Hello my fellow weirdos. I am here with another Bechloe story :) Do not panic, I'm not giving up on Its All About Finding Yourself anytime soon, I just need another story to break things up a bit. Now if you watch Pretty Little Liars you will realise that I did get inspiration from Aria and Ezra's relationship.

So are you ready to follow Beca and Chloe on their tough journey?

Age Is Just a Number - Chapter 1

Going into your senior year of high school is supposed to be this huge and exciting step forward into your life right? You've almost made it, it's the last year that you spend seeing your friends every single day of your life, taking it for granted when you finally move on with the future and distance yourself from them. It's meant to be that way for everyone right? Well not in Beca's case, she turned eighteen a couple of weeks ago and it just reminded her how much she wants to leave this town behind and jet off to LA. You see Beca has a dream, but not like the rest of the kids in her year who are pining to apply to college, oh no. She wants to take her chances in LA and become a songwriter. She was a good writer though, she did excel in English at school (mostly due to the fact her father is a professor of English at Barden University) but she did prefer to use her talent of writing in song. 'You're an artist!' Her best friend Jesse once said to her after he listened to one of her songs she had written, that was the moment she knew she wanted people to hear what she was capable of. Writing music was an art, she knew it, Jesse knew it but her dad didn't. He'd rather her go to college and use her talent to become an author or an English teacher. That wasn't exactly her thing though.

The hours of Beca's last day of summer were slowly counting their way down before she had to go back to the burning flames of hell tomorrow morning. She decided to spend a few of her last hours of freedom by using her fake ID in a bar across town. The place was empty apart from a drunken old man who must've been in his 70s, sitting in one of the booths by himself, minding his own business. Beca was perched on one of the stools, scrolling through her instagram feed silently as her finger traced the rim of the beer bottle sat on the bar surface in front of her.

"You've got to be kidding me." Beca curiously turned her head as an annoyed voice was heard from behind her. The old man across the room had also done the same as Beca and turned his head to see what the disturbance was.

In walked a stressed looking redhead, her hair curled into waves, flowing past her shoulders. Wearing a leather jacket over a white blouse along with a pair of black skinny jeans with a black pair of boots. Her handbag was slung on her shoulder and her phone was in her hand as she walked towards the bar where Beca was sitting.

Beca watched on curiously from the side, eyeing the redhead as she hopped up onto one of the bar stools, practically slamming her phone down as she ordered a drink from the bartender.

"Rough day?" Beca chuckled, raising the beer bottle to her lips, grabbing the woman's attention and nodded to confirm she was in fact talking to her.

"Uh yeah, you could say that." The woman replied with a polite yet half hearted laugh. "My date um...stood me up." She added and it took Beca every ounce of her self control not to roll her eyes. She was simply making polite conversation not wanting to listen to a weepy drunk lady all night.

"Well he's an asshole." Beca shrugged, tipping her bottle up to take a drink of it.

"Uh well 'she'." The redhead emphasised 'She'. "She's an asshole." She offered Beca half a smile as the brunette raised her eyebrows.

"Oh." Was all Beca said. Beca was into girls herself, she had known for years. Only a few people know she's a lesbian but her father wasn't one of those people, she had been putting off telling him for years, fearing his reaction. "Well we play for the same team." Beca smirked, finding the woman's surprised reaction amusing.

Much to Beca's surprise, the redhead got up and moved a stool down towards Beca so she's was sitting right next to her. You let a lesbian know you're also gay and then she's already practically sitting on your face. "I'm Chloe by the way." The woman offered Beca her hand which the brunette shook, slightly confused of what she was getting herself into.

"Beca." She returned with a smile.

Chloe smiled back and that was the first time that night Beca had realised how beautiful this woman was. She had the most amazing eyes that Beca almost didn't notice that she had began talking to her again. "I've told you my story of coming here, what's yours?"

Beca averted her eyes, now focusing on the coin she was tapping on the table as she tried to think of a lie. "Um well, I'm going back to college tomorrow and I'm dreading it." She lied which was partly true apart from the college part. Well she couldn't exactly say she was an 18 year old high school student who isn't even legal to drink.

"Oh really? What's your major?" Chloe pushed, her face weirdly lighting up at the mention of college. Well shit Beca, you've dug yourself into a hole now.

"English." Beca automatically said without thinking. She was smart with words but she was bad for word vomit, she didn't really have a filter.

"No way! I literally just graduated majoring in English. I'm starting my first teaching job tomorrow." Beca couldn't help but smile at the pride in Chloe's voice as she spoke. I guess she was passionate about English just like Beca was.

"Oh that's pretty cool. I don't think you should be drinking though." Beca smirked with a wink making Chloe giggle.

"Neither should you since you're going back to college tomorrow." Chloe shot back.

"At least I'm not going to be in the presence of innocent children." Beca quipped, her smirk still very much there.

"I'm having one drink, I'm not going to be hung over." Chloe scoffed, playfully smacking Beca's arm. After they composed themselves of laughter, Chloe spoke up again. "So what do you want to do when you graduate?" She wondered, sipping on her drink.

"Well I write songs so I'm hoping to move to LA and see what I can do with that." Beca shrugged with a chuckle.

"That's amazing!" Boy this girl was enthusiastic. A very different person from Beca but opposites attract as they say, huh? Yes, Beca found this woman attractive, such a crime!

Both of the girls took a moment to look at each other. Smiling as they took in each other's face, little did they know that they were both admiring how pretty the other one was.

Beca didn't know how this managed to happen, one minute she and Chloe were happily talking away and the next minute their lips were attached as they stumbled into the bar's restroom together. The worst part about it? They weren't even drunk. They just acted upon the elephant in the room which was clearly their attraction to each other.

Beca had completely forgot about the fact that she's only 18 and Chloe has to be at least in her early twenties. The brunette let go of Chloe for a second, breathing heavily as she hopped up onto the counter where the sinks were.

"You're hot." Beca laughed breathlessly, pulling Chloe between her legs by the waist.

"Don't talk." Chloe pressed her finger on Beca's lips before settling her hands on the brunette's waist once she finally reattached their mouths. Chloe slipped her tongue into Beca's mouth, instantly being greeted by the brunette's.

"Mm." Beca hummed into the kiss, her tongue fighting with Chloe's.

Chloe pulled away, her chest heaving as she lifted her wrist, checking the time on her watch. "Oh my god. I really need to go, I'm so sorry. It's getting late."

Beca was taken aback slightly, still dazed from the make out session she had just shared with a girl she had just met. "Well this was completely random yet fun." Beca smirked, hopping down off the counter and spinning around so she could fix her hair in the mirror.

"I'll see you around I guess." Chloe offered, winking at the brunette in the mirror, giving her a flirty wave as she left leaving Beca with a smile on her face.

She had no idea what the hell just happened but she liked it. It certainly shone some light on her day even though she'd probably never see Chloe in her life again.

Beca snuck into the house around 10:30 that night, knowing that her father and stepmother would be in bed so she had to be quiet as she climbed up the stairs. She tiptoed past the closed doors in the dark hall until a voice made her jump out of her skin.

"Beca."

"Jesus Christ Emily!" Beca whisper yelled, clutching her chest and turning around the find the said girl popping her head around her bedroom door. Emily was Beca's 15 year old step sister, Dr Mitchell had married Emily's mom, Katherine when Emily was 7 and Beca was 10. The girls did have a pretty close relationship though considering they were step sisters. "What're you still doing up?" Beca followed Emily into her bedroom because if they kept speaking in the hallway, they'd end up waking their parents.

"I was getting my stuff ready for school tomorrow. Beca I'm really nervous." The younger girl admitted as she sat down on her bed whilst Beca stood in the middle of her room, her hands in the pockets of her leather jacket.

"Don't be, high school is nothing to be afraid of. It's more or less bullshit if you ask me." Emily was going to be starting her freshman year of high school and asking for advice from her step sister who had already survived three years of the place probably wasn't the best idea.

"Why do you smell like alcohol by the way? I thought you were with Jesse." Emily looked up at her sister with a confused expression.

Beca just blinked at the girl for a few seconds, trying to think of something to say. "Uhm I wasn't with Jesse actually but I did go out and maaaaybe had a couple of drinks. You tell Dad and you're dead kid. Are Kat and him in bed anyway?"

"Yeah. Now go away I want to sleep." Emily shooed her older sister out of her bedroom back into the dark hallway.

"Night." Beca whispered as she finally continued her way down the hall to her own bedroom, quickly getting changed out of her clothes and into her bed.

She went to sleep with a smile on her face that night due to the fun she had with Chloe. It wasn't so much just the kissing part, it was the talking too. They both had a lot in common with each other and Beca mentally kicked herself for not getting her number. Wow she had shit game if she can't even get a girl's number. Well she did make out with her in the bathroom so I guess she's winning somewhere.

Beca wasn't having a good morning, she had woken up late for one thing, she also had to deal with Emily's first day jitters and now she had her best friend running his mouth of all the shit he talks about as they both made their way to their first class. On the other hand she was glad that it was English because it was easy for her on a Monday morning.

"Apparently the new teacher we're getting is really hot." Jesse kept rattling on about random things, Beca rolling her eyes at almost everything he said.

"Is that so?" Beca asked distractedly as she was paying more attention to her phone.

"Uh huh. Oh it's this one." Jesse led Beca into the classroom, the short brunette barely even lifting her head from the device in her hands as she took a seat next to Jesse.

"Hi guys, I'm the new English teacher here. My name's Miss Beale and I can't wait to get to know all of you."

Beca lifted her head in horror. She knew that voice! And that's when everything happened in slow motion. She locked eyes with the woman who was standing behind the desk at the front of the classroom, the same woman she had been playing tonsil hockey with the night before.

"Holy shit no." Beca muttered under her breath, quickly looking down at the desk, leaning her head on her hand that was propped up on the desk by her elbow.

"What's up?" Jesse leaned over and whispered.

"Nothing it's fine." Beca lifted her head slightly so she could get another glance at Chloe who was now sat at her desk, taking the register. Beca dreaded her name being called.

She honestly had the world's shittiest luck. This seriously can't be happening.

"Rebeca Mitchell?" Chloe called and Beca just sunk further down into her seat, wishing the ground would just swallow her up.

"Beca." Beca corrected, fighting the urge to roll her eyes because she had to do this with every single teacher. She didn't dare to look at Chloe though. Oh god no.

Well this is going to be a fun year...

Uh Ohhhh. That can't be good.

What do you think Beca's gonna do about it?

Any favourite parts? Favourite lines?

Please tell me all your thoughts about this and let me know if I should continue :)

Until next time!