Okay so this is my first fanfiction so go easy on me :)

Beca POV

Interrupting me when I'm completely engrossed in my music is something that people know not to do. Seriously, on pain of death, not even Aubrey Control Freak Posen bothers me when I'm mixing. So when my headphones are unceremoniously ripped from my ears and I'm dragged up from my bed to look into the clearest cerulean eyes, I have to say I'm a little irked. If it hadn't been for the contagiously jaw splitting smile spread across her face and the fact that she was positively vibrating and oozing excitement then I can't promise that Chloe Beale would still be alive...

"Beca, you need to pack. Come on or we'll be late for our flight!" Okay... She's lost me. The puzzled expression on my face causes the dazzling smile to drop, but only slightly. Frankly I'm surprised her facial muscles don't constantly ache, this girl is never not smiling!

"Wait...What? Chloe? Stop vibrating and explain...where are we going? Why am I packing? I'm supposed to be staying here and working on my mixes for spring break..." The smile drops a little more and those brilliant blue eyes become a little watery. "Aww Chlo, don't get upset. Just tell me where we're going?"

The smile is back full force, seriously, I'm whipped. Those puppy eyes will be the death of me, I don't think there's anything I could say no to with this girl around. "Well...We're going to LA!"

"okay, I'll bite. Why are we going to LA?"

"Because you're an awesome friend that loves me so much and would do anything for me and would hate for me to have to spend my spring break alone?"

"Chloe! Why do we need to go to LA?" She sighs and flops down onto the bed next to me looking at her hands and mumbles something unintelligible.

"Chloe Grace Beale! I am not packing a single thing or going anywhere unless you tell me what you plan to do with me!"

"It's my brother's wedding and I don't want to go alone..." I sit in silence for a few seconds, or it could have been minutes... I think I may have gone into shock. Did Chloe Beale just ask me to be her date to her brother's wedding? Am I dreaming? She starts shuffling uncomfortably and finally gets up mumbling as she walks toward the door.

"Forget it. It's silly. You don't have to go. I'll just leave you to-"

"Yes." The smile is once again back and I barely have time to move my Laptop before she pounces on me squealing in excitement.

So that's how I ended up sitting here on my bed watching the red whirlwind fly around the room trying to pack for me because apparently I 'Don't have a system'. Personally I follow the if it's clean then chuck it in the bag policy but that isn't good enough for Miss Beale. Oh no. God forbid I pack my jeans without folding them first or throw in any unpaired socks. When she emerges from my closet holding a pale blue skirt and a white shirt I didn't even realise I owned I balk.

"NO! No way, nu uh, not happening chlo. No way am I wearing that skirt. The shirt goes nicely with my black slacks, the skirt isn't necessary."

"We're not arguing about this. You're wearing the skirt because you still haven't washed the slacks from when amy got pizza all over them after Regionals a couple weeks ago. Which by the way, it won't come out if you don't wash them soon. Just saying. Maybe you should consider doing some laundry. I know you never do your own. I find your shirts and pants smuggled in with mine all the time. Do you even know how to use the washing machine?" What is this? Insult Beca hour?

"I'll have you know that I do my washing. And yes I can use the machine. Any idiot could use it."

Copper eyebrows raise at me as she bends forward and picks up a shirt off of my floor.

"And have you ever heard of a coat hanger? Or a closet? Because yours is practically empty and I can barely see the carpet through all the clothes"

"It's called a floordrobe. And it works for me. Not all of us can be little miss organised."

"Yeah, well, just be glad you've never had to live with Aubrey. How can you tell what's even clean? Everything is on the floor!" I get up from the bed and take the shirt from her smiling mischievously. I lift it to my face and sniff. "Well, this one's dirty so i'll just..." I screw it up so it's a plaid ball and throw it across the room. Chloe giggles and hits my arm playfully.

"Beca, that's disgusting! Now come on, we have to go in like 30 minutes or we'll never make our flight...

AN::/ so, yeah. I don't know how it comes across but I enjoyed writing it. I apologise for any mistakes I don't have a beta :) I know it isn't long but if people want me to continue then review :P