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(A Bechloe Fic that avoids discussion of the real world)
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Summary: Beca just wants to leave Barden and become a producer. Chloe just wants Beca to consider auditioning for The Bellas. As such, Chloe has been a bit of a thorn in Beca’s side for weeks, so she is less than thrilled when they’re paired together for a class project that makes them parents… sort of. Written for Pitch Perfect Fandom Drive for Ukraine.
Word Count: 11k
Rating: T
Ao3 and FFN
Day 1
“Wait, seriously?”
Laughter rippled through the packed classroom at the anonymous outburst, though Beca Mitchell had to agree with whoever had spoken; the Health Studies professor had to be out of her mind if she thought her students were going to do that.
“Yes, seriously,” replied Professor Lorenz dryly as she surveyed the classroom for the source of the interruption. “Taking care of a baby proxy is an excellent demonstration of life’s potential responsibilities, and a good exercise in… self-restraint.”
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fandom drive drawing: speedrun edition✨ legit just sat down and finished this in one day LOL i hope you like it!! and hey look who’s a sweaty try hard again, drawing every fucking shoe lace individually Owo
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Summary: If you have an argument with your significant other while intoxicated, don’t be surprised when you have to face the consequences of your drunk actions.
Read me and my broken heart on AO3.
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Beca made a mad dash out of Bellas’ practice one afternoon to head to her dorm room to change for work. She was relieved that, for once, Aubrey hadn’t insisted on extra cardio. She hated when she got so sweaty from practice that she needed to shower before work. She always felt so gross after her shift that she’d shower again before heading to bed. The practice had run a little late, so she was especially relieved. Aubrey knew that Beca had a job, but that didn’t mean the captain was exactly understanding about her work schedule.
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Side note - I may have used this prompt as an excuse to write about my own grief and try and deal with that, so I'm sorry about that
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how long does it last? (1/1)
(I may write a part two...)
Summary: No one has heard from Beca in the days following a death in her family. Aubrey decides it's time to go and check on her.
Words: 3578
Trigger warning(s): Grief/mourning
Read on AO3
Aubrey picked up her phone for what felt like the hundredth time in the last hour.
She tapped the screen, frowning when she saw no new messages in her list of notifications.
None from Beca, anyway.
The Bellas group chat was popping off like it always did, and there was a string of unanswered emails from work, but nothing from that infuriating brunette.
The infuriating brunette that she was actually quite fond of now.
Her phone lit up again, and Aubrey saw a message from Chloe, separate to the group chat.
She tapped it.
Chloe: Have you spoken to Beca yet? x
Aubrey sighed before responding.
Aubrey: No. Have you? x
Chloe: Nope. I’ve tried calling. I’m worried, Bree. x
Aubrey: If I don’t hear back soon, I’ll go over. I’m sure she’s okay, try not to stress x
Chloe: I wish I was home so I could keep an eye on her. I hate that she’s going through this by herself x
Aubrey: She isn’t by herself, she has us x
Chloe: I should be there, she’s my best friend x
Aubrey: Stop it, you’re on vacation. How is Florida, anyway? x
Chloe sent back a selfie of her and Chicago on the beach. Sun in their eyes, smiles on their faces.
Aubrey couldn’t help but smile.
Aubrey: Enjoy yourself, okay? Don’t worry about Beca, I’ll keep an eye on her. I’ll call you tomorrow x
Chloe: Okay, thanks Bree. Love ya! xx
Aubrey answered a few emails, replied to a few messages in the group chat, and aimlessly scrolled through Twitter before accepting that she wouldn’t be able to settle unless she went and checked on Beca.
There was no point waiting anymore, Beca clearly wasn’t going to text any of them back any time soon.
She grabbed her coat and slipped on her shoes before heading out into the cold New York evening.
The wind was bitterly cold, and it bit at Aubrey’s cheeks and nose and hands. There was a fine drizzle of rain that seemed to somehow soak her to the bone, and the crowded subway was full of damp strangers who stood too close to her
She thought longingly of her comfortable sofa back home. Of the blanket she kept draped over the back of it. Of the bottle of red wine waiting to be drunk with the leftover lasagne she had in the refrigerator.
She sighed again, her breath puffing out in a white cloud ahead of her, lamenting the quiet and cosy night she'd planned, that was now not likely to happen.
And then she remembered where she was going, and why she was going there, and she hated herself just a little bit.
She quickened her pace, and soon found herself at Beca’s apartment building.
She hit the buzzer, and waited.
And waited.
She hit the buzzer again.
Nothing.
She took a few steps backwards, leaning back and looking up at Beca’s window. The light was on.
She hit the buzzer again, holding it longer than she usually would.
When she released it this time, she finally got a response.
“Jeez, okay, I got it,” Beca’s voice crackled through the speaker. “Who is it?”
“It’s Aubrey,” Aubrey said, relief flooding her at the sound of Beca’s voice.
There was a small silence, and then the speaker crackled again.
“I was hoping you were the pizza guy,” Beca said. “Chloe isn’t here.”
“I know that,” Aubrey said. There was another pause, and Aubrey pushed the button in to speak again. “Look, can I come up? It’s freezing.”
Aubrey heard the clunking sound in the door that let her know it was unlocked, and she pushed it open quickly, stepping into the hallway and hurrying across to the elevator.
The ride up felt like it took forever until it finally ground to a halt on Beca’s floor.
She tried not to run to Beca’s door, tried to tell herself that Beca was okay. That she’d answered the intercom and buzzed her in, and had even apparently ordered pizza. She told herself there wasn’t any need to run over in a panic, but she still did it anyway.
“Bec, it’s me,” Aubrey said, rapping on the door, feeling the sting in her cold knuckles as they hit the wood.
She heard the chain slide across the door, and then it was pulled open.
Beca was already walking away from the door by the time Aubrey had stepped into the apartment and closed it behind her.
“So, what’s up?” Beca asked, dropping back onto the sofa, pulling her laptop back onto her knees.
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” Aubrey asked, glancing around at the apartment.
Chloe had been on vacation for almost a week now, and Aubrey was surprised Beca hadn’t actually trashed the place yet.
Yes, there was a large collection of empty beer bottles and take-out containers strewn across the kitchen counter, her bed was unmade, and there were numerous piles of laundry where Beca had clearly just left them where they’d fallen, but all-in-all, it wasn’t as bad as Aubrey had been expecting.
“I’m fine,” Beca said, fingers tapping away at her laptop, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she worked.
“Beca,” Aubrey said, softly. “We’re… We’re worried about you. All of us. You haven’t been responding to messages or phone calls or anything.”
Beca shook her head. “I’m fine. I said I was fine in the group chat. I don’t know what else you want me to say.”
Aubrey sat down on the sofa next to her.
“The truth would be a start,” Aubrey said.
Beca sighed, rubbing the heel of her hand into her eyes, before she shut her laptop and put it back on the coffee table.
“The truth?”
“Please,” Aubrey said, getting a proper look at Beca for the first time.
She looked tired. The tip of her nose was red, like she’d been repeatedly rubbing it, and her eyes were a little puffy.
Aubrey’s hands twitched in her lap.
She wanted to reach out. To take her hand, or hold her.
That’s what Chloe would have done, but her and Beca didn’t have the same touchy-feely friendship. She clenched her hands together, and waited for Beca to speak.
“The truth is, none of it feels real yet,” Beca said. “And sometimes, I feel like I’m okay. Like… Like the worst must be past, because I feel okay. Because I can work, I can eat, I can laugh. So I must be okay, right? Because people who are grieving can’t do those things.”
Aubrey smiled sadly at her, because she knew that isn’t how grief works.
Beca carried on talking. “And then… Then it just… It’s like getting hit in the chest. He’s gone. My… My funny, sweet, kind, Grandfather is gone.” Beca sniffed, tears pooling her eyes again. “And then I think about my Grandma, and how she’s all alone now. After 55 years of marriage, she’s just expected to carry on without him? And how my Mom’s now lost her Dad. And that one day I’m going to lose my Dad, and lose her, and I just-” Beca let out a choked sob, and stood up, walking away from the sofa, walking away from Aubrey’s soft expression.
Beca puffed out her cheeks, letting out a shaky breath as she stood looking out of the window, her hands resting on the back of her head.
“And then I feel guilty. Because I didn’t make enough effort to call him. To go and visit. He… the last time I saw him, he didn’t remember my name, but he knew who I was. He still called me sweetheart, and his face still lit up with that smile he always had for me. And I didn’t call as often as I should, or go visit, because I was scared that one day he’d look at me, and that smile wouldn’t be there. That he would just… look. Look straight through me. And now… It’s too late now.”
Aubrey stood and crossed the room, wrapping her arms around Beca’s waist, hugging her tightly from behind.
Beca felt herself relax against Aubrey’s touch, and she rested her hands on the arms that were wrapped around her waist.
“When does it stop hurting like this?” Beca asked, her voice scratchy and quiet.
“I don’t know,” Aubrey said. “But I do know that it takes time. That you have to be kind to yourself. Some days will be better than others, and you shouldn’t feel guilty about that. Grief isn’t like a… like a pit you climb out of. It’s like… a mountain range. It has peaks and valleys and it’s scary to navigate. You just have to know there’s no right or wrong way to do it. And you can’t fight it. You can’t ignore it. You just have to… endure it.”
Beca cleared her throat and nodded. “Thank you.”
Aubrey gave her a final squeeze before stepping away, back towards the kitchen/living room area.
“You also have to take care of yourself too,” Aubrey said, frowning at the bottles on her countertop. “And you have to let us help you do that.”
Beca rubbed the back of her neck, watching as Aubrey began dumping empty takeout containers in the trash, and empty bottles into the recycling.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I know,” Aubrey said. She turned to look at her. “Physically, how are you feeling?”
Beca shrugged. “Fine.” Aubrey raised her eyebrows and waited. “Tired, I guess.”
Aubrey nodded. “Anything else?”
“A headache, I suppose,” Beca said, trying to separate the mental pain from any physical discomfort she might have. “Kinda nauseous.”
“Okay,” Aubrey said. “So let’s deal with all that. When did you last drink water?” Beca shrugged. “Eat vegetables?”
“Like, on purpose?”
Aubrey laughed and shook her head. “You’re unbelievable. Okay, I’ll fix you something. You should go take a shower, and change your clothes. You can stay in sweats, but put clean ones on.”
Beca looked down at what they were wearing. “Are you saying I’m dirty?”
“No,” Aubrey said. “I’m saying you’ll feel better if you shower.” She clapped her hands at Beca. “Come on, chop, chop.”
Beca smiled. “There’s the Aubrey Posen I know and love.”
Aubrey rolled her eyes but smiled.
While Beca was showering, the pizza she’d ordered arrived, and Aubrey set it down on the coffee table.
She rummaged around in Beca’s freezer until she found a forgotten bag of frozen vegetables shoved in the back, and she cooked those up as well.
She filled a large glass with water, and dug a strip of aspirin out of her bag, placing them all on the table beside the pizza.
“What’s this?” Beca asked once she was done in the shower, drying the ends of her hair with her towel.
“If you’re going to have pizza for dinner again, you can eat some broccoli too,” Aubrey said. “And I know you think that because coffee and beer has water in it, that it counts as being hydrated. It doesn’t. So you also need to drink that.”
“Okay Mom,” Beca said, dropping onto the sofa beside Aubrey.
“Trust me, you’ll feel better,” Aubrey said, rolling her eyes again.
Beca stabbed a piece of broccoli with her fork and took a big deliberate bite. Chewing it slowly and refusing to break eye contact.
“You’re a dork,” Aubrey said, laughing.
Once she’d swallowed it she stuck out her tongue, proving to Aubrey it was gone.
“Gross,” Aubrey said, hitting her in the arm. “If you don’t eat your veggies, you won’t get any ice cream.”
“Nice try,” Beca said, “but I finished all the ice cream days ago.”
They bantered back and forth like that for a little while longer, Beca feeling the tightness in her chest begin to ease.
She finished almost all of the vegetables - “I refuse to believe anyone actually likes cauliflower” - and had shared the pizza with Aubrey.
After she finished the water, Aubrey got up to make her some tea, dipping into Chloe’s supply of Sleepy Time tea bags.
“So, did Chloe send you over here to check on me?” Beca asked, watching Aubrey pottering in the kitchen, her head resting on the arm of the sofa.
“No,” Aubrey said. “I came because I was worried. I do actually like you, you know? I know in the early days we were sort of forced to become friends because of Chloe, but we are actually real friends now.”
Beca smiled softly at her. “I know.”
“Chloe is worried though,” Aubrey said, returning to the sofa and putting Beca’s tea down on the coffee table. “I should probably let her know you’re alive.”
“Video call her,” Beca said, sitting up again. “You know she won’t believe you unless you show her.”
Aubrey pulled out her phone and FaceTimed Chloe.
The redhead answered almost immediately, her worried face filling the screen.
“Hi Chlo’,” Aubrey said.
Beca leaned in beside Aubrey, smiling at the look of relief on Chloe’s face.
“Hey Beale.”
“Beca, you’re okay?” Chloe said, letting out a shaky exhale, biting down on her bottom lip.
“Yeah,” Beca said. “I’m doing okay.”
“I wish you’d answered your phone,” Chloe said. Beca could tell she was pacing, and she knew one hand would be flapping beside her the same way it always did when she was stressed. “But I get why you didn’t. I’m so sorry, Bec.”
“I know,” Beca said. “I should have replied, but it was all just… a lot.”
“I should be there,” Chloe said. “I… I should come home, right?”
“No,” Aubrey and Beca said together.
“Chloe, you’ve been excited about Chicago meeting your parents for ages,” Beca said. “I’m not letting you cut off your vacation early because of me. I’m okay, Chlo’, really.”
“And she isn’t on her own,” Aubrey added. “I’m here.”
“She made me eat vegetables and everything,” Beca said. “She’s taken over caretaker duties admirably.”
Chloe laughed and her expression softened, the stress and worry falling away from her face.
“Go get back to your vacation,” Beca said.
“Yeah, I probably should, I left Chicago talking with my Dad about college basketball,” Chloe said. “Okay, I love you both.”
“We love you too,” Aubrey said.
“Oh, and ‘Bree, if you're having trouble getting her to go to sleep, you just need to scratch the back of her head,” Chloe added, demonstrating on her own head. “Works every time.”
“Jesus, you arch your back like a cat one time!” Beca said, rolling her eyes but laughing anyway.
The call ended, and a comfortable silence fell across the two.
Beca picked up her tea before settling back against the couch.
“How are you feeling?” Aubrey asked, a little while later, turning the volume down on the Netflix show neither of them were watching.
“Okay,” Beca said. “Tired.”
“When did you last get a good night’s sleep?”
“I dunno,” Beca said. “Before it happened. It’s… It’s been hard to switch off.”
“Yeah, I bet.”
Beca finished the last of her tea, and put the mug down on the table.
She let Aubrey wrap an arm around her shoulder, pulling her a little closer so her head dropped onto her shoulder.
“Have you been able to go home to see your Mom and Grandma?” Aubrey asked. “They’re just in New Jersey, right?”
“Yeah,” Beca said. “I went home the day after it happened, which was… Friday,” Beca said, trying to pull the date out of her head. “I stayed for the rest of the weekend, but there’s only so much time off work I can have, and I need to keep some for the funeral. I know I can work remotely if I need to, but if you’d ever spent five minutes at either my Mom’s or my Grandma’s house, you’d understand why getting work done there would be impossible.”
“When is the funeral?” Aubrey asked, bringing her hand up to stroke through Beca’s hair.
“The 7th, I think,” Beca said. “So, a couple of weeks. I, um, I was gonna ask if maybe you’d come with me?”
“To the funeral?”
“Yeah,” Beca said. “You don’t have to, I know that they aren’t like the most fun things in the world. And I can ask Chloe if-”
“Beca,” Aubrey said, cutting her off. “Of course I’ll go with you.”
“Thank you,” Beca said, seeming to deflate a little in relief. “I didn’t want to do it alone. I’m the only grandkid. My Mom will have her partner Steve, and my Grandma will have my uncle Tony. I… I just wanted someone to sit with. To, like, hold my hand or whatever.”
Aubrey smiled, and pressed a kiss to the top of Beca’s head. “I’ll be there.”
She started lightly scratching the back of Beca’s head, and Beca felt her eyes wanting to close.
“Oh my god,” she muttered. “Are you actually trying to see if that works?”
“I can’t believe it does work,” Aubrey said, laughing.
“Give me a break, I haven’t slept properly in like five days,” Beca said.
“I just never had you pegged as physical contact kinda girl,” Aubrey said.
“I’m not,” Beca protested. “I just like this one thing, and I’m going to kill Chloe for telling you about it.”
“It’s cute,” Aubrey said, enjoying the blush on Beca’s cheeks and her feeble protests.
Beca groaned and pushed Aubrey away from her.
Aubrey laughed and the comfortable silence fell on them again. When Beca tried to stifle a yawn, Aubrey checked her watch. “It’s getting late, I should let you get some rest.”
Beca looked at the time on her phone. “It isn’t that late, you don’t have to go.”
“Beca, do you want me to stay?” Aubrey asked, turning to look at her.
Beca felt herself blush and she nodded. “Please. If that’s okay?”
“Of course it’s okay,” Aubrey said. “I’m not in the office tomorrow anyway, so I can have a later start.”
“Thank you,” Beca said. “You can borrow some of Chloe’s pyjamas, I’m sure she won’t mind.”
Aubrey gave Beca another kiss on the forehead, before standing up to grab some of Chloe’s pyjamas and changing in the bathroom.
“Cute,” Beca said with a smirk when Aubrey left the bathroom. They were a few inches too short on both her arms and legs, and they were covered in cartoon pugs.
“All of her pyjamas have some kind of cartoon animal on them,” Aubrey said.
“Would you expect anything less?” Beca asked, pulling back the sheets and climbing into bed.
“I guess not,” Aubrey replied, climbing in next to her.
They were silent for a little while, both looking up at the ceiling, unsure what to say or do next.
“So this is new,” Aubrey said. “I don’t think we’ve shared a bed before.”
Beca rolled over onto her side, head propped up on her arm so she could look at Aubrey.
“No? We must have, we’ve been friends for like eight years.”
“I mean, I’ve shared with Chloe a thousand times, and so have you, but I don’t think we’ve ever done it.”
“Well we definitely haven’t done it.”
“Okay, you know that’s not what I meant,” Aubrey said laughing. “Don’t make it weird.”
“I didn’t make it weird, you’re the one who said it,” Beca said, rolling back onto her back, trying not to smile. “Thank you for coming over tonight.”
Aubrey turned her head to the side to look at Beca, and saw that she was still staring up at the ceiling.
“Of course,” Aubrey said, softly. “I really care about you, Beca. I wouldn’t want you to go through this alone.”
“It’s… it’s been a hard couple of days. I, um, I should have reached out to you guys, I know that, but I didn’t… I don’t know how to do that. I don’t know how to ask for help.”
Aubrey placed her hand on top of Beca’s and squeezed.
“Well you don’t need to worry about that anymore. I’ve got you, okay? Whenever you need someone, you just text me and I’ll be here. No questions asked. If you want to cry it out, or get mad, or even just watch trash TV and eat ice cream, I’ll be here.”
Beca swallowed and sniffed, and cleared her throat.
“Thank you,” she said, squeezing Aubrey’s hand back.
More silence followed until Beca cleared her throat and spoke up again.
“I’m going to ask you something, and if you tell anyone I said this I’ll deny it until my dying breath,” Beca said. “But, um, could you… Could you do the scratchy head thing? It really does work.”
Aubrey let out a soft laugh. “You really are just a big cat, aren’t you?”
“Shut up,” Beca groaned, trying to hide her face with her arms.
“Come here,” Aubrey said, one arm wrapping around Beca’s middle, pulling her closer, making her the little spoon, the other arm resting on the pillow above her head. “Like this?” Aubrey asked, scratching the back of her head, in the spot Chloe had shown her.
“Mhm,” Beca replied, the tension draining away. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Aubrey said. “Now try and get some sleep.”
“Okay,” Beca breathed out, her eyes closing as she fell into a comfortable sleep for the first time in days.
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Summary: As Beca tours Europe to build her profile overseas, Chloe can’t help but miss her desperately while she’s away. Beca meanwhile has to deal with her own loneliness while on the road. But a surprise reunion may just bring both women the happiness they both crave.
Rating: T for Fluff
Warnings: May tug on a few heartstrings.
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PLOT: Beca gets dragged once again by Stacie to go with her and Bella for a school event, but during the event she is reunited with one of the people who picked on her for years.
It was a normal Saturday morning in Beca’s apartment, she’s chilling on her balcony with a cup of coffee in her hand watching the people and cars pass by until… Her phone rang. Beca looks at her phone and it was Stacie, what is the emergency now? She answers her call
“What’s up Stacie?” She spoke.
Meanwhile on the other line, Stacie is in her living room on a loudspeaker as she’s putting on Bella’s socks “Hey Becs sorry to interrupt, are you busy right now?” She asked the shorter woman.
“I was busy looking at people and cars passing by my apartment but I don’t have any agenda right now, is everything alright?” She enters her apartment placing her mug down on the table.
“Good, because I need your help- Bella honey, turn your ipad off, mommy is talking to Auntie Beca.” Stacie said.
Beca lets out a light chuckle hearing her best friend try her best to be a great mom to her daughter “I can tell, what’s the catch Stace?” She leaned against a wall crossing her arms.
“Can you go with Bella and I to an event for her school, Emily is out for a business trip and Bella was kinda upset so she told me to call you instead.” Stacie explained to her.
Knowing Beca, she’ll jump in front of a train for her best friend agreed to what Stacie told her, a few minutes later she left her apartment to go and pick up Stacie and Bella and drive to her school.
“Is this the thing you dragged me into?” Beca asked looking at her surroundings, there are parents everywhere along with their children “Yeah, it’s the annual parent-children day. It happens every year.” Stacie answered. Bella’s teacher, Miss Lawson walks up to them “Hello Miss Conrad, it’s great to see you again, is this the wife you’ve been talking about?” Miss Lawson asked Stacie thinking that Beca is Emily.
“Nope I am not her wife, I am a friend. Beca Mitchell.” She reached her hand out for Miss Lawson to shake "My wife is on a business trip, so I had to drag my friend here with me." Stacie explained, while her friend was talking to her daughter's teacher Beca noticed a familiar face in the crowd "You've got to be kidding me right now!" She whined out loud. “You good Becs?” Stacie asked. The person she saw in the crowd is none other than Aubrey Posen, Aubrey and Beca go way back but not in a good way. Aubrey always picked on Beca when they were kids; she mostly picked on Beca about her height and many years later, they are reunited with this event.
“Beca Mitchell, what a surprise.” Aubrey walked up to Beca, Stacie, and Bella. “What are you doing here?” Aubrey asked.
“What are you doing here?” Beca bounced the question back to the blonde.
“Oh I am just here accompanying my niece, Peyton, to this event. And I see that you’ve bagged yourself a supermodel.” If Beca had a dollar every time she’s with Stacie and people assume that she’s married to her, she’d buy a truck and run Aubrey over with it. “She’s not my wife first of all, second, I heard you and your niece are back to back champions and guess what? Bella and I will win this event.” Beca answered back at Aubrey.
“I know you Mitchell, you’re all bark, no bite.” Aubrey said, adding more flame to the fire. “Okay you two, cut the barking and snarling out.” Stacie drags Beca away from Aubrey and Peyton “I am not finished with you Posen!” Beca yelled out one last time all Aubrey did was laugh.
Aubrey faces her niece and they do a one on one pep talk “Alright Peyton, you know what to do. I know that your parents are super busy all of the time, but remember what I told you?”
“Kick their shins and go for the gold!” Peyton continued
“Exactly.” Aubrey said with a big smile on her face.
Meanwhile on the other side of the field, Beca and Stacie give their own pep talk to Bella “Alright kiddo, you know the drill; if you win, then you win.” Beca mentioned “Also be a good sport, don’t act all high and mighty, the only thing that matters here is that we have fun.” Stacie added, Bella nodded and high fived Beca and Stacie.
Then the games began.
The games were a mix of students only and students with parents (or guardians), The ones who are mostly going head to head with each other are Bella and Peyton cause Beca and Stacie are as competitive as Aubrey. Screaming from the top of their lungs cheering for their kids, which annoyed some of the parents at some point. A few games later, they are down to their final game. “Okay this last game is for the parents and legal guardians, get ready to unleash your inner NFL players we’re playing a game of football!” The host announced, Bella looks at her mom and her aunt “Mommy, Auntie Beca! You need to play this game.” The younger Conrad convinced her mother and aunt to join. Peyton glances at Bella convincing Beca and Stacie and looks back at her aunt “You don’t need to say anything kid, I am joining that game.” Aubrey brisk walked to the middle of the field where the Parents and Guardians who are playing this game, Beca and Stacie are on the same team while Aubrey is on the opposite team.
“I got my eyes on you Posen.” Beca taunted the blonde rolling her sleeves up.
Aubrey snickered, stretching “Whatever.”
Everyone got into position and as they heard the sound of the whistle, the game started. The kids are cheering for their parents and guardians in the game, one of the parents passes the ball to Stacie and she looks for Beca and throws the ball at her “I got it!” Beca yelled and is now being chased by the opposing team, but out of all the members from the other team, Aubrey was sprinting and pushing people away as Beca ran to get a touchdown. Aubrey then tackles Beca, leaving the both of them in a very awkward position. Stacie looks at the current situation and starts laughing uncontrollably, Beca opens her eyes to see Aubrey is on top of her which made her blush in embarrassment “Finally.” Aubrey said. Beca smiles at the blonde which made Aubrey raise a brow “TOUCHDOWN!” The referee yelled. Aubrey gets off of Beca and groans rolling her eyes, Stacie helps the shorter woman get back up again. “GUESS WHO’S THE LOSER NOW POSEN?!?” Beca bragged while she’s laughing.
After the event, Beca is seen getting in her car but was stopped by Aubrey “Hey, Beca a word?” Beca turns around and walks up to the blonde “How can I help you?” She asked, “I just want to say that game was amazing, it’s also been years since I’ve seen you so this really brought back a lot of memories from middle school.” Aubrey smiled, but not a cocky smile it’s more of a soft and gentle smile.
Beca chuckled “Well color me shocked.” She said.
The two of them just stood there not talking for a good second, Aubrey clears her throat and scratches the back of her neck “Do you uh… Have somewhere to go this week?” She asked. Is Aubrey asking her out? After she tackled her into the ground thirty minutes ago?
Beca looked at her surroundings before locking eyes with the other woman and slowly shook her head “No…? Also are you asking me out?” A confused smile formed on Beca’s face, Aubrey’s eyes widened “What? Me? Asking you out?” She lets out a nervous chuckle “Yes.” She answered very straightforwardly. “And so it’s a date? I love that, pick me up at six.” Beca agreed, she did her famous two finger salute at the blonde and left. Aubrey just stood there with a smile on her face and headed to her car, leaving the venue knowing that her and Beca have officially moved on from being up on each other's nerves to people who’d show affection towards each other.
Chloe knew she wanted Beca from the moment she’d spotted her at the activities fair. When she heard her singing in the shower, she wondered just how beautiful it would sound to hear her moaning Chloe’s name. But then he came along. For the first time, Chloe couldn’t just take what she wanted. But that didn’t stop her from aching. From pining. She knew it was wrong. She knew she shouldn’t, but she wanted Jesse’s girl. She wanted Beca Mitchell.
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