
Beca snorts and nods in agreement. "You definitely have a point there, Beale. Okay, we'll keep an eye out for anyone acting overly nice to me or paying more attention to me than any situation calls for."
The brunette gets up and heads for the door to Chloe's dorm room. Just as she's mostly out the door, she sticks her head back into the room and says, "I think you might be the most uniquely awesome individual I've ever met, Chloe Beale. Never change."
And with that, she leaves.
Beca smiles as she shakes her head and fires up her computer to get to work on her next mix. She puts her headphones on and opens the file marked 'Red'.
"I'm so glad Chloe is willing to help me get to the bottom of this. With her help, this shouldn't take that long to figure out. I wonder who my secret admirer is...?"
Chloe's room:
Chloe is still sitting at her desk, staring at the letter next to her keyboard with an eyebrow raised.
"Well, what are you gonna do NOW, Smarty Pants," the red-head says to herself.
"She came to you for help so, you're gonna help her but... are you ready to come clean about what you've done or are you gonna make her go on a wild goose chase 'til you are?"
As Chloe contemplates the response to herself, Aubrey comes into the room using the red-head's spare key.
"I can't BELIEVE that guy! Bumper Allen has got to be one of the biggest ding-a-lings I have EVER. MET!"
The shorter of the two women sighs and turns toward her blonde friend in order to prepare herself for another 'Posen proposal' on how to handle the Treblemaker.
'I guess Beca can wait a little while longer to find out who wrote this letter...,' Chloe thinks to herself while opening her desk drawer and quickly putting the letter she had written away before Aubrey can see it.
She gets up to retrieve her spare key from the lock and close the door that her best friend had left wide open.
"Should I get you the special bag, Bree, or can we have this conversation without the puking?"
"Very funny, Red."
"I thought so," Chloe replies with a smirks as the dorm door closes.