Hey girls. Here it is, the last part. It's officially done, I just finished my first multi-chapter fiction. This is my best "chapter" so far, I think. Tell me how you see it.

Thanks again for all that sticked with me and to those who faved, followed and a special thanks to all reviewers. I hope to hear some last words of you, this feels like giving away a baby, somehow. I seriously loved to write this and I love you guys, so much. This is a great fandom, one of the best, I dare say.

Epilogue:

Chloe's PoV:

I awake to the sound of the radio as my alarm goes off. It's still pretty early in the morning, just past 6, but I have a long day ahead of me and therefor I need an early start. Sometimes I wish my day had 48 hours. It's been a little over a year since I graduated from the LA art college with pretty good recommendations and even though I mastered in designing and creating furniture I like to keep my mind open with drawing and taking and editing pictures. I believe I'm just not the person to focus on one thing in life. I never was and I'll never be.

The shower is very welcoming this early in the morning but it's nearly lulling me back to sleep with its hot water so I decide to make it fast and get some caffein in my system. While the machine runs I grab some old newspaper lying around and turn it over. It's main article is about the Bellas, they've won the fourth trophy in a row a few weeks ago. No one's surprised, with Beca leading them and the others, minus Aubrey and me, still a part of the team they managed to only get more professional over the years. They're all good together so I guess they prepared the remaining (new) Bellas for the time after them.

I focus on the picture above the article, Beca is smiling at the camera, having an arm around Lily and Denise each. Over the past three years I found myself missing them more than I've ever imagined. We've become a family after all, a crazy but none the less functional, not so little family.

But with the physical distance between us came the emotional as well. We still have contact, mostly via texts or facebook but with them all planning their future they seem to be as busy as I am right now.

With one final glance at the picture I put the newspaper down. It's time to start my journey back to Barden for a Mitchel-Family-Dinner, meaning a whole day spent driving down there. The upside to those meetings is that I get to actually see at least Aubrey and Beca again, with them being present at most of the Mitchel-family-dinners.

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Right after graduation I scored a pretty good job at a local gallery and between helping them out they scanned through my latest creations. They allowed me to exhibit and sell some there and it turned out people really like my work. Right now, creating furniture is a full time job and even some celebrities ask for my work. Hell, I even sold a couch to Lady Gaga! It was featured in her latest video and I practically screamed at the telly as I recognised it. I have a decently sized flat that I'm very proud of having scored but it can get lonely so I'm debating weather I should get a dog or not. I want one, I'm dieing to have one but I fear that I won't have enough time to actually take care of it. Maybe if I had a roommate. But then again, that's easier said than done in LA. Too much to choose from.

Caffein is good. Sometimes too good to be true. So, now that I have my fuel I only need to get my car something to drink and make my way to Barden. I dock my phone to my car with a click and start on my journey. I swear I wouldn't survive that drive without music. I'm that typ of person that keeps the music on her phone always up to date but there are songs, these certain songs I just cannot delete. They are the most played since they are on my phone, the most played on my stereo and on my laptop. The thing is, they are all the mixes Beca made. Thankfully she still uploads most of her stuff to the Bellas Cloud, which is surprisingly, still a thing even though it's not as much used as a few years ago.

Beca and me have established a good, yet sometimes complicated friendship. We're pretty much on the way back to being besties but there are moments when our past interferes with that. There was not a single serious relationship since the thing with Beca on my side but she's been dating this girl named Ginnifer. She's been around for two christmases already and I'm kinda anxious to see if she'll be around this year too. She's a good catch, really, but it's just awkward having to sit opposite to them on a table for a whole evening pretending that I'm not imagining to be in her place.

I don't know and I can't be sure but sometimes it just gets me wondering if Beca knows, if she can feel that I'm thinking about it, if she thinks about it too. Then again, I'm too chicken to ask her, too afraid to ruin this truce we worked out. Aubrey is always telling me to act upon my feelings and to think she would be the one to give relationship (or nonrelationship) advices...well, you can imagine.

Aubrey and Stacie made it offical about three years ago and we can actually start on planning wedding gifts, seeing as the date is set for next august. I feel like the proudest "sister" ever.

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It's already past 11pm as I put my car into a stop in my parents drive way. Their lights are out but over the years I learned that my room will be already prepared for my sleep over and some delicious food will be waiting for me in the fridge. I literally can't wait for the second part, I swear I'm gonna die from hunger soon after this day full of driving. To save time I just grab my sanitary bag and make my way to the front door, the rest can be unloaded later. Or more honestly, Richard can unload my car tomorrow. He won't mind.

Fumbling a bit for the keys I finally manage to open the door. I try to make as little noise as possible while walking up the stairs to my room. As I open the door I am faced with my past, literally. Everything looks just like the day I moved out, even though my mom claimed that she'd love to turn it into a proper guest room, deep down I think she never could. I put on the comfiest PJs that I found in my old dresser and make my way downstairs to the kitchen. Through the door comes a flicker of light, so I know as I open the door that most likely someone is in there, maybe waiting for me. The thing I did not expect is being met with those deep blue eyes. They meet mine in an instant, not blinking, none of us is moving. It's like we're frozen. I don't know how long we just stand there, fixing each other with our eyes, daring one another to move maybe? No, it's more like we're anxious to move, to do something hasty and wrong. I bet we would have stood there until morning and one of my parents entered the room but the next thing I register is a beeping sound. It registers so faintly in my ears that it could have been a telephone ring from a neighbour but it's not. Beca must have been hungry as well, the beeping comes from our oven. The next thing that catches up to my brain is the lasagna smell and my stomach makes itself noticeable, loud enough for Beca to hear.

"You hungry as well, huh?" She moves over to the oven to turn it off, making the beeping finally stop. "Want some lasagna? It's not much, but we can share."

I have to blink a few times, this was so surreal. By the time my eyes focus again she's looking over her shoulders at me, waiting for me to answer. "Yeah, sure. Living-room?"

She turns around again, pulling the dish out with her gloved hands. Seeing mum's pink gloves on Beca would have been a funny image every other time but right now it seems I can't focus on that.

"Works for me. I'll be there in a sec. Can you grab some forks?"

I nod and move over to the cupboards, just then realising that she couldn't have seen from where she's standing so I grab to forks and add "Done."

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We sit. We breath. We eat. We don't talk. The only noise in the room comes from our munching and the forks scraping on the plate. One plate, not much room between us. I guess that's the reason for our silence. A silence I just have to break.

"Congratulations on your victory."

"Thanks, it was hard work. We nearly lost it to the footnotes."

"I can't believe that. You guys are aca-awesome, no one could possibly compete with that."

I just have to look over at her to strengthen my words with a beaming smile. I am proud, proud of her and the Bellas, after all.

"Still haven't stopped using aca before everything, I see." She turns her head too and her trademark smirk is fixed in place.

I just add a dry "Never."

It's crazy how we just seem to have established a light banter between us and it breaks me back to the old days, the uncomplicated days. At one point we both have to laugh so much that we need to calm down to breath again. We unconsciously turn our heads towards each other. We must have gotten closer without noticing, our lips are mere inches apart. Again, we freeze. I don't dare move, I can't trust myself right now, I don't think I could ever trust myself around her. Our eyes have been fixed on each other the whole time and so the effect of her glancing down to my lips intensifies my feelings even more. I don't feel myself wetting my lips, I never gave the order to do it. Still I know that I just did, I can see it in her eyes, I have yet to lose my focus on them. She finally drags her eyes back to my own. "Beca."

I said it to stop whatever is happening right now. I promise that it was my intention but it still came out as a plea. My conscious is fighting against my heart. My very loudly beating heart. I think she'd be able to hear it if we were able to focus on something else then our eyes.

Her eyes are almost black and it's then that I realise that she's leaning in, ready to connect our lips. My body reacts immediately. The hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention, my breath is caught in my lungs, my heart sure just skipped a beat. Every fibre of my being is screaming for what's about to happen-still I can't let it happen. "Don't."

It's so soft, not more than a whisper but it still stops her as if I physically pushed her away. I focus all the strength that's left in me and stand up. My retreat is so hasty that I nearly fall, my limbs not ready to function again. I only stop for a second before leaving the room, my hand already opening the door. I don't look back, I'm too afraid what I'll see if I do. Still, she needs to know, know that it's not because of my feelings, or the lack of them. Its because... "Ginnifer." The tears are already running down my face but I hope she couldn't hear them in my voice.

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It took me most of the night to calm myself down and process what happened. I don't want to be the cause of Beca cheating. It's against her nature. She practically broke contact with her dad because of him choosing my mom. She is not like that and I don't want her to be something she is not, even if I have to sacrify my own happiness. That's what it means to love after all.

The next day it seems like it never happened. Mom and dad have planned the day out to the last detail. Smalltalk over brunch, a long walk in the park. Time for each one of us to shower and change and a whole feast for dinner. We mostly talk about the vacation mom and dad are going on in a few weeks. Three months of Africa, wow. I envy them a bit. Beca talks mostly about the Bellas, sometimes telling us about a new mix she's working on and I tell them about my newest projects and LA in general.

We decided on ending the evening with a movie at the cinema in town. I don't think Beca was that happy about the decision but she just took one for the team, I guess. At least it's a comedy, I think that's why she didn't veto. We sit on opposite ends of our group and I can't stop my eyes from watching her more than actually focusing on the movie. She's not looking over, not once. That hurts, I know I stopped us yesterday, still...it hurts. It's like yesterday didn't matter to her when it nearly shattered my being, again.

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We're saying our goodbyes outside of the cinema. I didn't get much of the movie in the end but it doesn't really matter. My mind is already on the task at hand, driving back to LA. I prefer driving in the night, it's just peaceful. We're hugging each other nearly to death. The next time I'll see my parents is gonna be christmas and they promised to show us all of the photos from their trip. Beca is saying her goodbyes as well. I didn't know she would leave this evening as well, she normally stays till the next day. We wave together as our parents drive off and I make it a point to keep on waving until I can't make out their car anymore. Stalling. I don't know how to react around her, thankfully, she speaks up first.

"I think you can stop waving. They just turned the corner."

I can hear the smile in her voice, she's able to read me, I'm sure of it.

I sheepishly take my hand down, slowly turning to her. "So, this is goodbye, right?"

"Actually, I thought you could maybe give me a ride. It's on your way, promise."

I just nod. I don't trust my voice right now. How long is she going to sit next to me? This just screams awkwardness. We slowly walk over to my car. I stop at the front door, having to search for the keys in my purse. It takes me forever and I'm not even stalling. By the time I look up again Beca has moved from the other side of the car, now standing right in front of me. The surprise makes me loosen the grip on the keys and they fall noisily to the ground. I try to bend down to pick them up but Becas firm grip on my arm stops me. Next thing I know is that my back hits the car and her lips are on me. My brain stops working and it takes a second until I reciprocate, until I know how to reciprocate. She still does that to me. With one kiss I'm shattered and I have to learn to put the pieces together all over again. We kiss. We actually kiss and it feels wonderful. I don't think either of us wants to stop ever again but there is this stupid necessity called air that we need to function, to survive and be able to kiss.

She pulls back first, I swear I wouldn't have stopped even if it meant my death. She gives me one of her trademark smirks before she picks up the keys and manages to open the car. She walks around and takes her seat and all I can do is watch her. What the hell just happened?

I finally manage to get a reaction from my brain again and hurry into the car. She just hands the keys over to me, waiting until I started the car before pulling the safety belt around her. I copy her action and focus on driving. I can't tell you how much time has passed since we started to drive, none of us speaking. I see a street sign telling us that Barden lies 20 miles behind us and Beca seems to have seen it to.

"I broke up with Ginnifer, shortly after last christmas."

I thank god that this street is just going straight for hours as I snap my head towards her. That was more than half a year ago. That piece of information changes everything and I hate myself for pulling away yesterday. Unless...

"There's no one new."

I swear she can read me. I can't believe this is happening. This is too good to be true.

"Could there be someone old?" I ask tentatively. This is a make or break situation and I'm highly aware of that.

"Depends. It would have to be you."

I don't know what to say. I, Chloe Beale have lost my voice. All I can manage to give her my best smile and she returns it with one of her own, the one she's always reserved for me, I realise.

"LA is a long way to go, I'm sure you'll be able to talk before we arrive."

She read me again, didn't she? Wait...does that mean?

"LA?"

"Didn't I mention? I'm about to move there. You sure could help me find an apartment, right?"

She's smirking again and I just overflow with joy.

"Definitely. I know a cute redhead with an apartment too big for her alone. If that's to your liking."

"She definitely seems to be my type. We're going to make it work this time, right?"

"Yeah, 'cause..." I fade off, smiling.

"'Cause?" She doesn't catch on but it's my time to read her.

"'Cause...we're Beca and Chloe."

THE END.

For real, still can't believe it.