Breakdown Cover

"I'm just driving back now Stace...Yes, I'll get some milk. By the way can you have a look on my computer to see if I got an email back yet from any of the clubs I applied for?...Hello? Stacie are you there still?" Beca moved the phone away from her ear to see that the screen had gone black.

"Fucking battery." She huffed as she threw her phone to the other side of the car. Beca never minded traveling, however the five hour trek from her home town, Phoenix to L.A. had became more and more tedious after every trip she made, especially after the 'wonderful' time she had with her father and step-monster.

Senator Jonathan Mitchell of the state of Arizona; (a title which he is very fond of keeping) was also known as Beca Mitchell's estranged father. Well estranged until about three years ago when her father decided to run for senator which meant that he needed to show up appearances in order create a rapport with his voters. Which clearly worked In his favour and no one else's, in Beca's own opinion however she would deem her father to be a self conceited man-whore who left her mother for his secretary ten years previous.

The trip to her fathers was always repetitive, the constant demoralising comments from her father and 'step-mother' were always the same but thankfully were easily blocked out by her headphones. It was always the same, "Beca when are you going to grow up and make a name for yourself?" "Beca why don't you move back to Phoenix and get a real job." Ugh, blah, blah, blah. She'd had enough of them both after the first ten minutes, which only meant that the two hour long senators dinner she had to endure was going to be unbearable. Beca rolled her eyes so many times during that meal that she almost made herself dizzy, it was just full of people swooning over her father whilst trying to exploit his state powers. The worst part about the entire dinner, was how much her father actually enjoyed the attention.

She rolled her eyes once more and began to concentrate on the road ahead of her. She didn't have to take Route 66 to get home, but there was something about being on the open road that cleared her head after a meeting with her father. Everything was so peaceful and tranquil, there was no noise, no light pollution, It was just her, her car and the open road. That was until her car decided to start to start spitting out steam from under the bonnet, before there was a loud banging noise and then everything on her dashboard switched off.

"Fuck. No, no, no please don't do this to me, not now. God dammit were just six miles away from home!" The brunette leant forward and dropped her head onto the steering wheel, she let out a strangled cry before popping her bonnet to investigate the damage. She opened the car door and sighed before stepping out, as she opened her bonnet and smoke and steam spewed out in every direction causing her to jump backwards out of the way.

"Fuck you, you stupid piece of shit. Why?" She shouted.

Beca skulked round to the passenger side of her car to receive her phone only to realise that it had died just twenty minutes prior, she shook her head and groaned. She walked round to her boot and put her phone into her jeans pocket, her boot was full of everything baring what she really wanted; a coat.

She squinted her eyes looking around for any sign of life but saw none, the only thing plausible to do would be to walk and hope for the best. So she set off into the direction she was already driving leaving her car on a dirt track somewhere in the Hollywood hills praying that she'd find help before she was picked off by Bigfoot or something. Next time she was definitely taking the free way.

Half an hour into her walk and it was as though she was getting no where, in fact she could still almost see the shadow of her car down the road, and to only make matters worse the heavens opened. Beca Mitchell had gone down in her own estimations as she was now running through the rain and puddles barefoot (so she didn't ruin her white converse) with her t-shirt pulled up over her head in an attempt to cover her hair from the downpour. She was soaking, and cold.

She came to a halt clutching her chest, trying to regulate her breathing. She started to give up hope when she looked up panting through the downpour only to see the "Beverly Hills" sign. For the first time all day she finally smiled, really smiled. Beca began to lightly jog past the sign to the nearest street, the neighbourhood she had arrived in was beautiful, which wasn't surprising seen as though it was one of the most expensive places in L.A.

As she walked up to the first house on the street she took a deep breath before unlocking the gate and walking up to the home and knocking on the enormous panelled door, she stood admiring the house when the hallway light came on. Beca looked at the watch on her wrist and sighed, it was 11o'clock on a sunday evening which meant that she had no doubt just woken up the owner of the home.

The door began to open and Beca rolled her eyes in anticipation to see whatever prissy gold-digger lived in this house, Beca Mitchell had no time for posh bodies who saw themselves as better than everyone else and she certainly couldn't be bothered tonight so she just wanted to borrow their phone and leave as quickly as she could but then the door finally opened... And there she was. The most undoubtedly beautiful woman she had ever laid her eyes on, her hair was red and warm like a hot summers day, her eyes were blue and piercing like the warm Caribbean sea and her body. Wow her body was... Wait. She's talking to me. And I haven't responded. Speak God dammit...

"Sorry?" She squeaked at the red head, the blush had already began to fill her cheeks as she averted her eyes away from the girl.

"Are you okay?" She chuckled lightly, "I said how can I help, you know it's late right?"

"Huh? Um yea I'm great." The redhead looked at her incredulously, "Oh sorry, no I'm not okay, well I am personally but I was driving home... and I'm so sorry that it's late, I would have walked home but I live like miles away and I've already ran miles..." She trailed off.

The redhead shook her head and began to laugh, "You know you still haven't told me what you want right? Spit it out." She smiled so genuinely that it actually made the brunettes heart ache.

"Oh sorry I'm baffling. I'm just nervous. Wait, no I'm not nervous I..." Beca bit her lip and inwardly groaned, she took a deep breath and sighed. "My car broke down, somewhere in the hills a couple of miles back. And my phone died, which means that my already shitty day just got a lot shittier and well what I'm really trying to say is please, please can I borrow your phone. Again I'm so sorry it's late, you were probably asleep or something and-"

"Calm down okay?" The redhead placed her hand on Beca's shoulder to stop her from rambling, "Do you want to come inside, you're soaking. And yes, you can use my phone but you have to tell me now if you're a serial killer okay?" She smiled and stepped out of the way of the door.

"Yes! Wait no. Um... I'm not a serial killer I mean, but if I was you'd definitely be my type." She winked and then regretted it instantly, "I mean I wouldn't really kill you, but um. Please forget what I just said okay?"

The redhead laughed once again and shook her head, "Just get inside okay? At least you can embarrass yourself and be warm at the same time in here."

"Yes, thank you." Beca stepped inside her home and began to admire the hallway. "Wow, your house is... Incredible" There was giant stairway in the centre of the hallway which split off into two different directions, presumably off to the bedrooms. The floor was all rich oak and the walls were white, it was a palace.

"Why aren't you wearing shoes?" Her voice broke off the brunettes dazed state.

"Huh?" Beca looked down at the floor to see her wet muddy socks. "Oh, it rained and I was wearing my white converse and I didn't want to get them dirty."

"Makes sense, I'd do the same wearing mine! Just give me a second." The redhead turned around and headed up the stairs before coming back down few minutes later with some clothes in her hands. "Here, put these on and I'll throw your stuff in the dryer while you call someone."

"Oh, are you sure?" She nodded and Beca smiled taking the clothes away from her "Thank you."

"I'll give you a minute just get changed and then come through to the kitchen" She pointed to her right and then walked off in that direction.

The redhead had handed her a pair of grey nike joggers and a skin tight white long sleeved top, she slid the joggers on only to find that they were about three foot too long and a size or two too big so she slid them up to her calves and rolled the waist band down onto her hips so it sat more comfortably. The top however fit perfectly, well it clung well around her breasts but that wasn't unusual. She picked up her wet clothes and walked into the kitchen where the redhead had just walked.

"Sorry they're a little big, but your ridiculously tiny." The red head was stood in the kitchen clutching a glass of red wine smiling at the appearance of the brunette.

"Oh yea, I'm pretty short... always have been." She rocked on her feet, awkwardly holding her clothes.

The redhead walked over to the brunette and took her clothes out of her arms, "Here I'll put them in the dryer. I'm Chloe by the way." She walked through another doorway and presumably put her clothes in the dryer.

"You have a lovely name, my names Beca." the brunette smiled.

"Thank you, as do you. What phone do you have?" Beca waved her iPhone to the redhead and smiled. "Oh, I have that. I'll put it on charge." She walked over and took the phone out of her hand and plugged it into the kitchen island.

"Thank you, you seem way too nice to be living in Beverley Hills."

"I'll take that as a compliment?" She chuckled. "Whats wrong with Beverley Hills Beca?" The brunettes name rolled off of her tongue as though she was almost tasting the words, she crossed her arms and leant her back against the kitchen bar.

"Nothing!" She said way too quickly, inwardly scorning herself. "I just mean that you tend to find that a lot of people that live up here are up their own asses, most people would have just slammed the door in my face or set their guard dogs onto me."

"Don't worry, I didn't really take offence. I agree with you, they're ass holes. But I haven't lived here long, I actually live here with a friend. She's due home soon, I was waiting up for her when you knocked so no by the way. You didn't wake me." She grinned.

"Oh, good. I really am sorry though." Beca's phone beeped back to life followed by several vibrations, Chloe looked down at the phone.

"Looks like someone called Stacie misses you, girlfriend maybe?" She passed the phone over to the brunette, brushing her fingers against Beca's as the phone was passed over.

"Stacie? Nooo, we're roommates, she's my best friend. We defied the odds by being two lesbians living together and not sleeping each other what so ever." beca laughed at her own snarky comment.

"I guess me and my roommate broke those odds too." She smiled and their was a slight awkward tension in the air.

Beca shook her head and signalled to her phone, "I should probably call her..." she dialled into her phone and Stacie answer almost instantly.