Greetings my aca-mortals? How are y'all doing? Say hooray, because I have even more Mitchsen development coming. Perhaps FINALLY our girls will decide that a fedora is a better hat then their ass. Actually no. Fedora's are stupid and ugly. But point being, perhaps they'll stop being such fucking asshats. You know, my cat reads all of your reviews, so you should leave one for her because she's almost always with me when I write. Just saying. My cat (and I) LOOOOOVE reviews :3
As an extra note, I just wanna say that I'm sorry if this sucks. Becky is tied up with school shit, so this isn't betaed. All mistakes are mine, and if this sucks, I blame the British school system.
I own nothing. It sucks but its true, but I say this so now the motherfuckers can't sue!
Aubrey sat in the waiting room of her guidance counselors office to discuss her future college and career options. Like she needed to do that. Her life was already meticulously mapped out by her father, ensuring life long success. So far, she was right on track.
At only 15, she was currently the youngest senior at the Trinity prep school. Ever. Already, she was on the fast track for success. All of her teachers praised her academic ability. Her 5.0 GPA, yes, 5.0 was impeccable, and her transcript couldn't be stronger. She had a total of 12 AP courses, 15 honor courses, was on the dean's list every year, and was the captain of the debate team since her freshman year. She'd been awarded numerous scholastic awards and scholarships and had already been accepted by five different ivy league schools, including Cornell, Harvard, and Princeton.
Not only was she just smart though. She was an excellent athlete too. Her seven varsity letters all stood for themselves. She had four varsity letters in track and field, two in soccer, and one in basketball. She was the youngest person to ever have a varsity letter at 12 years old too. Yeah, she was really fast. Oh, and did I mention that she's the captain of all three teams and manages them all on her own? She's say that she does a fucking awesome job too, if the three national titles were anything to go by too. Not trying to brag or anything, but the wins should speak for themselves. She also did ballet and rode horses. She'd won a number of national competitions in both also.
She also was involved in the art club, and was a fantastic artist is she did say so herself. Her art had already been featured in a number of museums, shows, and had won her a number of awards. She played six different instruments, the violin, cello, trumpet, flute, oboe, and french horn. She didn't count the piano though. She'd been so young when she'd learned it, that she didn't even remember a time when she COULDN'T play. For this, she was also already accepted into Julliard.
And yet, even with all of these impressive accomplishments, Aubrey still sat in the waiting room, nervously glancing about. Though logically she knew this was just a routine thing, she found herself anxious to just get everything over with. She knew that no matter what she wanted to do next in life she could. Her high school transcript couldn't be stronger. But that wasn't why she was nervous. This wasn't about what she wanted, never was. This was about what her father wanted, and she knew that if she did not do this perfectly, there would be hell to pay later.
So, despite having worked for her entire life thus far to get here, she still was incredibly nervous for when her name would be called. Her father explicitly told her this morning to tell her guidance counselor that she wanted to go to Cornell, his alma mater. She was already accepted, so it was just a little bit of paper work before everything would be finalized, but still, she was nervous. Though she'd never say it aloud, that wasn't what she actually wanted to do. She wanted to go to Julliard, not Cornell. She wanted to be an artist, or maybe a dancer, not some fucking suit and tie clone. However, she had to do as her father said.
"Aubrey Posen?" Mr. Devine, her guidance counselor called.
"For a second, Aubrey panicked. She wasn't ready for this! She wasn't, she wasn't! She was only 15 for God's sake! She should be talking about boys r something equally as trivial, not her fucking future! However, quickly, she composed herself.
"I can do this." Aubrey whispered to herself.
Indeed she could. This was her fate, her father's master plan for life. Screw whatever she might feel. Feelings were for the weak, and Aubrey was a Posen. Posen's were not weak. Her father's plan was both sound and logical, so there was no real reason that she should even feel slightly apprehensive about this. She was acting like a fool, and that was absolutely disgraceful. She was making this out to be something much bigger then it had to be. Standing up, Aubrey squared her shoulders and proudly marched into Mr. Devine's office.
She was going to take control now.
The days following Aubrey's chat with Beca left Aubrey feeling exceedingly confused. For some reason, she often found her gaze drifting over to the petite brunette during the day. Over the following three days, Aubrey found herself noticing little details about her grumpy roommate that she hadn't before. Like the way Beca had her morning coffee. She put three sugars in. Stirred it, then put a small amount of creamer in it. Stupid, but for some reason, Aubrey found this fascinating when she first noticed this. Or the face that Beca made when a mix she was working on was nearly finished but still needed a bit of tweaking. Her nose would scrunch up, and her eyes would get a far away look, as though she could actually see the notes in the air.
All were stupid, little, inconsequential things, but for some reason they were all very meaningful for Aubrey. Why though? To be honest, Aubrey was petrified of the true answer. She'd convinced herself that she was just curious about her mysterious roommate, but in her heart, she knew that wasn't really the case. Slowly but surely, she was planting herself in Barden. She was slowly tying herself to a place she hated and had to escape as soon a possible. What the fuck was wrong with her?
Even her adamant hate for Barden was slowly waning away to a grudging dislike at being forced to go somewhere she didn't want to go. No longer was her hate for Barden pointed and focused, but more of a vague dislike at being told what to do. Honestly, Aubrey was pissed at this. She was acting like a petulant child being sent to time out, which totally wasn't the case. She was an intelligent, powerful business woman sent to a fucking nut house for no reason, not just some random fool who could just be sent away. So why now was she actually finding herself enjoying group session? Why did she find herself actually thinking about the shit she said in her private sessions? Honestly, it was frightening.
Now that she had finally been granted permission to roam the grounds (under supervision of course), she found herself admiring the beautiful place. She'd taken a few architecture courses back in college, and she could definitely appreciate the old buildings, and the layout of Barden. The decor of the place really was conducive for a healing mindset and the pond looked absolutely stunning at sunset.
All of this was completely unacceptable to Aubrey though. She was losing focus on what her goal was, because she was allowing little things to distract her. She didn't have time for stupid observations on her roommate or flowers! She had to focus on getting herself out of here and taking back her company. What the aca-fuck was wrong with her?
Great. Just fucking great. Lets frame this extra disgrace while we're listing them. At nights, Aubrey no longer was reading her textbooks or the latest stock report, but instead, she was on youtube looking up a capella videos. Though she was loathe to admit it, she really did love a capella. Something about breaking down songs, figuring out the proper noise for each individual component of a song fascinated Aubrey. As Aubrey researched the subject more, she was shocked at just how much there was in a song. The percussion, bass, harmony, melody, all of it had to be done perfectly, or else the arrangement would sound off. The amount of detail the a capella required completely fascinated Aubrey. Alright, and maybe she liked to sing too. That wasn't the point though.
The point was that Aubrey was becoming sloppy, unfocused, and complacent. Absolutely unacceptable. For Christ's sake she was a Posen! This was not how a Posen was to act. Screw the vision Aubrey's father had for a perfect person, no motivated person with ambition in life would ever be caught dead in Aubrey's situation. She wasn't even fucking meeting basic standards, let alone a Posen's standards! What the hell was she going to do?
"What up Bree-Bree?" Beca said, sauntering into the room.
"Please, refrain from calling me that," Aubrey sighed, her recent thoughts preventing her from being overly irked with her roommate.
"So what's going on in the wonderful world of my uptight bitchy roomie?" Beca smirked, "Actually, no need to answer. I don't really care."
"So why bother wasting time to even ask the question?" Aubrey asked, unamused but not bothered by Beca's underhanded insults.
"Why the God fucking damn not?" Beca said, "I'm gonna be here for fucking ever, so why the fuck wouldn't I do shit? It doesn't even fucking matter."
"Please refrain from using such crude language. It makes you seem unintelligent." Aubrey chided
"Oh my fucking GOD!" Beca groaned, plopping into her bed, "I don't give a fuck how unintelligent I fucking sound! You wanna hear swearing you cunt ass little mother fucking bitch? I can be much worse if you keep fucking pissing me off!"
"Very well, I suppose you care not for the way others think of you," Aubrey sighed, "So then I'll suppose imploring you to try and use better language would be pointless?"
"In-fucking-deed it would!" Beca smirked, "You fucking got it finally!"
Aubrey sighed but did not say anything else. Instead, she just went back to her book. Sometimes Beca really was such an irksome child. Really, was she so immature that she could not see that Aubrey's insistence that she not use profane language was for her own good? Honestly, Aubrey could care less if Beca wanted to swear like a sailor. Words were words. However, as her father always said, it was her civic duty to try and educate the less fortunate. Though she was trying to get away from her father's hold, she most certainly could agree with this teaching.
"Bree?" Beca asked suddenly.
"Please refrain from using a shortened version of my name. Now, what is it that you need?" Aubrey said, looking up from her book. What did the hobbit want now?
"Sorry AU-BREE!" Beca laughed, purposely overly enunciating the first syllable of her name. The little shit, "I was just wondering what the hell it is your reading all the time."
"That is none of your concern." Aubrey said, once more immersed in her book.
"Well SOOOOOORY!" Beca sighed, "I was just curios. You know, cuz you have your nose in that book all the time and really, it looks like a textbook. And I thought you had like fifty degrees-"
"It is a textbook." Aubrey sad tiredly, "And simply because I have multiple degrees in my chosen field of occupation does not mean that I should not do my best to maintain the level of knowledge and proficiency that such a degree would imply."
"What?" Beca asked, her face scrunched up in confusion.
Aubrey smirked. Though Beca would protest vehemently if she heard, she really did look adorable right now. Shit, wait what? Shaking her head, Aubrey tried to rid herself of these thoughts.
"Heeeellllooooooo?" Beca said when Aubrey dd not respond, "Earth to blondie! What the fuck did the who Ph. D shit talking thingy mean?"
"I do not have a Ph.D, though I am working on it," Aubrey said crisply, shaking herself out of her thoughts, "I have three masters degrees and a Bachelors degree-"
"Yeah, I was thinking about that," Beca mused, cutting Aubrey off. How rude! "And how exactly does that work? mean you don't look any older then me, and I thought it took like six years to get one and all."
"I graduated early and double majored in college. Then while I was working on my internships, I was also pursuing my other degrees. However, I did not see the need to further my education in marketing farther then-"
"Whoa seriously dude?" Beca asked, ignoring Aubrey's glare at being called dude, "That's crazy! So are you like one of those wonder kids with an IQ of like fifty gazillion?"
"There is no person in the world with an IQ of fifty gazillion," Aubrey sighed, "The highest known IQ at the moment is-"
"Oh my God!" Beca laughed, "I don't really care! I was just wondering if you were one of those wiz kids who like make miniature nuclear reactors or some shit like that for their fifth grade science fair."
"I have never made a miniature nuclear reactor in my life. Most certainly not in fifth grade either. Though, I did win the national science fair competition in middle school-" Aubrey tried to explain.
"Oh my God! SO you ARE one of those super duper smarty pants kids!" Beca laughed, once more interrupting Aubrey.
For serious though, if she wanted an answer, would it not make the most sense for her to at least WAIT until Aubrey had finished a single sentence? However, if Aubrey was to be honest, she DID find this Beca to be somewhat amusing. Somewhat. Not that much though. It was just a sort of nice change from her usual grumpy, I - hate - the - world attitude.
"I suppose if that's the way you want to put things." Aubrey said, doing her best to ignore the odd feeling in her stomach.
"It is, so am I right?" Beca smirked, "Like are you in the menstrual society or whatever it is?
This time, Aubrey couldn't help it. Laughter bubbled out, and soon Aubrey had tears running down her face. Beside her, Beca just sat on her bed giving Aubrey a curious look. When Aubrey was finally able to speak once more, she tried to choke out an answer.
"It... The Mensa... society!" Aubrey said between giggles, "Not... The menstrual society!"
"Oh... Huh, you know, that would make sense!" Beca said.
"I can't believe you thought it was the menstrual society!" Aubrey said, her laughter finally dying down.
"Well soooooooorry I'm not a genius child." Beca huffed, "But wait, are you one? I suppose it would be were you one though, cuz your not a kid anymore."
"Yes Beca, I was," Aubrey said, sobering immediately upon thinking of her less then happy childhood.
"Oh shit, touchy subject?" Beca asked, upon seeing the abrupt change of Aubrey's demeanor, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say-"
"Its fine." Aubrey said quickly, though her tone would indicate other wise, "Let's just drop this though."
For a second, it looked as though Beca was tempted to say something else, however, Aubrey never gave her the chance. Reopening the book in front of her, Aubrey stared down at the letter and numbers before her, pretending to be immersed in whatever it was. From Beca's side of the room, Aubrey heard her roommate move around. Though she was tempted to look up, and resume their conversation, Aubrey forced herself to stare down.
What the hell was she doing! Though she would deny it if asked, her heart fluttered every time Beca laughed, and she found herself really enjoying talking with Beca when she wasn't being a childish self centered bitch. This was completely unacceptable! For fucks sake, she wasn't even gay! Was she though? For a second Aubrey thought about this. No, she wasn't gay. Not that she had anything against gay people. She just wasn't gay. Why was this even something she was thinking about?
"Ugh! I hate this!" Aubrey groaned. This thinking shit was getting annoying.
"You alright over there blondie?" Beca smirked.
Shit Aubrey thought. Did I just say that aloud?
Clearing her voice, Aubrey willed the color in her cheeks to go down, "I'm fine. This chapter is just particularly difficult for me to understand."
For a second, it looked as though Beca was about to challenge her. However, to Aubrey's immense relief, she just shrugged her shoulders and proceeded to write in the little journal she had. Dropping her head into her hands, Aubrey let out a silent sigh of relief.
Getting up, Aubrey placed her book back on the shelf before going to log onto her computer. At the moment, she was to preoccupied with... other matters to do anything more the some light research. Pulling up a window in her internet browser, Aubrey allowed herself to get lost in the world of acapella.
Aubrey groaned internally. Originally, when she'd said that she would help Chloe train these girls, she had prepared herself for a long hard road, but was convinced that with proper motivation, she could get these girls performance ready in a couple months. However, now that they were having their first official practice, she was beginning to doubt herself. Who knew it would be so hard to get a few girls to run a couple laps?
"Alright ladies, lets go!" Aubrey shouted, "Come on! This is only one mile! We can do this!"
"Ugh... Can't... Breathe..." Fat Amy panted, "Too... Much... Running..."
"Amy, for serious, let's go!" Aubrey barked, "You haven't even finished the first lap. I use to run 10 miles every day. If I can do that, then you can do this!"
As Aubrey continued to literally run circles around the girls, encouraging them to actually get some exercise, she could feel her composure slipping. What the fuck was wrong with these girls? It wasn't like she was asking them to run a fucking marathon! (Which she use to do. Just saying). It was one lousy mile to get them warmed up! The lack of physical ability with these girls was exceedingly vexing for Aubrey. She had allotted a generous fifteen minuted for everyone to run and then cool off, but now, already five minutes in, with only three people even on their second lap, Aubrey was beginning to lose patience.
"Come on girls! LET'S GO!" Aubrey shouted.
Already, she herself had run the four laps around the pond and was continuing to run around, trying to motivate the other girls. Though she kept this to herself, she was actually a little irked at her time. She use to run a solid four minute mile, and the mile she had just run was a little over five minutes. However, that was not the point right now. The point was she had a bunch of lazy unmotivated girls on her hands that couldn't even run a mile. How the fuck were they even going to make it through a three to five minute choreography sequence whole singing if they couldn't even do this? It was ridiculous!
After running her seventh lap, Aubrey took a second to stand at the head of the pond and surveying the scene before her. Fat Amy had given up, and was laying on the ground, just panting. Stacie was half jogging, half groping herself, and Cynthia Rose trailed behind her, ogling the taller brunette. A couple of the girls, Aubrey forgot their names at the moment, had banded together and were at an agonizingly slow pace, jogging around the pond. Lily was lying down in the mud, whispering to herself. To that, Aubrey wasn't sure if she should be annoyed of creeped out. Surprisingly, Beca was actually in the lead, going at a respectable pace, though by the scowl on her face, she wasn't very happy.
Yelling at the girls to keep going her yell died in her throat when she felt a gentle hand rest on her shoulder. Instinctively, she flinched back, and it took every ounce of self control she possessed right now to not sprint away. Clenching her jaw, Aubrey forced herself to not move, not to bolt, though she felt as though every nerve was on fire now. Turning around slowly Aubrey glared at Chloe.
"Yes?" Aubrey said, doing her best to keep her agitation out of her voice.
"Aubrey," Chloe said gently, "I know you were a star athlete and worked with similar people, but these girls are not. Most of them haven't run the mile since middle school. How about you let them take a break?"
Aubrey's eyes blazed. Did Chloe not see the problem here? These girls were in worse shape then she thought! From her extensive research on the subject, while some groups did not have elaborate choreography, those that did, tended to score better, provided that they also sang well. Aubrey also knew from experience that singing and dancing at the same time was not the easiest. These girls were so far from even being performance trainable, that it was a travesty.
"I do no think that would be a wise decision," Aubrey said evenly, carefully removing Chloe's hand from her shoulder, "These girls need to have the stamina to sing and dance at the same time. If they cannot even run a single mile, then I highly doubt that they will be able to do a full dance number."
"Riiiiiight," Chloe said slowly, "But don't you think that you know, we can work on other things too? The girls also have to learn how to actually do a capella, and we also have to pick songs-"
"No we do not." Aubrey said sharply, "I have already created an arrangement based off of a past group that had won the ICCA's."
"Oh awesome!" Chloe smiled, "What did you pick?"
Aubrey smirked, "I picked a number of famous songs done by women. I have also created the choreography sequence for the arrangement. I still have some work to do with the break down of each component, however, I cannot do so until I have the girls ready."
"Oh..." Chloe said, unsure of what to say, "That's cool. I thought that we'd all pick the songs together though."
"Have you heard the music that the people here listen to?" Aubrey scoffed, "It is such uncouth drivel, that I'm surprised that their brain do not rot out of their heads. The music I picked for our arrangement is on the very cusp of decent music. However, I am aware that the music I typically listen to is not mainstream or even common."
"Okay?" Chloe half asked, half said.
"Excellent," Aubrey sighed, "Now are we done here so that I may continue with cardio?"
"But I was kind of thinking that-" Chloe started to say, however Aubrey had already sprinted away, yelling and circling around the next unmotivated imbecile.
Aubrey brought a tired hand to her face as the last girl walked out to the group room. Practice was over, and now, it was her job as co-captain or whatever to help stay and clean up. Honestly, Aubrey was just thankful of the alone time.
To say that the first practice was a complete clusterfuck would actually be a complete understatement. Aubrey had meticulously planned out every minute of the four hour block she was granted to train the girls. She had allotted extra time for different issues she thought might arise and had also left an entire half hour of the time open for general questions and extra practice. She had expected that at least by the end of the first practice the girls would at least have gone through the entire choreography sequence once.
How wrong she was.
Her original fifteen minutes for their warm up run was apparently completely insufficient. By the time the last girl had finished their fourth lap, they were already 45 minutes into the practice. Immediately after Fat Amy had crossed the line, Aubrey had ushered the girls into the room they held group in, hoping to try and stick to the schedule at least somewhat. She figured that she had already found the one major issue that their group would have, so then now, they would know what they needed to work on. One group couldn't have more then one major thing they needed to work on, right?
Wrong!
The next major issue actually arose immediately. The second she explained the songs they were singing, a certain bitchy ass, overly pierced, ridiculously short, alternative girl decided to voice her unsought, annoying objections to Aubrey's choice of songs.
Apparently, not having any song's from this century was in Beca's words, 'Ridiculous, stupid, and just plain dull'. It literally took Aubrey ten minutes to just make Beca shut the hell up so that they could work on breaking the songs down and figure out who would do what. Thank God Beca hated cardio, or else Aubrey wasn't sure what she could do to ensure she maintained control over their ragtag little band of merry idiots.
Thankfully though, each of the girls had a decent voice, and all collectively, they had a wide range, so that would not be an issue. However, there certainly were a number of things that they had to work on. While Fat Amy practically yelled when she sang, Lily barely made a sound. Cynthia Rose just had this... way about her when she sang. While she most certainly had an excellent voice, she lacked the poise and elegance that Aubrey thought was necessary. Stacie couldn't seem to sing a single note without trying to grope herself, and the one, Ashley, Aubrey thought it was just jumped up and down like the fucking energizer bunny. Honestly, it all was completely unacceptable.
However, the most infuriating of them all was Beca fucking Mitchell. Though Aubrey was loathe to admit it, Beca truly had an excellent voice. Her powerful alto was really excellent, and Aubrey was sure that if Beca would just listen to her, she could really make the group better. But there was the catch. Beca didn't listen. Like at all. Every single thing Aubrey asked of Beca ended up a massive argument. Even with simple little requests, Beca complained and would refuse to do something until Aubrey literally screamed at Beca to just shut up and do as she said. Honestly, what the fuck was Beca's problem? Aubrey had even offered Frodo a solo, and she refused to take it because in her words, 'she didn't was to puke singing shit fucking songs'. Aubrey ended up giving the solo to Fat Amy after that.
Really, her songs weren't shit though! They were classics. I Saw the Sigh, Eternal Flame, and Turn the Beat Around were excellent songs, far better then the tasteless shit Beca would rather them sing. She would never compromise the group's musical integrity with that shit. Aubrey was certain that eventually the girls would be thankful for this later. If only she could just make them see that.
Sitting down on one of the chairs, Aubrey put her head in her hands. What the hell was she doing? Why the aca-fuck was she wasting her time with these broken people? For fuck's sake, she was the CEO of one of the most powerful and profitable companies in the world, not some stupid camp counselor. She really didn't need this shit!
"You alright Bree?" Chloe asked, pulling a chair up.
"I'm fine." Aubrey said stiffly, raising her head up.
She really didn't need this right now. Like for serious, all she needed to do right now was figure out what the hell she was going to do. Their performance before the board was in three months, right around the time Aubrey was hoping to get the fuck out of here. She didn't need fucking Chloe butting her head in Aubrey's business, fucking her plans up.
"No, you're not," Chloe said simply, to Aubrey's great annoyance, "Today was a clusterfuck, pardon my language, but it was. I know you probably had the day's agenda meticulously planned out, and if I had to guess, we fell WAY short of even your lowest expectations."
"Its fine," Aubrey said, doing her best to not show her annoyance, "I will simply reevaluate the original plan and have each rehearsal be more extensive and intense. I will-"
"Bree, please, stop." Chloe butted it, "I know you want this to be perfect, and to some level, so do I, but you know, this is suppose to be a fun project. This is something to help everyone relax, and let loose I-"
"Chloe, I do understand the point of this project, I really do," Aubrey said, her patience for this conversation growing thin, "Rest assured that this will become a fun activity. However, before such can happen, the girls need to learn the basics and be ready to preform. Fun will come later, but now-"
"See, that's where you're wrong though," Chloe said, "Who said that learning something new can't be fun? I-"
"I never said that it wasn't" Aubrey said, "however, fun will not be my priority. Perfection and -"
"Aubrey." Chloe said, "Remember, we talked about this. Perfection isn't what its chalked up to be. The fun is in the challenge in life, in-"
"Pardon me, but this conversation is over now." Aubrey said firmly. Aubrey found that she was quickly losing patience with the irksome ginger in front of her, and she needed to leave, like now before she said something that would come back and bite her in the ass later, "I have other things to do tonight before dinner and lights out, so if you will excuse me, I need to go. If you feel the need to further this conversation, we can talk tomorrow in our private session."
Getting up, Aubrey walked away before Chloe even had a chance to respond.
"Well, well well, welcome back Aca-Nazi!" Beca smirked as soon as Aubrey walked into their room, "So did you enjoy your day of terrorizing all of us?"
"Shut up Beca!" Aubrey spat, already far to annoyed to bother with her usual polite responses, "I really don't have the patience to deal with you right now."
"Oh no!" Beca said in mock horror, "In that case, I better just respect your wishes and do as you say!"
"If you have even an iota of common sense, then yes, you would." Aubrey growled.
"Too bad that I don't then!" Beca smirked, "So did you enjoy being such a bitch today? Make you feel-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Aubrey roared, her patience finally completely worn out, "I DON'T FUCKING FEEL LIKE DEALING WITH YOU RIGHT NOW, SO SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I MAKE YOU!"
Becca simply stared, completely shocked at Aubrey's angry outburst. For a second, an odd look flitted across her face. It almost looked like she was sorry. However, soon that look was gone and was replaced by the maddening smirk. Gritting her teeth, Aubrey closed her eyes and did her very best to not go over to Beca's bed right now and slap that fucking look off of her face.
"Someone's a bit grumpy today!" Beca laughed.
"Yes, so it would be greatly appreciated if you would stop trying to antagonize me or bait me into a fight." Aubrey growled.
Beca smirked, "Gee Aubrey, I'd be really happy to do what you said if only I knew what you were saying! I'm just a what was it you called me the other day? A degenerate imbecile to caught up in her own world to know what's even going on in the real world? Yeah, I think that was what it was. So sorry, I'm to stupid to understand-"
"Just please be quiet." Aubrey spat out through gritted teeth.
"Well why didn't you just say so?" Beca smirked, as though Aubrey hadn't just told her to shut up moments before.
"I did." Aubrey spat.
"Whatevs." Beca shrugged.
Beca then proceeded to put her headphones on, turning the volume up so much that even from across the room Aubrey could clearly hear what song was playing. For a second, Aubrey was surprised at the song that came on. Miley Cyrus' Party in the USA. Biting down on her lip, Aubrey tried not to laugh. So this was the music that Miss Badass listened to? Yeah, no way in hell would Aubrey ever let her choose a single song for their set list. Like ever.
With a sigh, Aubrey walked over to her bed and then puled out her own ipod. Setting it on shuffle, Aubrey closed her eyes and let sleep over take her while in the background, Beethoven's moonlight sonata gently played.
So how was that? One of the biggest things all of you wanted was more Mitchsen developement, so huh? A bit better? Not at all? Yeah, I kinda thought so... I'm sorry. I'm working on it!
So no one is reviewing anymore? Does that mean this sucks? If it does, guys, I can totes ditch this if you want. I mean it too, if this really does suck, can someone tell me? Fuck if I know. Actually, I do know it sucks, but does it suck that badly?
makesmesmile98: Thank you so much for your review! I'm glad you like Chloe, and I'm glad you like this fic! Thanks for pointing out the grammar shit too. I don't reread my chapters, because when I do, I always end up deleting them. Yerrr... Grammar Nazi's are alright though... As long as you don't start like pointing EVERY thing out. cuz Ain't is a word and I ain't gonna stop usin it XD