So this is a new fic I'm working on with the wonderfully talented YouJustGotPitchSlapped. You should all check out her stuff, she's great.

Rated T for language.

I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters

Chloe closed the book and let out a shaky breath.

She had just finished all 313 pages of The Fault in our Stars.

Her sleeve was damp with tears, an empty tissue box was next to her, and the bin was filled to the rim. It took her a couple of seconds to regain composure. Maybe a minute or so. An hour actually. Her mind whirred with all the quotes, all the hilarious jokes and charm - and Augustus Waters. Oh, what she would give to have an Augustus Waters.

Tom, on a very rare occasion could be his own Augustus Waters. When they were not arguing over the tiniest things, he could be charming, good looking, thoughtful. So, she should be glad to have part of Augustus Waters as a boyfriend. Right? It's not like there was a real Augustus Waters out there anyway.

Apart from Ansel Elgort in The Fault in our Stars movie that came out that day.

Oh yes, the movie.

She wasn't sure why she was doing this to herself, in all honesty. It was just more emotional pain she had to bear. More tears, more sadness, more trees cut down. So why was it worth it?

Because you might as well experience everything you can, since Oblivion is inevitable, and John Green is a bloody brilliant author.

"So he said it was chick-flick-shit?" Beca asked, mopping up the spilt coffee from the counter.

"He said it was chick-flick-shit." Chloe confirmed, leaning against said counter, a defeated look on her face.

"I think it's chick-flick-shit." Beca turned her back on Chloe and began making her coffee. When she turned back she almost jumped in shock at the look the redhead was giving her.

"How dare you insult The Fault in our Stars!"

"What you gonna do, huh Beale? Hit me with the book?" Beca smirked, handing over Chloe's vanilla latté.

"I could literally throw the book at your face and it wouldn't nearly hurt as much as reading it." Chloe grumbled.

"Objection your honor!"

"I promise you Becs, this movie, it will change your life. The book... It's so... So-"

"Sappy?" Beca said, grinning at how much she was winding the redhead up.

"Ugh, Beca just go with me, please?" She said, putting down her coffee so she could clench her hands together on the counter. "Look, I'm actually begging."

"Becs just go to the movie with Chloe." Jesse butted in, shifting to her side as he finished filling a cup with coffee.

"Oh God not you too." Beca groaned, rubbing her hands across her face.

"What? Me and Bree are gonna watch it, so why don't you and Chloe?"

Beca shot him a death glare, which quickly sent him back to serving an impatient customer.

"So, will you?" Chloe asked, her bottom lip protruding.

"No." Beca narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "What are you doing- no don't- don't do that! You can't use that against me like- stop-...stop it! That's not fair! You aren't allowed to do tha-"

A single tear slipped down Chloe's cheek.

"Fine! Fine I'll go just- just stop with the crying! Okay?"

"Okay." Chloe said an enormous grin spreading across her face.

"Why are you looking at me like that? ... Chloe?"

"We totes just repeated the "Okay? Okay." Line from The Fault in Our Stars!" The redhead squealed and pressed a kiss to the brunette's cheek. "See you at 7:30!" Chloe beamed, spilling coffee on the counter that Beca had just cleaned as she skipped out of the shop.

"Dude, you are so whipped." Jesse commented, shaking his head in amusement.

"So sorry, Jess, I didn't quite hear that."

"Oh- oh uh I mean, this cream is, uh, so whipped." He shuffled past her and began cleaning up Chloe's mess.

"That's what I thought."

Chloe and Beca strolled into the cinema room, and began searching for their seat. Chloe advised that they stay away from the hormonal teenage girls who were already crying.

"My arms-" Chloe said, straining to carry the weight of the food she had bought.

"It's your fault for buying so much damn popcorn." Beca grinned.

"Can you just-"

"Nope, unless I can have half of it."

"Okay, just, help. Please." Beca took the bucket from her. "Thank you." Chloe said with a sigh of relief.

"Holy Crap is there a 1k weight at the bottom of this or something?" Beca asked incredulously.

"Just popcorn Becs, just popcorn."

They shuffled into a comfortable position in their seats, where and Chloe could rest her head on the brunette's shoulder whilst still having access to the immense amount of popcorn. At the beginning of their relationship, Beca would question this kind of physical contact, maybe even reject it. But now? Chloe changed her attitude to the invading of personal space. Now she could tolerate. Tolerate, not enjoy. That's what she told herself anyway.

Chloe reached into her bag and pulled out a box of tissues and placed them on Beca's lap. She put them on Chloe's. It wasn't like Beca would need the tissues anyway.

She was wrong. So, so wrong.

"Let's go watch The Fault in Our Stars she said. It'll be fun she said." Beca weeped in an accusing tone as she tried to wipe away the dripping mascara. "You should have warned me Chlo, you read the book."

"Excuse me, Beca Mitchell, but I believe I told you it would hurt more than throwing the book at your face." Chloe insisted. Luckily she had come prepared and worn Waterproof mascara.

"You said sad. Not soul-crushingly devastating! Fucking Christ I haven't cried like this since...since..."

"Toy Story 3?"

"You promised you would never speak of that again." Beca held her finger up, then burst out laughing when she saw Chloe's face.

"What? ... What Becs?!"

"You look like a depressed panda!" She said, her tears of anguish turning into tears of laughter.

"Oh for God's sake!" Chloe wailed as she looked at her mascara stained hands.

"You need to go get your face fixed. I'll drop you off." Beca pulled her car keys from her pocket.

"No… It's fine!" Chloe smiled brightly. It just didn't reach her eyes.

"Chlo'? What's going on?" Beca asked, genuinely concerned. Chloe never lied to her.

"It's nothing," She said, trying once again to smile convincingly. Beca gave her a sceptical look. "Tom and I fought last night."

"Again? Why don't you just dump his ass already?" Beca said with a sigh.

"Beca." Chloe said, her smile dropping.

"I'm serious, Chloe."

"I can't. He's exactly what I deserve." Her voice had dropped to barely above a whisper.

Beca stared at her in disbelief, completely and utterly horrified that Chloe believe that. "What?! You know, the number of times you come over and tell me of how Tom is a fucking asshole... It- God... Nobody deserves that. Alright? Least of all someone like you." She gripped Chloe's wrist and spun her round. To any onlooker, the hot fresh tears that sprung from her eyes would be from the movie, as pretty much everyone around them was weeping and crying. But these fresh tears were because of that douche. "Oh Chlo..." Beca wiped the tears away with her thumb and frowned. She cupped Chloe's face and stood on her tiptoes so she could plant a kiss on the taller woman's forehead.

Chloe, touched by Beca's thoughtfulness gazed back at her, and could have sworn for a second Beca glanced down at her lips. Their noses centimetres apart and both excitement and fear bubbled up inside her.

Beca leaned forward slightly, her eyes now focused on Chloe's lips...

"Chloe?"

Beca and Chloe sprung away from each other, confused by their actions, and rather annoyed Tom had to show up.

"Yeah Tom?" Chloe asked innocently. Beca had noticed Chloe tense up immediately when she heard her name.

"What the fuck is going on?" He grabbed her hand possessively, pulling the redhead away from Beca.

"Nothing babe, we just went to see a movie."

"With her?" He said disdainfully.

Beca took it as her queue to leave, and spun on her heel towards the exit. She could hear Chloe and Tom arguing.

"She's just a friend Tom!"

Just a friend.

Beca didn't know why, or want to know why, those three words had such an effect on her. They had been Just Friends since College, and there was no reason for that to change now. No complications, No jealousy over boyfriends, just plain, simple friends.

So why the hell was she so angry? A frightening feeling rose up inside her. She quickly pulled out her phone and rapidly typed out a text to Jesse.

Dude, Code Red, I repeat, CODE RED: I have experienced actual human emotions. – B

Beca pressed send, and received a response almost immediately.

What now? Beca Mitchell has a heart? Oh My God, breaking news! – J

Shut up Jesse, this is a fucking emergency. – B

A second later and her phone was ringing, Jesse's name flashing on the screen.

"What's up?" He said, a hint of concern in his voice.

"I... I dunno man. There was this- this moment between me and Chlo' and I have no idea what's going on." Beca said frantically. "Shit, Jesse, I'm totally totally fucked."

"And why might that be?" He said nothing but amusement in his voice now.

"I think... I think I like her. Like, like like her." She said, her voice quivering.

"Thank the Lord, you have finally noticed your megawatt toner for the redhead."

"Oh God, what has Aubrey done to you?" She rolled her eyes and the sound of Jesse's laughter. "Jesse, what the fuck am I going to do?"