Beca was dragged out of what little sleep she got by a horrible noise. It wouldn't stop. What was it! Her phone ringing.

Oh.

Beca reached for her phone, and answered it before she even looked to see who it was.

"Hello?"

"Beca. Thank god. We need you to come in. This band won't leave until they get your final opinion. I tried telling them that it was your day off, but they wouldn't listen. I'm sorry.

"It's ok I'll be in soon. Just hang tight."

To be honest Beca didn't mind going into work. She liked feeling like she was the one that everyone needed. Besides she usually mixed all Saturday anyway. She got out of bed and threw on some clothes. Beca didn't feel the need to dress up. It had been a long time since she had done that.

Beca wandered downstairs and peeked in Sam's room. Not in there. She walked into the kitchen, and poured a cup of coffee. It was from yesterday so she had to heat it up, but she took this time to look around for Sam. When she couldn't find Sam anywhere in the house, Beca started to worry a little. When her coffee was done she walked outside. No Sam here either. She was seriously starting to freak now. Suddenly she heard a light tinkling laugh. It might have been a while since Beca had heard that laugh, but she still remembered it. She made her way over to the fence that separated her yard and the neighbor's yard. Sure enough Sam was talking to the redheaded neighbor. And...gardening?

"What're you doing Sam?"

Both the redheaded woman and Sam looked up quickly at the voice. Sam's face fell, and she looked down. The woman looked from Sam to her mom, and awkwardly stood up. She walked over to the fence.

"I'm sorry you must have been really worried. My name is Chloe Beale. I just moved in recently. Sam heard me singing, and I invited her over to help me with my garden. I hope you don't mind."

Chloe bit down on her bottom lip, and just stared at Beca. She was desperately wishing the brunette woman would say something soon. But all Beca could do was stare into Chloe's eyes. Her bright, deep blue eyes. Much like Sam's eyes. But at the same time not like Sam's eyes. There was some of her biological dad in her eyes that muted the blueness, or maybe the light that made her eyes sparkle had left six years ago. Whatever had happened they weren't quite the same. Not quite as deep. But this woman had those eyes, and it had been so long since she had seen those eyes.

"Um..."

"Um could you help me, please?"

Beca had just transferred to Barden, and she was hopelessly lost. Her dad had finally convinced Beca to move to Barden. Well convinced wasn't the quite the right word. Beca's dad worked at Barden, and he had planned on Beca getting her education there since he had first started working there, but Beca had other plans. She loved music, and that was her career choice. No doubt about it. So when her dad left so did his expectations, and Beca went to Berklee. It was a dream come true, but then her mom lost her job. Even though Beca had a lot of scholarships it still wasn't enough to cover the costs, and off Beca went with free ride at Barden. She enrolled in their music program, but it was nothing like Berklee. Not even close. Beca decided to start working at the radio station on campus. Maybe some experience would help replace the amazing education she had lost when leaving her old college. There was only one problem. She could not find the radio station.

After wandering around the campus for close to an hour she finally gave up and decided to ask someone. She hated to ask this girl, she was so absorbed in her book, but there was no one else around to ask. When the girl looked up Beca was so taken by the eyes that looked back at her. They were the purest blue she had ever seen. The clearest ocean. The most beautiful sky. They were deep, and Beca could already feel herself getting lost.

"Yes, sure. I'll help," the girl said after an uncomfortable silence that had grown without Beca's knowledge.

"Sorry, but you just have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen." Did Beca really just say that? Shit. What was she thinking.

The girl smiled at Beca instantly and chuckled. "You're so sweet, and you don't even know my name."

"My name is Beca Mitchell the girl with the huge foot in her mouth."

This just made the girl laugh even harder.

"I'm Laurie Connolly the incredibly flattered girl."

Beca smiled at Laurie. "Anyway, do you know where the radio station is?"

Laurie jumped up excitedly. "I actually just figured out where that was yesterday. I'm so excited someone asked me where it was. Now I feel like it was totally worth getting lost yesterday. Let's go."

"Wait. You're gonna take me there?"

"Of course. It's the least I could do after you were so sweet."

Beca could feel herself blushing, so she looked down and asked, "How did you get lost yesterday?"

If possible Laurie's smile got even bigger. "Well I was reading and usually on those walks I end up somewhere that I've never been before. I don't mind it though. It's pretty exciting."

"Wait wait. You read and walk? Isn't that dangerous?"

Their easy conversation continued all the way to the radio station. Beca would ask a question and Laurie would talk and talk. And talk and talk and talk. Laurie talked with her whole body. Her arms waved and she was constantly moving. She didn't just talk about herself. She asked Beca questions. More questions than anyone had ever asked Beca. She wasn't comfortable answering some of them, but she did find herself more at ease with Laurie than she had felt in a long time. When they finally reached the radio station Beca was pretty upset. When would she see Laurie again? Would Laurie want to see her?

"Let me see your phone."

"What?" Beca asked.

"You do have a phone right?"

"Um yeah. Here you go."

Laurie fiddled with Beca's phone for a few minutes.

"There. Now you have my number. Call me. Soon."

"Um..."

Chloe was looking at Beca expectantly. Her head slightly tilted. A smile tugging at her lips.

"Sorry. You just have really beautiful eyes."

Chloe's eyes widened and her smile grew. Sam's head shot up and stared at Beca. What had Beca just said?

"Woah sorry."

"No that's ok. It was really sweet. Thank you." Chloe laughed lightly. Beca tore her eyes away from the redhead and looked at Sam.

"I have to go into work kid. Come on and let me drop you off at Jesse's."

"I'm not a kid. I'm almost twelve."

Beca sighed. "Come on Sam. I really have to go."

"I don't want to go to."

"I can watch her. No problem."

Beca and Sam turned to look at her.

"I don't even know you."

"Well you know my name. I can give you my phone number. I live right next door. Besides I have nothing to do all day. I'll enjoy the company."

Sam started to smile while Beca just looked confused.

"Are you ok with staying here Sam?"

"Um. Yeah."

"Well. Ok. I guess. What's your number?" Beca was still a little nervous about leaving Sam here, but she did seem like she wanted to stay. And there was something about Chloe that Beca just trusted. After numbers were exchanged, Beca gave her Jesse's number just to be safe, Beca got in her car and started to drive off. She looked out her window at the girls before driving off. Beca could see Sam laugh before Beca drove off.