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"I just can't believe he broke up with me!" Beca said drinking from her bottle.

She was at a bar getting drunk with her best friends, Bumper, Fat Amy and Chloe. (The four of them were like a messed up Fantastic Four: Beca, the takes-no-crap; Bumper, the egocentric; Fat Amy, the no-filter and Chloe, the scarily too sweet. For some reason those four got along well at high school and their friendship lasted even after college graduation.)

Beca's long term boyfriend had just broken up with her and that was more than an understandable reason for a Thursday night of drinks.

"I thought you didn't like him." Fat Amy said.

"I didn't." Beca took another sip of the beer. "I mean, he used to wake up on Sunday mornings to run. Who does that?"

"Hey!" Chloe sounded offended. "I do that!"

"And it's on times like this that I question myself why I'm even your friend, redhead." Bumper looked at her like she was an alien or something like that.

"We're friends because you love me." Chloe told him with a bright smile.

"Nope." Bumper shook his head. "That's not the reason at all."

"Anyway." Fat Amy cut Bumper. "Why are you so upset if you didn't even like him?"

"Because I spent six months with that idiot." Beca rolled her eyes.

"How could you date someone you didn't like for six months?" Chloe seemed confused.

"I don't know. We just happened to be together and somehow time passed without me noticing. Just never thought he would be the one breaking up."

"You're saying the reason why you're upset is that he broke up with you before you could do it yourself?" Bumper asked. "What a controlling bitch you are."

"Says the egocentric asshole who thinks is the center of the universe." She gave back.

"Here's a Bumper's advice," he said, not getting her sarcasm. "Drink your problems away. Tomorrow you won't even remember them, because you'll be too busy trying to survive the hangover."

"Awesome." Beca clinked her bottle with his and they both drank.

"Well, I think the break up was for the best." Chloe stated after a while. "Now you can go out there and find your true love."

Bumper, Amy and Beca just stared at the ginger.

"Explain to me again: why are we friends with her?" Amy asked Bumper and Beca.

"No idea." Beca answered, to what Bumper nodded.

"Come on, guys!" Chloe sighed. "Don't say you don't believe in love."

"Yeah, maybe you should stop reading the Twilight books, Chloe." Amy told her slowly, like she was talking to an infant.

"Don't be ridiculous, Amy." Chloe rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, Amy." Beca imitated Chloe. "Don't you know Chloe is right now into those Fifty Shades books?"

Chloe rubbed full of embarrassment.

"Wow." Bumper's eyes wide opened. "Dirty girl."

"That's not true. I've never read that kind of books."

"I saw one of those in your bedroom the other day, you know." Beca smirked.

"A friend for work gave me as a joke!" Chloe's face was now almost redder than her hair. "I couldn't read it!"

"So you tried to." Fat Amy said.

"No!"

"You play that pure and innocent girl role, but you're not like that at all, huh? Kudos to you, redhead." Bumper nodded approving.

"God! That's not it!" there were tears on her eyes.

"Guys, I think we broke Chloe." Fat Amy said concerned. "We're corrupting the sweet one."

"For the last time, I don't read those things!" Chloe cried.

"We?" Bumper asked Amy. "I have nothing to do with that." Bumper put his hands up innocent.

"You are so the blameworthy one." Beca rolled her eyes.

"Says the badass bitch." Bumper gave back. Beca smiled at the compliment. "I think we could replace her for a new one." He analyzed Chloe serious.

Chloe was leaning on the bar balcony, with her head buried on her hands. "Why are you guys always so mean?"

"Because someone has to teach you how the world is hard." Bumper said. "And how sweet little girls like you are easily crushed in this world."

"Well, as much as I love making Chloe cry, I gotta go." Beca said finishing her beer and standing up.

"Wait, why are you going already?" Amy asked. "I thought we were getting wasted." She sang as she wiggled her body.

"Yeah, we're definitely wasted enough." Beca laughed. "I guess I need some time alone to think and all that stuff. You know, break up and blah, blah, blah."

"Have fun thinking and stuff." Bumper said. "And remember, drink your problems away."

"You betcha." She waved goodbye. "Have fun with your books, Chlo. Make her suffer, guys." She said before living the bar.

Jesse was sitting on a park bench with his mind completely full. He was thinking about his job- he got a promotion and should be happy, but for some reason, he wasn't. For him, the promotion only meant he would have to work even more. He was also thinking about his little sister. Jesse's relationship with Camille, a seventeen years old high school student has been shaky lately, and as much as he tried, he couldn't make things go better with her. Last, but not least important, he was thinking about his fiancée. Aubrey Posen was the perfect woman, she was beautiful, independent, reliable, and he loved her. But he couldn't talk to her. For the past few weeks, every time they tried to have reasonable conversations, they would just argue for some stupid thing.

He started thinking about the time he met her for the first time.

He had gone to a party with his college friend and co-worker, Donald. There, he was introduced to Stacie, Donald's girlfriend and Aubrey, her best friend. As Donald and Stacie kept busy and let their friends by themselves, Jesse and Aubrey started talking, getting to know each other. Aubrey was polite and intelligent, Jesse was kind and funny. They had a good time together that night. Conversation was nice, they felt attracted by each other and with a little help of their best friends, a few weeks later they were already dating.

They were the perfect couple. Being together just seemed right then.

Jesse, as the kind of person who wants to build a family more than anything, after a year and a half with Aubrey, just thought would be the time for proposing. At some point, though things just started to ruin. The more the wedding day got closer, the more their relationship got worse. You could call it pressure for all the planning, you could call it all the changes on their own professional lives, but things weren't as perfect for the perfect couple anymore. They would never admit that, though.

Even with all those problems, Jesse was sure of his choice. He was certain of getting married with Aubrey. He loved her and she loved him back. Things would just have to work from there.

He was thinking about those things when he noticed a woman throwing up on a trash can a small distance away from him. She was probably drunk.

He walked in her direction, intending to help.

"Are you okay?" He asked gentle.

"I'm throwing my guts out. Do I look like I'm okay, genius?" the woman said rudely, still leaned over the trash can.

"I'm sorry, I was just trying to help." Jesse said uncomfortable.

"I didn't ask for your help." She turned her head to stare at him. "Back off, you pervert."

"Okay…" something about the look on that woman's eyes just wouldn't let Jesse leave her alone. "First of all, I'm not a pervert. Second, you don't look good and I just can't leave you here by yourself. Here…" Jesse put out his hand to help her stand up, but she moved away from him.

"Get away from me, dude." She tottered for a few steps.

"At least let me get you a taxi so you can go home."

"I can't go home." She said most for herself. "That idiot's garbage is all over the place."

Jesse didn't really understand what she meant by that. The woman sat at a bench and leaned her head back. She closed her eyes.

"Oh, hey…" Jesse walked to her. "You can't just sleep at a place like this."

"Dude, you don't even know me." Beca complained still with her eyes closed.

"It doesn't mean I can't worry about you." He sat next to the woman.

"It's exactly what it means." The woman said slowly.

"Hey," Jesse touched her cheek, trying to keep her awake.

"Get off." She moved his hand away from her and turned her head to the other side.

"Uh… miss?" Jesse called. "Please, don't sleep."

But it was too late. That woman was already deep asleep. He couldn't just let her alone there.

Why do I always make Beca drunk? Geez.

Ugh! I hate writing Fat Amy and Bumper, I can't make them look as awesome as on the movie.

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