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Rumors-Chapter 12: You're the Peanut Butter to My Jelly Sandwich

Beca stood in the middle of her room, arms dangling dead on either side of her body and watching the door that recently just got slammed shut by a very infuriated redhead.

Maybe she should go after Chloe. Explain things to her more in depth and try to make it seem like her and Stacie's idea wasn't the stupidest fucking mistake ever. But then again, she thinks if she were to do that, one, Chloe left extremely angry and upset and Beca doesn't want to take a chance of getting punched in the face or something and two, she has never been one to chase after her problems. She is one to run away from them, hoping they would soon vanish in thin air so she wouldn't have to deal with them later.

This problem though, she feels deep in her gut. Like a push or a shove, hinting to her that she should go after Chloe and get her back because for the first time in Beca's life, she actually felt an extreme feeling for the girl and to see her walk away with tears pooling in her eyes and knowing she was the one responsible for those, destroyed Beca's heart to pieces.

Beca ran her hands through her hair, fisting it in the process at the top, trying to think of what she should do. Really, what she needed do was to chase after Chloe and fight for her back. Sweep her off her feet and start her journey to gaining the girl's trust back. But then, there's that weight holding Beca back like an anchor, scared of all these emotions that are all still so new to her.

So what Beca did instead was she cried.

And this alone was shocking to Beca because when she walked over to her bedroom window and saw Chloe storm into her car and drive away, not even hesitating, she was terrified that-that could possibly be the last time she sees the redhead without the girl absolutely hating her guts.

She stayed on her bed for a while, occasionally throwing useless items from her desk straight into the wall, watching them break on contact and taking the time to get her emotions in check.

Soon, her bedroom door was swung open and Stacie was standing there with a worried face full of concern.

"Hey Becs. I just saw Chloe like...storm out of the house. Is everything okay?" Beca looked up from her hands and turned towards Stacie's direction who was cautiously keeping her distance. She knew her eyes were bloodshot and puffy and could tell the moment she met eyes with her friend that Stacie definitely knew everything wasn't in fact okay.

"She knows," Is all Beca said. Her voice was weak and hoarse. Barely coming out audible for Stacie to hear. "She knows everything," Beca repeated more clear with a hint of bitterness in her tone.

Stacie released a long sigh, rolling her head up to Beca's ceiling. "I-I'm..." she started, not really knowing what to say. She knew Beca was upset and when Beca was upset, nothing could be said to calm her down. She moved her head back into position where Beca was just staring at her with a blank expression from her bed. "Beca, I'm sorry."

Beca wheezed out a faint chuckle and cocked her jaw. "Sorry for what Stacie?" she challenged back and the harshness of her tone took the taller girl a little off guard. "Sorry that your "big" genius plan didn't work, or sorry that I just lost the one girl that for the first time ever, I had legit feelings for?" Beca snapped and when she did, a single tear rolled down her cheek and onto her sweatpants.

"Everything, Beca," Stacie defended. She was starting to get hurt by the harshness of Beca's voice. "I-I didn't think any of this was going to happen."

"Oh, you didn't think anything was going to happen?" Beca mocked, clenching her jaw in anger. "You didn't even think of the thought of fake fucking your best friend and people finding out wasn't ever going to happen?"

"No, Beca I didn't!" Stacie said with just as much anger in her voice. Her eyes were also starting to become misty. "I honestly didn't think anybody was going to find out the truth between us."

Beca scoffed. "Okay yeah. You just thought it would be all rainbows and happy endings with Aubrey and Chloe right?"

"That's not what I'm saying Beca-"

"No Stacie it is!" Beca cut off sharp. "Really, you shouldn't even say anything because Chloe already knows and it's only seconds before Aubrey does! If it wasn't for your stupid fucking plan none of this shit would've happened!"

"Don't you fucking dare blame this on me, Mitchell!" Stacie hissed through her gritted teeth, pointing her finger at the brunette sitting on the bed. Beca knew she hit a soft spot in the taller girl but she was too angry and upset about the whole situation to stop. "You were just as big of part in this scenario as I am!"

"I'm also really fucking naive to believe anything that comes out of your mouth honestly," Beca shot back, tears were now visible on Stacie's cheeks. "You know.." she snickered to herself quietly, "you'd think that someone with an incredible amount of book smarts would actually be smart enough to know a good plan from a foolish one. But you….you just proved that you're absolutely brainless when it comes to relationships, that's probably why you haven't been in a stable one since your freshman year." The words slipped before Beca could even stop them and instantly, she regretted everything when she physically saw the air leave Stacie's lungs and the tears pour down the girl's cheeks when she blinked.

Stacie just stood there, flabbergasted and hurt by Beca's words and even then, Beca couldn't find the strength to apologize. She just sat there and watched the taller girl walk out of the room without looking back.

Beca screamed to herself, gripping at her hair violently with so much emotions bursting through her body she didn't know what to do.

What could she do when now,she just lost her true best friend?

Stacie couldn't be in the house anymore, especially after what Beca just told her. She knew the brunette was upset about Chloe finding out about their fake relationship but why did she have to say all those hurtful things? Out of the nine years they have been friends, never once did Beca say anything as damaging as she just did and never, have they had a fight this big.

Yes, this idea was mostly her's and she will take full responsibility for that but Beca, she is an adult and it wasn't like Stacie was holding up a gun to her head saying, "you better fucking be my fake girlfriend or I'll shoot you in the head."

Beca could've said no to the plan but she didn't. And that makes her just as big of culprit as Stacie.

She walked out the door to her house, trying to wipe away the tears from her recent conversation with Beca. She didn't even have time to get off her porch before she saw a silver honda parked right in front of her house with a angry blonde standing right next to it, crossing her arms and staring at Stacie.

"Fuck me," Stacie muttered to herself, not really thinking she can handle being yelled at twice in the same hour.

Stacie started casually walking down the porch steps and over to to the blonde because Aubrey was clearly making no effort in walking over to Stacie. She already knew by the body language that Aubrey was furious and also, the way the blonde was watching Stacie like a hawk kind of gave that away as well.

Stacie made it to where Aubrey was outside and stopped right in front of her. "Bree-"

"Don't," Aubrey quickly cut off. "Don't Bree me," she ordered and though her voice was a lot lower and calmer than Stacie was expecting, she knew for damn sure Aubrey was holding it in. "Is it true?" she asked simply.

Silence feel upon the two for a bit, leaving Aubrey and Stacie to just stare at each other until one of them spoke.

Exhaling a long breath and breaking the silence. "Bree, listen-"

"I told you not to say my name, Stacie!" Aubrey cracked, anger now evident in her voice. "Now answer the question. Is it true?" she repeated through gritted teeth. Again, Stacie didn't answer with anything but just stared at the girl in front of her. "Stacie, answer the fucking question!" Aubrey yelled, tears threatening to pour from her emerald eyes any second.

Stacie winced at the volume and vulgarness in Aubrey's words because even though she hasn't known her for an extremely long time, she did know the girl rarely ever cussed and that alone made Aubrey's anger that much more surreal.

Not really knowing what to say and also not really knowing if she could even form words at the time, Stacie faintly nodded her head in response to the blonde's question.

Aubrey started chuckling and this made Stacie wonder why she thought any of this was funny. "Oh my God," she said in between chuckles, now avoiding all eye contact with Stacie. "What's funny is I actually thought you were different," she started regaining her composure. "I told you things about my life that I haven't told anybody before. I trusted you, Stacie."

There was no more laughing in her words. Instead, the tears finally broke through the barriers of her eyes and her voice was becoming weak as she choked on the tears in her throat. "And to top it off, you were the first girl I ever had intimate feelings for." Aubrey made sure to highlight the 'were' part for Stacie to hear.

"Aubrey, please let me explain things," Stacie spoke genuinely, surprised that Aubrey even let her finish her sentence.

"Why?" Aubrey cocked her head, raising her hands up. "So you can lie to me some more?" These words stung Stacie in her chest, hitting her heart like a semi truck on the highway. During her big master plan, she wasn't thinking about the lie that came with it. She was just thinking of getting Aubrey and for them to get their happy ending.

Aubrey aggressively wiped away some tears and made her way back to the driver's side of her car but stopped in her tracks just before getting in. "Oh, and find another lab partner." She slammed the door shut, shooting Stacie in the chest by the boisterous sound.

All she wanted was their happy ending.

But now, as she watched the girl she did all this for, drive down the street leaving a stunned brunette behind was the exact moment Stacie realized that not only did she lose Aubrey's trust but also, she lost the girl.

It was weird.

She wasn't crying even though she felt like her heart was getting chopped up into a thousand tiny pieces. She just stood there, frozen, watching the silver honda speed away down the street until she couldn't see the vehicle anymore.

Stacie thinks she was too upset to cry. That her body just went into shut down mode like a robot who is unable to shed tears.

It wasn't until the moment Stacie walked back into her house and up to her room where everything hit her at once, causing her to hysterically yell, scream and cry until her body would hopefully just turn off.

Numb. Emotionless. Hurt.

There was probably some more descriptive words floating around but those were the most evident that Stacie was currently feeling as she laid face first in her bed, staring at her closet which hung Aubrey's cheer jacket she let her borrow at the bonfire.

Still, she never remembered to give the piece of clothing back to the blonde and now, she probably never will since Aubrey probably would rather jump in a pool of sharks than to talk to her after what happened.

It hurt bad every time she traced 'Posen' written on the back of the jacket with her eyes and it killed her to know she was the one to hurt the girl and how things probably won't ever be the same again.

She spent the rest of the afternoon like this and most of the night. Just laying in her bed like a dead corpse or a mummy in a tomb. Even if she wanted to move, her body wouldn't allow it, letting her mourne in torture. Hell, she hasn't even gone to the bathroom and she definitely was on the verge of pissing her bed if she didn't go soon. But again, she couldn't find the strength in her body to get up from her bed.

Sounds of knocking at her door flooded her room. She tilted her head away from the jacket hanging in her closet and over to her door before a tiny brunette creeped in, holding a bottle of Jack Daniel's (where she got it, who knows) in one hand along with a bag of Cheetos and in the other, a stack of of DVDs reading, 500 Days of Summer, The Break Up and The Notebook.

Beca shrugged with the items in her hands and Stacie noticed the redness of her eyes and vulnerableness in her body language. Of course she was angry at Beca for everything she said earlier today. She should scream at the top of her lungs at Beca to get out of her room and slam the door in her face but the thing was, she could never say mad at that tiny little puppy standing in her doorway for too long. Their friendship is way too valuable to waste it over a fight and honestly, she couldn't imagine living a life without Beca by her side.

It would be to hard.

So instead of yelling at the girl, she patted her hand on the space of the bed next to her, gesturing for the brunette to join.

Beca gave her a weak, sad smile and closed the door before joining Stacie on her bed, already twisting off the cap on the bottle of Jack on the way.

"I had a total of 21 days of Chloe," Beca chuckled while watching 500 Days of Summer on Stacie's giant TV. She was lying horizontally on Stacie's legs with her hand submerged in the already empty bag of Cheetos as Stacie brushed her fingers through her hair. The two of them were already three fourths of the way down on the bottle of Jack so you can say the both of them were pretty intoxicated.

At least it was a Friday night, right?

"21 and a half, Becs.." Stacie corrected in between chuckles. "Since we broke their hearts about a couple hours ago." She reached down a took the Cheeto Beca was about to eat out of her hand and placed it directly into her mouth, earning a whiny 'heyyyyyy' in the process of her chewing.

"What are we going to do, Stace?" Beca asked weak and defeated and all Stacie could do was sigh to herself.

She didn't know what to do. What could they do even if there was something? Chloe and Aubrey are probably going to expose their fake relationship before her and Beca even get the chance to so what's the point of doing anything? Soon, the whole school is going to hate them for lying.

"I think we should pack up, leave and move states," Stacie said still brushing her fingers through Beca's hair. "Maybe even countries to be honest. We could go to Paris, or Mexico since you love Mexican food so much and I can start working on my Spanish."

"That sounds Muy Bueno," Beca coughed up her best Spanish accent and Stacie couldn't help but giggle. She also couldn't take Beca basically purring in her lap every time she used her nails to scrape her scalp.

Beca sat up from her position on Stacie's bed, crossing her legs underneath her body and staring intensely into Stacie's eyes.

"You're not dumb," Beca said deadpanned and all of a sudden. Stacie's quirked her eyebrows at the three sixty shift in conversation, not really knowing where Beca was coming from. Sensing the confusion, "You're not dumb," Beca repeated. "You're the smartest person I know and I shouldn't have said you weren't." Beca's voice leaked with sincerity and that made Stacie smile at the brunette.

"It's okay, Bec." Stacie kept the smile on her face and reached for the smaller girl's hand. "You were angry and I know you didn't mean it."

"No Stacie!" Beca yelled in a loud tone and it made Stacie flinch at the volume. "You should fucking hate me right now! I'm a horrible friend and I said horrible things to you and I have every right to be shut out by you just like Chloe is doing even though I'd be more sad if you were to do it."

"Beca, honestly it's okay," Stacie assured in the most sympathetic way her voice could express. Everything was true also. She knew Beca says things she doesn't mean when she's upset majority of the time thanks to be friends since elementary school. It's actually a thing that everybody does and it's heart breaking to see that she is beating herself up because of it.

Beca hiccuped roughly, her eyes heavy and glossy from the alcohol. "I'm sorry about what I said with the whole relationship thing. Any person in their right mind would be lucky to have you Stacie." Tears started falling out of her eyes now and Stacie would be shocked if it wasn't for the amount of Jack they drank because Beca was never one to cry.

Stacie swiped the tears off the brunette's face, catching every last drop before they could fall onto her bed sheets. "Don't cry Beca," Stacie whispered softly. "You've done way too much crying today and I'm afraid you'll dry up and vanish if you shed another tear." Stacie gave Beca a shy smile, keeping her thumb placed on the girl's cheek.

Luckily, Beca returned the smile and drifted into Stacie's touch even though it was a little floaty and sloppy. Gotta love the effects of alcohol.

Stacie was surprised she wasn't feeling as drunk as Beca was. She blames the height difference since one shot usually buzzes Beca.

"We suck," Beca said chuckling. "We actually suck and lost two amazing girls that made us happy." Stacie frowned at the memory. It was nice to drink a little bit and just forget about the reality but like always, it came crashing back down.

"You're beautiful," Beca slurred all of a sudden, fighting her eyelids to stay open and Stacie had to bite the inside of her cheek not to laugh at the view. "You're really fucking beautiful," Beca stated louder and this time, Stacie couldn't help but giggle at her friend. "You're so fucking beautiful it makes my stomach hurt." Beca took her finger and pointed it into Stacie's chest every word.

"What?" Stacie was in a full on laughter now. "Becs, you're beautiful!"

Shaking her head back and forth and also causing her body to sway, Stacie took in the rapid color change in Beca's face. Her once healthy pale skin was now a deathly white and even, there was a hint of green under her cheeks.

"Hey, come on." Standing up from her bed, she reached her hands out for the smaller girl to take. "We are going to the bathroom."

Beca took her hands and got up as well but once she got onto her feet, she lost her balance and crashed into Stacie's night stand, spilling all the items that were on top.

Stacie hurried to grab Beca and when she did, the small brunette eyes gaped open with her face white as a ghost and before Stacie knew it, she was sprinting to the nearest bathroom in the hallway.

Stacie followed closely behind until Beca quickly hunched over the toilet, leaning down to vomit all the alcohol consumed. Sounds of retching and gagging were heard from the bathroom until Beca started crying-which soon lead to coughing and then she was heaving all sorts of disturbing sounds.

Stacie held Beca's hair back and rubbed reassuring circles on her back because just watching Beca break down in the bathroom was hard to watch.

When she was finished, Beca slumped down to her knees, sliding her back into the wall and breaking down again. Her chest was heaving up and down as her arms were crossed on the top of her knees with her face buried in between.

Stacie could see the tears dropping onto the tile and she was in shock that for the first time in their nine years of friendship, Beca was the one doing the balling and that there was enough to break Stacie's heart.

"I-I told...you your beauty...makes me sick," Beca was able to manage a snicker even when she was crying. Her voice was hoarse and raspy but still had a tinge of adorableness. "I'm sorry," she apologized.

Stacie moved down to sit on the floor,wrapping her arm around Beca's shoulders and instantly, the smaller girl drifted into the touch. "It's okay," Stacie whispered quietly while rubbing the top of her arm.

Beca moved her hand off her stomach and searched for Stacie's, intertwining their fingers together when she finally found it. Stacie flinched at the gesture because never did Beca initiate hand holding.

"I really liked Chloe...still do," Beca admitted softly in the dip of Stacie's neck, sniffing her nose. Even with the black makeup streaming down the girl's face, making her look a lot like a racoon and the snot battling its way to stay inside her nose, Stacie thought Beca still looked breathtaking. Nuzzling her face into Stacie's neck, "she made me better."

Stacie leaned her cheek on the top of Beca's head. "I knew, Becs," she sighed and placed a soft kiss on Beca's hair. " Aubrey did the same for me."

Just saying her name cut Stacie deep and it was all still so surreal that whatever they had before was now gone and probably never coming back.

They sat like this for a while, just enjoying the comfortable silence that washed over them while Stacie occasionally whispered sweet things to Beca, easing get out of her crying. Once the cries were at a light whimper, Stacie nudged her shoulder to lift Beca up, locking eyes with reddened, stormy blues with her own.

With her hand that was tangled with Beca's, she detached from the grip and swiftly pushed a piece of dangling hair that was covering Beca's face behind her ear. " You know I love you a lot but right now, your breath is about ten seconds away from killing me," she admitted honestly, scrunching her face in disgust.

Beca giggled sweetly and just then, Stacie realized how much she missed Beca's smile.

"Are you sure you don't want to kiss me?" Beca raised her eyebrows up and down in a playful easy as she puckered up her lips, making Stacie bark out a laugh with her adorableness.

"Absolutely not," Stacie said in between laughs while with her arm kept Beca away who was trying to place a sloppy kiss on the taller girl's cheek. "Stoooooop sicko!" she whined, pushing Beca away who finally gave up in the motion.

Wobbling her way up to stand in her feet, Beca stumbled her way over to the sink to pull out her toothbrush and toothpaste. Stacie stood up soon after and chuckled faintly when she watched Beca miss her toothbrush with the toothpaste, landing it directly on the front of her shirt.

"Fuckkkkk," Beca whined like a three year old and again, was on the verge of crying. Alcohol was making Beca an emotional mess.

Stacie took the toothbrush from her hand and properly soured the toothpaste on top. Giving it back to Beca, "Thought you needed some help." She smiled at the girl who scoffed and started brushing her teeth, mumbling something under her breath regarding, "I could of done that."

"I'm going to get you a fresh pair of clothes-" Stacie took some toilet paper off the roll and wiped off the toothpaste on the front of Beca's shirt before throwing it away, "-then you're going to bed. Will you be fine while I do that?" she asked, watching Beca in the bathroom mirror and catching the girl's eyes fighting to stay open and moving the toothbrush around her mouth in the slowest way possible.

Beca nodded her head slowly as she continued to finish up brushing her teeth.

Stacie walked out of the bathroom and back into her room so she could pick out some clothes for Beca. Landing on a big sleep shirt and a pair of sweatpants that read, 'sexy' on the sides, she threw them on the bed waiting for Beca to come back as she went downstairs to grab a Gatorade from the fridge.

No matter who it was that drank, they always prepared the next morning for each other so one of them would avoid the raging headache they'd wake up with. Grabbing the bottle out of the fridge, she went over to the cabinet and took out four Advil, two for her and two for Beca. Even though she wasn't on the same level of drunkenness like Beca was, she knew for a fact that she would still wake up with a throbbing hangover.

Turning off the lights in the kitchen, she walked back up the stairs and into her room where she saw Beca stumbling to take off her shirt and throwing it to the side so she can throw on the one placed on the bed. As she was pulling the shirt up and over, she accidentally pulled her head through an arm hole instead of the actual head hole.

Stacie watched the whole scene play out from her door and had to bite her lip to keep her laughing at a minimum. Beca had her back turned towards Stacie and didn't even know taller girl was back in the room with her.

Placing the Advil and bottle on her nightstand, Stacie walked over to Beca who was frowning at the turtle neck she was now wearing with her hair draped messily over her face. "Help me," she whined with a pouted bottom lip.

Stacie giggled at the poor girl before she ordered for Beca to raise her arms in the air so she could pull the shirt off. Once she got the shirt on right, she took in the time to look at Beca's appearance.

The sweats were bundled at the bottom, making Beca's feet basically non existent due to the obvious height difference and the shirt that gave the brunette such a hassle was something Beca was swimming in. Overall, Stacie couldn't imagine the girl getting any cuter than how she already was at the moment.

"Thank you," Beca said with a sloppy smile as she made herself comfortable on Stacie's bed. Welp, looks like they're sleeping together.

"Excuse you." Stacie smirked at the half asleep girl on her bed. "What makes you think I want to sleep with your tiny, intoxicated ass?"

"Because I'm cute," Beca muttered quietly, eyes already close when she finished 'burrito-ing' herself in the mountain of blankets.

Stacie rolled her eyes and really, she couldn't say no to that. It would be like disciplining a puppy or something. She'd feel awful after.

She went into her bathroom to take off her makeup and change into something comfortable to sleep in. After she was done, she flipped off the lights in her room, thinking the brunette was already fast asleep but the moment she laid down and got under the sheets, Beca twisted her body so she was now facing the taller girl and rested her head on on the upper part of Stacie's arm. As a reflex, Stacie's arm moved to wrap around snugly on the smaller girl's shoulders but was shocked at the end position.

Sighing contently and draping her arm over the mid section of Stacie's stomach while tangling their legs together, Beca's breathing began to even out.

Stacie's entire body stiffened at the contact because currently, Beca was holding onto her like a koala on a tree. Rule number one to Beca Mitchell is that she isn't a big cuddler but now, seeing her wrapped around Stacie's long length and holding on as if she were going to fall if she were to let go makes Stacie wonder what the Hell is going on.

It was always Stacie initiating the contact between the two of them and it always took about thirty minutes or more to convince Beca to even share a bed together.

"We are going to make it through this," Beca broke the night's silence with a hushed whisper, breezing onto the skin of Stacie's neck. "Don't ever leave me Stacie."

"Never Beca," Stacie finally responded after her body began to unstiffen and she rested her cheek on the top of Beca's head. "Like it or not, you're kinda stuck with me."

A light giggle vibrated Stacie's collar bone. "I looooove it," Beca cooed lovingly and tightened her grip on Stacie's side.

This was something new.

And maybe Stacie was blaming this touchy behavior and baby like giggles on the alcohol because she knows for fact when she drinks, whoever she is with for the night is definitely getting cuddled. But also, Stacie has seen Beca drunk before, belligerent drunk, and never did she want to cuddle. Hell, she just wanted some food and you to leave her the fuck alon.

Her words, not Stacie's.

Of course she enjoyed Beca's edgy and tough personality, with her dramatic eye rolls and constant flipping off. Actually she loved both of those things but this? This was a completely different side to Beca that Stacie is unfamiliar with but she couldn't help but enjoy the newness of the girl. It was like Beca was becoming comfortable with taking off her steel armor that keeps so many out from hurting her and is able to just be herself for a while. Free and unarmed.

And the thought of her being able to do this with Stacie is absolutely heart warming.

Stacie eye's were becoming heavy and the soft snores breathing into her neck was soothing her to sleep. Just as she was about to close her eyes, Beca started to stir, causing Stacie to wonder what she was doing.

Even though it was dark, she knew Beca was staring at her, burning two holes in Stacie's face with her eyes cleaned of her make up that was basically dripping down her cheek from the crying earlier (this actually surprised Stacie that she was able to do that without poking her eyes out).

She could feel the newly minty breath spread on her face and before she could ask what Beca was doing, she was being kissed.

It wasn't like a total make out between her and Beca but it was definitely different from their previous kisses they shared. Beca's lips were kissing Stacie's like they were fragile, like a rare diamond and would break if too much force was applied. It didn't last for long but there was emotion in the kiss, passion and she could feel her cheek shiver under Beca's palm where she had it placed.

And when Beca pulled away, for the first time since they've started fake dating, she missed the contact.

"You're my peanut butter to my jelly sandwich," Beca mumbled with a beaming smile before returning her head back to Stacie's chest and curling up closer to Stacie's body. Then, she was out like a light and Beca's obnoxious snores flooded all over Stacie's room.

With her hand that wasn't draped over the smaller girl's body, she reached up to her lips, feeling a tingling sensation under the skin and a warmness from where Beca's lips once were. It could've been the alcohol taking over Beca's body and honestly, she might not even remember doing this in the morning but,

Beca kissed her.

Beca actually kissed her on purpose and without a group of students watching them in school or without being forced to do so.

But that wasn't the only weird part that was happening.

All these unknown emotions were roaming through Stacie's body and head, making it hard for her to grasp onto what she was exactly feeling at the moment. And the part that was weird and left Stacie's body paralyzed was the fact that she wanted more. To kiss Beca again, and again,and again and she didn't know why she felt the need to do that all of a sudden.

She didn't know what was happening inside her head and that right there, was what terrified Stacie to her core.

Oh boy...

Beca woke up the next morning groaning into Stacie's chest due to a throbbing headache and ratted hair with a fallen Cheeto smushed into the side of her arm.

For the most part, she remembered everything that happened last night but still, there were some blurry memories she couldn't make out. The ones she could though made her cringe at how pathetic her actions were. She knew that she practically crumbled down in the bathroom which lead to hysterical crying but after that, things were a little fuzzy.

She figured that Stacie just changed her into some clothes and put her to bed since now, she was wearing a pair of Stacie's sweats and shirt-even though Beca's room was right down the hallway. There was also a Gatorade and some Advil on the nightstand with a note that read, "for the cutest drunk" with Stacie's girly signature and Beca couldn't help but smile at the thought.

She popped two pills into her mouth, drowning it with the Gatorade before setting the bottle back on the table. As she was going to set it back, she knocked over the lamp with her hand straight into the ground and she also specifically remembers doing the same exact thing last night.

By the loud crashing sound Beca caused, Stacie jolted up from her sleep, turning her head in the direction where the sound came from to only be greeted with a guilty brunette wearing a shit eating grin.

"Sorry," Beca squinted her eyes in guilt. "I promise to not knock over anymore things in your room."

Running her hands through her hair and beaming a smile, "I should actually make you buy me a new lamp since you keep breaking it," Stacie teased and pointed over to the two extra pills so Beca could hand them over along with the Gatorade. "Don't knock anything down cluts." Rolling her eyes and flipping Stacie off, Beca picked up the pills and handed them over. Without breaking anything she might add.

"I'm sorry about last night," Beca apologized genuinely. "I didn't think I had that much to drink."

Gulping down the pills and setting the drink down on the bed sheets, "You basically had a bottle of Jack by yourself." Stacie's eyes flicked over to the almost empty bottle of alcohol, earning a vicious gag from the brunette.

"Oh God just looking at it makes me want to puke." Beca closed her eyes, inhaling and exhaling to regain her breathing back to she wouldn't yack in Stacie's bed. "I remember almost everything-which is surprising since I drank enough to put me in the hospital with alcohol poisoning."

"Ohhh…" Stacie said with a slight frown that didn't go unnoticed by Beca. "Till when don't you remember?"

Beca knitted her eyebrows together at the sudden change of behavior in Stacie. Just a moment so she was calling Beca names and now, it looks like she just lost her non existent puppy.

"Ummmm-" Beca took a second to think back to last night. Everything was still really fuzzy. "I remember getting sick and basically breaking down in the bathroom. Also, me brushing my teeth and changing into your clothes but after that, it is blurry." Stacie nodded faintly and didn't look up from the bed sheets where her hands were crossed and twiddling together. Beca watched the movements and her sudden distressed behavior and stretched her eyes wide. "I didn't do anything stupid did I?! I didn't say anymore mean things to you?"

Stacie snickered a little bit which made Beca sigh in relief. "No Beca, you didn't," Stacie said, lifting her eyes to meet Beca's. They looked sad and not as bright as they usually looked in the morning.

"Did I call Chloe?" Beca asked with a shaky voice. If she called Chloe, her life is completely over. "Please tell me I didn't and if I did, can you fill up the bathtub for me so I can start my drowning process"

"God you're so dramatic," Stacie was smiling but Beca knew there was something wrong with the way her eyes were glazed over with sadness. Hurt even. "No you didn't call Chloe. I took your phone before you even sat on my bed." Stacie reached over to her night stand, opening the drawer and pulled out Beca's phone.

Beca sighed once again in relief and took her phone. "Thank God!" Beca said, noticing that Stacie still wasn't telling her what was on her mind. "What's the matter Stacie?"

There was a long pause before Stacie started taking again and Beca could see the bolts and screws turning inside her head.

"Nothing why?" Stacie said casually, coughing up her best voice to sound believable.

"Because you look sad and I don't like when you are so I want to fix whatever the problem is." Beca noticed the smile on her friend enlarge.

"It's just..-" Stacie started, running her hand through her hair and exhaling a shaky breath that screamed nervous. Chuckling and shaking her head, "It's just…..who knew big bad Beca Mitchell would be such the cuddler when she is drunk."

Beca gave her a questioning look, knowing for damn sure that wasn't what was bothering Stacie but decided to go with it."Tell anybody and I swear Conrad." Beca squinted her eyes with intimidation. She knew that she was extra touchy last night but that was because she was upset and sad and just needed to feel some contact from someone. "You are tall and warm and your jumbo tits are a great pillow, I'm not going to lie."

"Oh my God!" Stacie barked into a loud laugh while giving her chest a little shake so Beca could see. "They are pretty great aren't they?" She poked her exposed cleavage.

All Beca could do was laugh at Stacie's very much missed behavior but it didn't shake the thought of something that was bothering Stacie.

"Now we got that cleared…" Beca straightened her posture from laughing and her voice transitioned to a more serious tone. "Can you tell me what is going through your big brain of yours?"

Tensing up, "It's nothing Beca," Stacie sighed, dropping her gaze from Beca and looking back at her hands placed on the bed sheets.

Stacie should know by now that after nine solid years of friendship, they could read each other like a well known children's book. Beca knew when Stacie was sad, angry, sick, hungry, thirsty whatever it was. So her sitting next to Beca with droopy eyes and weakened body language, she knew there was something going on with her friend and to say that nothing was wrong, wasn't budging with Beca one bit.

Narrowing her eyes, not believing one thing she just said. "Stacie, come on. What's wrong?" she repeated the question while leaning in to grab Stacie's hand and feeling the muscles in Stacie's body stiffen at the contact but soon relax. Beca caught this action and scrunched her face at how weird the taller girl was being. They always held hands so the sudden twitch she received in Stacie like she just got touched by her dream crush on a first date was freaky

"Beca, I promise you.." Stacie lifted her eyes and locked them with Beca's. "Nothing is wrong," she mustered up a smile but Beca could see her gritting teeth underneath. Figuring that Stacie wasn't going to tell her, she made a mental note to ask about it later because there was definitely something going on.

"Okay." Beca returned the smile and retracted her hand back. "I'm going to go shower because I can smell the whiskey oozing out of my pores."

Stacie threw her head back laughing. "Good because you're stinking up my room." She used her strength and pushed the small brunette off her bed, waving her goodbye as she submerged her body back under her sheets and slamming her head into the pillow.

Beca snickered at her friend who was probably already back to sleep. Taking one last look at her friend, wondering what could possibly be affecting her mood, she sighed and closed the door behind her.

After taking a shower, Beca stepped out of the bathroom and grabbed her cell phone off the sink, rereading the text she typed up before she got in. There was many things Beca would just say 'fuck it' and do whatever she wanted but this was risky and made her hesitate before sending.

Her eyes landed on the name reading, 'Redheaded Choir Girl' and felt her gut twist in anger all over again. She swiped up on their previous conversations (which wasn't a good idea) and it was mind boggling to see how close they were before everything went down. She couldn't help but already miss Chloe and it hasn't even been twenty four hours. If things were normal and everything was still cool, Beca would've woken up to a good morning text with a bunch of those stupid fucking emojis that Beca has grown to love so much and maybe even some hearts added in the message.

But that wasn't the case and instead, Beca woke up to an empty phone and the constant memory of breaking Chloe's heart.

Deciding that a message wouldn't hurt because if anything, Chloe would ignore it and not respond but worth a shot, she hit the send button with a shaky thumb and threw her phone on the bed so she could get dressed.

She was blow drying her hair when she heard her phone go off and never before did she completely stop what she was doing and sprint to her phone in a crazy fast amount of time. It has only been twenty minutes and the thought of Chloe responding made Beca paranoid about checking her phone every ten seconds to she if she replied.

Unlocking her phone and swiping down her messages with a load of anticipation, she read the text.

Annoying Kid [13:20 pm]: Becaww! Wanna go shoot some baskets?

Her stomach dropped at the name knowing it wasn't Chloe but instead, Jesse fucking Swanson. Throwing her face into her pillow with false hope, she turned off her phone with disappointment.

God, never before did she ever wish for a person to text her. She felt like one of those girls who sit by their phone watching it like a hawk, waiting eagerly for that one guy to text them back and freaking out every time their phone vibrates only to soon be defeated when they find out it was just their mom texting them about what they wanted to eat for dinner.

All that hope just deflating in your body, leaving you again, empty.

It fucking sucked.

Maybe she should go hang out with Jesse and get her mind off of Chloe for a bit. Beca sent her a message and whether she responds or not is completely up to her. At least she can say she tried and to only try harder next time right?

Opening her phone back up, she typed in a message,

Beca Mitchell [13:25 pm]: Sure Swanson. I'll meet you at the gym in twenty.

Pretty heavy chapter my friends!

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