I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.

-Mother Teresa

Thirteen year old Aubrey flopped down quite unceremoniously into the grass, kicking off her sneakers and cricking her neck, as she rolled her shoulders. Usually she had more poise then that, but considering she just ran ten miles in exactly fifty three minutes and twenty four seconds, she was willing to cut herself a little slack.

Closing her eyes for a second, Aubrey tired to catch her breath. She'd really pushed herself hard, and she knew her father would have his own work out for her which she would be expected to preform later that night. Usually she went straight into the next phase of her weekly work out, but knowing her father still had something planned for her, she knew she had to take things a little bit easier, well easy compared to the ball-busting-Posen-way easy today.

Feeling the warm sun on her face and the light breeze blowing through her hair, Aubrey smiled a little and stretched lazily in the grass, flexing and wiggling her toes. It really was a beautiful day. Shaking her head, Aubrey suddenly grimaced. No, she needed to be focused right now. There once was a time when nice weather was something Aubrey was able to appreciate, but now she didn't have that kind of time. She had to be on the top of her game. Always, always, always. Semper Vigilant. That was what they said at CAP. Dear God, if only they knew ...

Aubrey knew that the way she was being raised wasn't normal, by any stretch of the imagination. To start with, she was the middle child of one of the wealthiest men in world. She literally grew up on yachts, in mansions, and yes, she did have a horse. Not a pony, but an actual horse. It actually was a champion thoroughbred race horse, so yeah ... not exactly normal on that front but then her family dynamic wasn't exactly normal either.

It was quite fascinating to think about and a psychiatrist would have a field day evaluating them all ... what child's parent's would make their child run outside in the snow with nothing but a pair of summer running shorts and a tank top to build "character". Or what parent beat their child with a belt until they were on the ground begging for them to stop? Covering them in ugly, harsh bruises on their back, stomach and thighs; usually taking a month to heal, give or take a few days. And why would she receive the treatment? Why? All because she didn't make her bed correctly and to the set standard.

Even still, despite all the beatings, runs and other ridiculous punishments, Aubrey still loved her parents. I mean, they were hard on her, almost cruel at times, but this was because they cared, wasn't it? Her mother was never part of the punishments, at least not physically. The most she ever did was click her tongue and tut. Nothing more would be spoken on the matter and the child was expected to know that they had done wrong, to work on being better, not from fear, but because they genuinely wanted to be better. Aubrey's father was a different case. he yelled a lot. Got frustrated with his children's short comings easily and was quick to lash out. Aubrey could remember a number of times when she literally couldn't sit down for a week as a young child, having forgotten one of the many rules and regulations of the Posen household.

Her father was still a good father to Aubrey, though, despite everything. His wife kept him grounded, and he really did hold at least some form of affection for his kids in his strange warped heart, which he showed in his own ways. They had bi-weekly camping trips in the woods where he taught her how to make a fire with nothing but two sticks, make snares from shoelaces, and make shelter with nothing but the resources the forest provided her with. He taught her how to sail, how to shoot a gun, self defense, and so many other skills.

He also taught her a number of important life lessons that served Aubrey well throughout her entire life. He was also her biggest supporter of all her activities. Debate club, drill team, everything. He was at every meet he could make and he always equipped her with the best materials. Sure he was also her biggest critique, tearing apart every play, every step, every pass, but he was harsh because he cared. She was a Posen, and Posen's were the best. No excuses. It was just how things were.

And to be honest? Aubrey was proud to be a Posen. She didn't mind the higher standards, or the extra work. She genuinely liked being the best. And she liked it even more when her father told her she did well. Which he did. When she won ...

But you know, she was a Posen, so she won all the time, so it's good. And sure he never exactly said he was proud of her or that he loved her (but ya know, love was for lifeless dreamers), or anything like that. But the point was when Aubrey did well, her father usually acknowledged her, so it was fine.

And it really was.

The first ten years of Aubrey's life were really actually fine. Not great. Forced marches weren't her favorite nor were daily runs, but that's whatever. The beatings were never too brutal if she accepted the punishment and not put up a fight. The expectations were high but attainable with dedication and some hard work. And her father was right. Diamonds were only made under pressure and she WAS her mother's little diamond, so shouldn't she work hard to be worth that name? Which she did by the way. Not many ten years old could read at a high school level, understand Algebra, know the periodic table by heart and hit a two inch diameter target from a hundred meters nine times out of ten. In face the list was rather short.

Everything changed though when Aubrey's mother died.

Caroline Posen was Thomas' anchor to the world. Yes, she easily adopted the Posen ways, but she told her kids she loved them, and actually meant it. But now, without her, everything changed. Thomas flew into a rage, taking his grief out on everything and anyone. Daddy became sir. An A in school work became only just barely acceptable, and perfection was sub par. Her father never went to any of her meets, practices, competitions, anything any more. In fact, he didn't even care unless Aubrey messed up. No more camping trips with her her father ... she went alone now, sometimes with ex Navy SEALS or Army Rangers to teach her new skills. But never ever with her father ...

Standing up, Aubrey shook those thoughts out of her head. She slipped her feet back into her sneakers, tying the laces with a double bow. Fuck, shit was getting depressing now. She had to get a grip. Had to get a grip ... dropping back down, Aubrey began executing perfect push ups, ignoring the scream of her arms, legs, abs ... basically her entire body. Just gritting her teeth, Aubrey kept pushing herself further, arms breaking ninety degrees every time, her head up, staring into infinity.

"Fifty-six, fifty-seven, fifty-eight ..." Aubrey counted each time her arms straightened.

She was a Posen. And perfection, no matter how hard, how high, how unattainable that was, would always be her standard.

Sitting on the bed next to Beca, Aubrey could feel her breath catch as the first, harsh chords of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony drifted through the speakers on Beca's laptop.

However, underneath the iconic symphony, Aubrey strained to hear what Beca had done. She knew something was different, she had heard this melody more times than was considered normal but it wasn't until Taylor Swift's voice filtered through the speakers that Aubrey realized that Beca had masterfully blended her song Haunted into the symphony.

Subconsciously shifting a inch closer to Beca, Aubrey let herself forget the outside world, and for a time, she forgot that she was in a mental institution as Beca's mix played. She was transported far away, each change in lilt brought a new memory or a fresh thought, letting her breathe normally for the first time in years.

As each song played out, and a new section was added, the meaning and inspiration of Beca's mix was undeniably clear. Love. The pain. The costs. The desire. Biting her lip, Aubrey forced herself to look anywhere but at Beca right now. Did this mix mean that Beca really did like Aubrey too? That all the feelings she'd been forcing herself to try and forget and ignore were actually reciprocated by the beautiful, brunette beside her?

Staring at the computer screen as the last chords played, Aubrey knew she was at a turning point.

Whatever she said next could very well decide how the rest of her stay at Barden went (not to mention the rest of her life, but Aubrey refused to think of that at the moment, the potential was almost too spicy to think about). Finally looking into the stormy blue eyes that never failed to intrigue and draw her in, Aubrey spoke, her determination stronger than she had known it for a while.

"All of that?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Did you mean it?"

"Yeah." Beca said, looking away, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Fuck me, but I did."

"Beca, please, look at me." Aubrey said softly, wanting to reach out and stroke Beca's tear stained cheek, but unable to get past the paralyzing grip of fear in her mind. "Please ..."

"What?" Beca all but spat. "Why, so you can laugh at me to my face? I never asked to like you Posen. And if I could, I'd forget all of these feelings, okay? But I fucking can't. God knows I've tried too. I can't make myself forget how I feel about you. This stupid, fucked up damn near gooey feeling I get when I look at you or you are close by. I know you don't feel the same way ... and you know what? That's fine. I'm not holding you to anything here. Just, please, get out of here and I just fucking beg you not to laugh at me or tell everyone that I can be a sap. Please go because being around you fucking hurts me, okay?"

"What if ..." Aubrey swallowed hard, trying to say the words she had to say "... what if ...?"

"What if, what?" Beca asked, finally looking back to Aubrey.

Staring into Beca's eyes once more, Aubrey felt herself begin to lose her grip on reality. She could stare into Beca's eyes for a life time and never get bored. But try as she might, she couldn't make the words she needed to say come out. Beca made her feel free ... but her father's grip on her was stronger and that tethered her to the ground.

Clenching her jaw, Aubrey desperately tried to say the words she wanted to say, needed to say, but she just couldn't. Here now, she finally had the proof that maybe her feeling for Beca weren't ridiculous, and she was about to blow her one shot at redemption because she just couldn't say the words on the tip of her tongue.

She swallowed hard.

As if sensing her inner struggle, Beca tentatively reached out and gripped Aubrey's hand, lightly enough that Aubrey could pull away if she wanted, but also tightly enough so that Aubrey knew it was Beca's fingers interlacing hers and that she had her close by. Flinching slightly at the contact to start with, Aubrey quickly relaxed and looked down at their fingers.

How could a pair of hands that had previously never even touched before look so perfect together?

Beca's hands were warm and as she tapped the pads of her fingertips against Aubrey's pale, well manicured, soft hands. Aubrey soon realised that Beca was tapping out the beat to the song that she had just played her. Aubrey knew that Beca was waiting for an answer or at the very least a response and the drumming on her hands was Beca's way of showing her nervousness.

She knew Beca needed an answer but Aubrey was unable to give it to her. Aubrey knew she would give up everything she owned in that second if it meant she could unleash her innermost thoughts and feelings to the one person who had made her stay at Barden easier and better. The one girl who would probably irk her for the rest of her life yet at the same time could challenge and stimulate her forever.

Beca had gotten under her skin.

And why? Well, that was the big question for Aubrey. She had slept with so many men; countless, faceless beings who wanted inside her pants rather than just say two words to her. She was so used to her father forcing her night after night to be the best whore for his clients, his business ... he always had to have it his way. She liked men, she actually did like dating, fine dining, ballets, concerts and being driven in fast, expensive cars. She just didn't like being treated as an object of desire for men who clearly were only interested in a quick fuck. And yet, here was a girl, who had all but confessed her feelings to her; using music as her words and giving something to Aubrey that she hadn't had for a long time.

Safety.

Aubrey was an actions type of girl. She showed her prowess by being the best, by passing every test, by striving for perfection; by running faster, playing sports better; learning quicker. She showed her strength in her actions.

She could sense Beca pulling away from her; not in the literal sense of word, she was still grasping Aubrey's hand tightly, but her eyes had glazed over and the look of defeat that burrowed across her forehead showed Beca's tough exterior coming back.

Aubrey took an internal deep breath. It was now or never. She opened her mouth to speak, to say the words 'I think I'm in love with you' but all that came out was a rush of air escaping from her lungs.

'Pull yourself together Posen. Get a grip. You can do this. Just form the words and say it.' Aubrey screamed into her brain.

She could sense Beca looking at her and she could swear she saw pieces, no ... damn chunks of Beca falling apart and being replaced by the walls that she had thrown up so many years ago. Aubrey felt her heart beginning to race, the pressure of her thoughts forcing her to close her eyes and will herself to calm down. Beca had laid herself bare for Aubrey, Aubrey needed to do the same.

'Why can't I say it? What do I want?' Aubrey thought, imagining a sheet of paper that she could write on. 'If I can have anything in the world, anything at all, what would it be?'

She couldn't remember the last time she had a real option to think about what she needed out of this crazy thing called life. She used to be a forward thinker, almost a dreamer who held hope in high esteem and who took pride in her work. Now, it was all she could do to get dressed in the morning.

What did she want from life? She had it pretty easy in comparison to a lot of people. She had an amazing job that she could probably return to, more money than she needed, a capability to fly anywhere in the world for the weekend, to eat at the finest restaurants, to drink exquisite champagne, buy expensive art, any technology she want and drive one of the nicest cars on the market ... she literally could have anything she wanted. Yet, it was all tainted, ruined by her father.

What she wanted, and had done so since she was a young girl and had idyllic dreams, was a small farm, with a red barn and a stable for her horse. She wanted chickens and goats and a ride on grass mower. She wanted to bake and sew and hold babies in a rocking chair. She wanted to muck out the pigs with her hair tied up in one of those scarves that farmers wives wear, she wanted to invest time in a vegetable patch and hold bake sales for the local Church. She would make jellies in the winter and chutney's in the summer, hold a fete once a year for under privileged children and a coffee morning for lonely seniors. The fresh air could mend her broken soul and the hard graft could heal her heart. She could see Beca working on the farm, using one of the outhouses as a recording studio and Aubrey could sponsor a struggling musician and help him or her get on their way.

She shook her head slightly, trying to force the thoughts from her mind. 'As if Beca would want that.' She scoffed to herself.

But what if Beca did? Could Aubrey take the chance?

Her life had been all right before she had been forced to come to Barden and ... no, wait, that wasn't true. She hadn't really enjoyed the luxury lifestyle; the trimmings and trapping were now the scars to her life. Could the dream of a more simple life, where learning was not everything and striving for perfection not always necessary. Could this mean she could finally sleep at night?

She willed her mind and brain to stop over thinking everything and focus on getting the words stuck in her throat out. In her minds eye she saw a white sheet of paper and a pen. She imagined her hand writing on the paper, her eyes not looking at the words. She could almost feel her father standing over her, demanding to know what she was doing, asking why she was wasting time on this. The alt girl would never be able to provide Aubrey with the level of intelligent conversation she needed, she wouldn't be able to match her in terms of social standing and breeding and she certainly didn't earn enough money to satisfy Thomas Posen III's almost impossibly high standards.

But Beca did challenge Aubrey. OK, it was slightly infuriating at times but she gave Aubrey new emotions and her made her feel them; even if it was annoyance. She gave her time to think, she didn't judge her for the clothes she wore, her disheveled appearance in the morning or yell at her for not running around the lake three times before 6am instead of laying in bed reading or studying.

Aubrey didn't think Beca had even noticed the way she had to turn her dinner plate three times before she could take a bite of food and the way Beca attacked her food with gusto and seemingly enjoyed every mouthful, Aubrey felt for the first time in such a long time that it would be okay if she did finish her food and not have to leave half of it for appearances sake, even if she was still hungry.

She began to ignore her father's words. She shut him out and he slowly began to fade into the background in her mind. He was still screaming at her, telling her she was making a mistake, that she was the mistake. She wanted to put her hands to her ears, to block out the sound of his disappointment but that would mean letting go of Beca's hand; and the contact she had with her was keeping her grounded and safe.

In her mind, she looked down at the piece of paper she had subconsiously been writing on. There was one word on it. Just one.

Beca.

What was this feeling stirring, deep inside her core, like a small fire in her heart? Could it ... could it possibly be hope?

Almost struggling to breathe, she shifted just one more inch towards Beca. She felt almost proud of herself that she didn't gag when the very edge of her knee brushed Beca's, she didn't recoil when Beca's eyes snapped down to look at what had just brushed against her, despite Aubrey sitting a mere six inches away. The rush of noise in Aubrey's ears was incredible, pounding, booming, painful. It physically hurt her to be this close to someone else, but it also made her feel free.

'Words, it's just words. Come on.' Aubrey thought. 'You know what you want to say! Just tell her!'

"What if ..." Aubrey whispered, finding courage from deep within her soul and using the only words she could manage. She took Beca's hand and clutching it to her chest. Lifting Beca's fingers to her lips Aubrey gently kissed each one of Beca's fingertips in turn, looking deeply into her eyes. And with each kiss; each gentle touch placed delicately onto someone else's skin, Aubrey felt lighter than air. Beca curled her hand around Aubrey's sealing the kisses between them.

It was all Aubrey could do.

But for Beca, in that moment, it was enough.

Chloe knew something was different the second Aubrey and Beca walked into group.

Both could only be described as radiant, with uncharacteristically large, grins adorning both of their faces. What was even more shocking was the fact that the pair had their pinky fingers intertwined, oh so slightly swinging their hands back and forth as they walked; the subtlest of touches but the hardiest of reactions for them both. Bursting out in a smile herself, Chloe all but shouted with glee.

"It's about God damn time bitches!" CR hooted, saying the words everyone was thinking.

Walking on and sitting down into their seats, ignoring CR, the only recognition that anyone got from the new couple was Beca flipping CR off as she went by.

"Love you to B!" Cynthia Rose laughed.

"So did you two finally fuck?" Stacie asked innocently, not at all bothered by the glares that everyone immediately sent her way. "What?! Come on guys! NO ONE is that happy without having a good fuck!"

Stiffening besides Beca, Aubrey almost let go of Beca's pinky (the slight contact was all that she could bring herself to do) but one look at Beca made her pause. Beca wasn't like that, and they were just words ... however, before she could voice her feelings Beca voiced hers, albeit in a rather crude and overly profane manner. Despite not agreeing with the delivery, Aubrey most certainly did not disagree with the message.

"Oh, fucking totally Stace! We've been at it like rabbits for hours." Beca said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "No, you dumb shit! Not everyone needs sex to be happy you know, okay? So why don't you put a sock in it bitch, okay? Fucking keep your mouth shut Stacie. I know that's really hard for you, but why don't you give it a shot, okay? It'll do everyone else here a fucking favor too."

Gaping, Stacie could only stare at the angry brunette before she broke out into a massive grin.

"Damn Beca!" Stacie laughed. "That was hot! We should totally screw. Aubrey too, obviously. Damn sister, that would actually be REALLY hot ... you should swing by my room later. Maybe Brad will finally be here so it can be a hot four some."

Tightening her grip on Beca's pinky, Aubrey for once didn't feel the urge to bolt at the mention of sex, to run from the room in shame, but rather, she felt a possessive anger course through her at the thought of Stacie trying to take Beca away from her.

"Stacie, Beca is mine now, and I am Beca's." Aubrey said, using her best authoritative, angry business voice that she usually reserved for the toughest of clients. "So, I would recommend that in the best interest of your personal heath and physical safety that you remove any and all unpure thoughts of both myself and of Beca from your mind. I will not ask you to do so again. And failure to comply will result in what I can assure you will be unpleasant consequences. Very unpleasant. Do I make myself clear?"

"Wut?" Stacie asked, scrunching her face up in confusion.

"Basically, Aubrey just said fuck off or else." Beca smirked. "To which I second, okay?"

"Oooooooooh!" Stacie said. "Well why didn't you just say so then?"

"We have- I did-" Beca tried to say before she shook her head. "You know what, whatever. It's been said now, so can you just lay off now?"

"Oh sure!" Stacie said happily. "So are we gonna get this thing started or what?"

"Indeed we are. Are we all here?" Aubrey said, quickly scanning the room. "We are going to work on our instrumental parts now, so everyone, you know what you need to focus on. Thank you. Chloe and I will be around to help as needed, and at the end of rehearsals, I would like us to go through the entire set to see what else needs work and to create tomorrows schedule. Is that agreeable with everyone?"

"Wait, so no cardio today then?" Amy asked excitedly.

"I trust you all to do you own." Aubrey said, smiling oh so slightly. "Anymore, I will waste no more rehearsal time on such. But that means you are to actually DO your own cardio on your own time, okay Amy?"

"Hells yeah!" Amy hooted, thrusting both fists in the air.

"Excellent!" Aubrey said happily. "So is everyone clear on what we are doing today?"

With a chorus of agreements, Aubrey dismissed everyone to go to their groups, and people stood, tucking their chairs to the side of the room, against the wall and went off to their respective areas. Standing up herself, Aubrey was about to go over to help Amy with her guitar solo, when Beca's voice stopped her.

"Aubrey?" Beca asked.

"Yes, Beca?" Aubrey said, turning around.

"So ..." Beca said awkwardly, toeing the wooden floor with her boot. "I'm yours now? And you're mine?"

Cheeks flaming, Aubrey ducked her head and looked away. Shit buckets ... Did she actually say that when she was reaming Stacie out? Better yet, why was she asking herself that question? She perfectly remembered what she had said, and indeed, she had said such. Why did she have to do things like that? Why? Beca was most likely going to panic at this, and Aubrey was going to lose-

"Hey, Aubrey?" Beca said. "Stop over thinking for a second and just answer me, please? Am I ... am I yours now? And you're mine now? Like, this is really is a thing and not just me taking things the wrong way?"

Looking up, Aubrey met Beca's big hopeful eyes. Reaching out, Beca took Aubrey's hand in hers, and for once, Aubrey didn't instinctively flinch away. She did tense slightly, but nothing more. Which considering, was significant improvement compared to what her reaction would have been not even two months ago. Holding Aubrey's hand, Beca placed a gentle kiss on the smooth skin, letting her lips just barely touch before pulling back.

"It's okay Aubrey." Beca said soothingly, with a lopsided half smile. "Just talk to me, okay?"

"If you ... if you want us to be ..." Aubrey said quietly, nervously biting her lower lip. "I don't- I can't ... I want us to be what you want Beca. I know what I want but I am not imposing my will or even my thoughts on to you in any way. I said that in the heat of the moment in a hopeful albeit ill guided attempt to put a stop to Stacies unwanted advances on both myself and you."

"Well that sucks." Beca sighed. "Because I kind of liked the idea of you being mine ... I also really liked I could say I'm yours."

"Really?" Aubrey asked hopefully.

"Yeah ... I actually really did ... so can I?" Beca asked, her voice equally hopeful.

"Yes." Aubrey said, a large smile stretching across her face. "I'd really, really like that."

Luke Posen stretched back languidly in his large, extremely expensive Italian leather chair. He'd just closed yet another multi-million dollar deal, the third of that month. Life was very good for the youngest Posen child at the moment. He was quickly climbing through the ranks in Posen enterprises, he had a smoking hot girlfriend from a highly respectable family, and his sales numbers were the highest they'd ever been. Sure his numbers weren't as high as what his irksome middle sisters' used to be, but then again, he didn't sleep with customers to seal the deals.

The corner of Luke's eye twitched oh so slightly at the thought of his older sister Aubrey.

Ever since that happened, life for Luke got significantly better. With no other Posen child in good standing, Luke quickly proved his worth to his now publicly disgraced father and the rest of his family. Quietly taking on all the work he had to, Luke was everything a Posen was supposed to be. Efficient, smart, well mannered, and above all, perfect; Luke commanded the respect of those around him and earned the respect of his father.

His father ...

His father was being wrongfully imprisoned because of his stupid, mediocre, sister. Gritting his teeth, Luke picked up the phone once more and dialed in the oh so familiar digits. Aubrey was ruining the family, and it now fell to him to sort this mess out. His father, their father was languishing in a prison cell because of that whiny, worthless whore, his sister Aubrey. All this was of her fault. And because she was weak, as usual, his father was now paying the price.

And yet, despite this, Aubrey still remained the sole heir of more then 75% of Thomas Posen's estate, including Posen Enterprises. Thomas Posen had made that choice long before Aubrey's prostitution scandal broke, and now that he was imprisoned, he was unable to undo his grievous mistake. However, this was something Luke was diligently working on fixing.

"Good evening Mr. Posen." Charlotte Bryant spoke evenly into the telephone; undoubtably she was the best of the family's ten personal lawyers. "What may I ask is the purpose of this call tonight?"

"I want a status update on my father's appeal." Luke said, not bothering with pleasantries.

"Indeed." Charlotte said, immediately switching gears to business. "I have good news on that front. We have a set appeal date in three months on the twenty third of July. Is this agreeable with you, sir?"

"I would rather it be sooner, but it will do." Luke said, almost petulantly. "Is that all the news you have to give me?"

"Unless there is something else you have to ask, then yes." Charlotte said.

"That is all. Good night." Luke said curtly, before hanging up the phone, not even bothering to hear Charlotte's good nights.

Lacing his fingers behind his head and leaning back in his chair, Luke exhaled a long breath and stared out across the Manhattan skyline. Taking a second to mentally review the day's progress, Luke was pleased to note that he had accomplished all of the day's goals today and even managed to get a full hour lunch with his girlfriend in. Things were really looking up for the youngest Posen.

And they would be even better when Thomas Posen was a free man once more.

Aaaand cut! So how was that aca-bitches? Everyone, you can thank Criminal Minds for this chapter ... I heard the quote on there and I shit this out. How that works I don't know, but I don't give a damn, and I doubt any of you do either. So yeah, I own nothing mortals. Didn't say that up there, so I've said it, AGAIN so no one can sue me now! Right? Can anyone sue me? I'm just sort of kinda borrowing the characters! Plenty of original content here! hahahaha! As usual, massive shout out to the one and only waatp. Guys, she's the ONLY reason I'm able to sound good, so don't forget to thank her guys and read her stuff, especially Sleepwalkers. It doesn't get the following it deserves! Alright bitches, I'm done. Let's go on to my favorite aca-mortals now :D

Miss-statement:Oooh... Okay then :) I gotvha now... And I'm sorry about that... sometimes i just don't know how else to get a point across! The main POV is third person omniscient though and the first person POVs will always be in that characters POV then... I'm sorry for any confusion! But yeah! I like to try and keep a semi sort of balance with all that! I mean the whole point is for this to be enjoyable. Have t give credit to waatp though. Shes a HUGE help with the light stuff :) But yeah? You hear them too! High five! But wuuuut? This is word vomit that Waatp makes better! Oh dude, you're to late on that club. Waatp and I already founded it. You can join though! I'll get your hat, badge and machete! XD Damn. I wish that could be a problem for me then! hahahaha! But yeah? Is that so? I'm a fucking psychotic whore of a bitch and I have no life. I'm violent, possibly psychopathic and an ugly fucking shit too! hahahahaha! I make myself laugh... Top that ;) No n all seriousness I've heard it all and it just doesn't bother me. So bring it! Your most recent attempt was insulting only in its patheticness XD But its like the Joker bitch! Why ARE you so serious? ;) But what? Why blame me? I blame you!

Waatp: Oh totes babe. I'm gonna kill Aubrey and then have Beca run into Chloe's arms. hahahaha!

Chloe: Damn girl, how hard have you hit your head? haha I'm not an amazing writer, mediocre at best. This is all waatp mate. I'm glad you like this though :)

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Msweeny1997: Ahahaha! You live mate! You haven't poofed on me! Awesome! Glad you like, and your wish is my command. I already had half this chapter written, but I'm thinking Chloe centric next chapter? Sound cool with you? Thanks for staying on board for all this!

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So yeah, to everyone else, thanks for reading, you're all aca-awesome. I'm tired now so I'm gonna hit the rack! Keep reviewing for me mortals! Or at least just keep reading ... I do see those read numbers so that's always a plus to me :) I'm out now! Enjoy life!