Author's notes: Hey guys, due to popular demand on my last story, I've started writing a Bechloe story. I think I've written up to chapter 7 so far, and still have no set ending, so it may be a long one, Haha. Thanks RJRMovieFan for your input on this on. I hope you guys enjoy, and please let me know what you think. I always love hearing from you guys.

"Aahhhh this is so pretty!" Stacie shouts, running towards the metal barrier, gasping at the giant waterfall.
Beca chases her tall friend through the heavy crowd. It was easy to keep track of her because she towers over most people. But being super short, Beca found it hard to keep up.
"Stacie… Wait!" Beca yells, holding her camera firmly in her hand.
Stacie looks over her shoulder, sniggering at her tiny friend struggling to push through the crowd.
"Come on Beca!" Stacie waves, laughing, turning back to the amazing view, "God, isn't nature majestic?"
"When have you ever been interested in nature, Stacie?" Beca scoffs, as she finally makes her way to her friend.
"I love nature Beca, I just don't always like being in it. Besides, I like grand things, Beca." Stacie rolls her eyes.
"I thought you only used that fancy term to describe what you're looking for in your sex life." Beca jokes, lifting her camera to take a picture of the offended look on Stacie's face.
"You know, I really should hit you for that." Stacie glares, putting her hand on her hip.

Beca smirks at her friends attempt at acting super offended. She was getting good at it, it was just Beca knew better.
"But, you won't because you know it's true." Beca sasses, this time earning a punch in the arm.
"Watch it, Conrad!" Beca warns, protecting her precious camera.
"I swear you love that thing more than me." Stacie whines, rolling her eyes.
Beca adjusts her lens to take another photo, "I do." She says, as she clicks the button, earning her another punch.
The two best friends turn to watch the powerful waterfall, hearing the rush of the water as it courses towards the river below. The churning water giving off a blinding glare, as the bright sun bares down. Beca takes another photo of the falls, capturing the sparkling spray. Niagara Falls was flowing in all of its glory for its many onlookers.

Beca and Stacie had been friends since they were thirteen, they had been through thick and thin together. When Beca's parents split up, Stacie was there to pick up her pieces. When Stacie had her first broken heart, Beca was there with a shoulder to cry on. As they got older, nothing changed. Stacie was the only person Beca didn't push away, she was a consent pillar in Beca's life, something she always appreciated.
"Oh Bec look!" She squeals, excitedly, leading over the railing, "It's the boat, Maid of the Mist. That's the boat we're going on."
Beca looks down to the river and sees the green and white boat traveling towards the waterfall, packed with people. Beca looks a little apprehensive, the boat looked a little old.
"I don't know, Stace. Do you think it's safe?" Beca eyes the boat nervously.
"Of course it is, Beca! You're such a worry wart!" Stacie laughs, giving Beca a playful shove.

Beca frowns at her friend, she was always the adventurous one, while Beca was happy taking pictures. It was what she loved to do, capturing moments in time, seeing things that others didn't see. One day, she was going to be a professional, but in the meantime, she had to take as many pictures as she could.
"You know, for someone who wants to be a landscape photographer, you not very willing to get yourself amongst the action." Stacie comments, for the 100th time.
Beca rolls her eyes, "I know! I'm trying, ok. I'm just cautious. I don't want to die ending my career before I even start it."
"But Bec, if you don't take risks, how will you get that amazing once in a life time shot?" Stacie asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah yeah." Beca mutters, knowing she was right.

While Beca's pictures were good, they were safe. Every time she entered a photo contest or an art expo, that was always her feedback. Her professors always told her she had to start getting inspired and take a risk. Beca knew she had to start taking more risk, she just didn't want to put her life in danger to do it. Beca looks down at her camera, it was a Leica. Arguably, one of the best brands on the market and Beca's was especially exceptional. It was waterproof, shockproof, freeze proof and dust proof. Ready for any adventure, the problem was, Beca wasn't always ready.
'One day.. one day I'll be brave enough to take the perfect shot.' Beca thinks, trying to convince herself that those words were true.

…

"I look like an idiot." Beca grumbles, after being forced into a blue plastic poncho.
Stacie sniggers, the poncho was so big it was wearing Beca.
"But a very cute idiot." Stacie comments, pretending to make her feel better, but secretly loving how silly her friend looked, taking her phone out taking her own picture.
Stacie however, looked incredible in this shapeless plastic sack. She pops the hood over her head and poses for Beca as she takes a few snaps, causing many around them to stop and giggle at the girl's confident display.
"How do you look this good in a stupid plastic poncho?" Beca shakes her head, looking at the pictures.
"What can I say? It's my animal magnetism." She gloats, before striking a fierce pose.
Beca laughs, "Animal magnetism? That's for attracting people, you nimrod!"
"Who's says I'm not?" Stacie says, winking at a passing blonde.
The blonde lets out giggle, before blushing so hard that she immediately removes herself from the situation.

"Smooth." Beca smirks at Stacie's attempt to pick up.
"Ah well, that wasn't meant to be, but still, my pick up rate is much higher than yours." Stacie informs, as the line up to get on the boat.
"Well, that's not exactly hard, Stace." Beca shakes her head, having only had two boyfriends and one oddly sexual confusing crush on a stunning German exchange student.
"What can I say, Bec, I love love!" She hugs herself.
"You love sex." Beca corrects, causing the old lady behind her to choke on her drink.
"Nothing wrong with a love for sex, girls." She laughs, once she stops coughing, "Also, nothing wrong with a love for sex with girls."
"Gran!" Her granddaughter scowls, she apologises profusely, as she steers her away.
Beca and Stacie turn to each other and burst out laughing, but being 20 years old, hearing old ladies talk about sex was extremely amusing.
"Granny after my own heart." Stacie coos, placing her hand over her heart.

Beca shakes her head at her impossible friend. They had taken so many trips together over the over the years, that they had more than their fair share of stories. But with them in college now, they didn't get to travel as often as they would like. But they were from New York, so they didn't often have to travel too far to get somewhere amazing. Stacie was always finding new and amazing places for them to go so Beca could take pictures. Stacie was more of an experience person, even if she was a woman of science. She loved nothing more than experiencing the world for what it was, not just seeing it for what it was made up of.
"Are you ready, Beca?" Stacie grabs Beca's arm, shaking it excitedly.
"Sure… I think." Beca gulps, as the line to enter the boat had started to move.

They get on board a bi-level boat, staying on the lower level. Stacie takes Beca's hand and drags her through the crowd to get a good spot at the bow of the boat.
"Well, that was easy." Stacie sighs, happily, as she comes to a stop.
"Yeah, good thing you're not pushy or people would be mad at you." Beca huffs, glancing at the annoyed people Stacie left in her wake.
"They'll get over it, Bec." Stacie says, wrapping her arm around Beca's shoulder, "Isn't this great? How have we lived our whole lives in New York and never been to Niagara Falls?"
Beca's stomach starts to fill with excited butterflies, as nervous as she was, it was still a pretty awesome place to be and it was a photographer's paradise.
"I don't know! But ok, yeah it's pretty cool." Beca says, forcing a smile, willing her nerves to chill out.
"Calm down, Beca. Don't get too excited!" Stacie jokes, at Beca's always passive demeanour.
Beca shoves Stacie slightly, "I am excited, I promise. I'm just nervous, I'll be fine though."

After about 15 minutes, the boat was ready to go. Stacie couldn't stop smiling, it was one of the things on her bucket list.
"Beca!" She squeals, clutching her tiny friend.
Beca laughs at her friend, the only reason she was on the boat was because of her. She was happy to take photos from the American side of the falls, but Stacie wasn't happy with that. She made them drive over the border into Canada and do it properly. As mad as Beca was, she was glad she did. As they were getting closer to the falls, Beca's brain started buzzing with inspiration. Beca gets her camera out ready, making sure everything was set to take her best pictures yet.

"Listen to that noise!" Stacie gasps, closing her eyes, letting the incredible roar wash over her.
They weren't even close enough to get close pictures but you could already feel the power emulating from the waterfall. Beca takes a couple of pictures, trying to get the right angle. It was hard with so many tourists bumping into her. The boat moves forward, getting closer to the beast of water. Beca's heart pounds with excitement, she hadn't felt this way in ages. Maybe taking little risks weren't so bad, at least she was somewhat safe on the boat.
"Hey Stace, your cute blonde friend is over there staring at you." Beca spies, looking through her view finder.
"Oooh, maybe it was meant to be." Stacie beams, looking at the pretty blonde woman, "I'll be back."
"Stacie.. don't leave m… and she's gone!" Beca sighs, exasperatedly, she loved Stacie, but her vagina was exhausting.

Beca turns back to the waterfall, they were getting closer. The roar was even louder now, Beca could feel the force of the water pushing the boat back. It was absolutely incredible. The cool water splashes up on Beca's face, she hadn't felt so alive in such a long time. She feels her inspiration starting to rise, as she pulls out her camera. She looks through her view finder, lining up her shots as she starts clicking away. Beca looks up smiling, feeling like she was getting some amazing shots. Beca looks to her left and sees a woman with beautiful curly red hair hovering near the point of the bow. She looks even more amazed than Stacie did. Beca can't help be smile at the beautiful awe that was radiating from her face. Beca looks back down at her camera, getting ready to take another shot. She lines it up, but hears a few gasps to her left. Not taking her eye away from the camera, she turns and spies the beautiful red head, who had climbed up on the lower railing of the bow. She had her arms spread wide, as if she was embracing the power from the water. She had her eyes closed, enjoying the cool spray on her face. At the moment, she looked incredibly free.

*click*

Beca takes the picture, before realising she had leaned all the way over the railing to get the right angle. She hadn't even noticed that she had done that, she must have reacted on instinct. She could have fallen out of the boat. Beca blinks at her own recklessness, taking a deep breath, feeling a surge of adrenaline coursing through her body. She looks up to see the beautiful redhead, but she was gone. For a split second, Beca thought she had gone overboard. But she spies a glimpse of red hair moving back through the crowd. Beca breathes a sigh of relief, as she looks down at her picture. She gasps, it was incredible. The she was, her hair blowing beautifully from the force of the water, the sparkling water droplets catching the sun as they shower down over her like dazzling crystals. The picture was taken from the side of her, but it was enough to capture the look on her face, it was so content and free. She looked like nothing could stop her from doing anything, she was one with herself. All of this coupled with the amazing waterfall in front of her, made it one of the best pictures Beca had ever taken. A weird bubble of feelings start to rise in Beca's chest, it took her a moment to realise, but it was elation and pride.

...

Stacie slumps onto her hotel bed, somehow exhausted for the day. Beca wasn't sure how, Beca drove the last leg through Buffalo and over the bridge into Canada. Stacie slept most of the way. Beca sits on the other bed, with her laptop out, uploading her day's work. She hadn't been this happy with her work maybe ever. She could help but grin to herself as she watches her pictures pop up onscreen.
"Get some good shots?" Stacie asks, noticing the almost unrecognisable smile on her face.
"I did!" Beca nearly bursts, she was so happy, "Thanks for dragging me on that boat."
"That's what best friends do, Bec. Drag you into things you don't want to do until you start enjoying them." Stacie smirks, into her pillow.
"So, if I start dragging you to galleries, you'll eventually start to enjoy them?" Beca asks, questioningly.
"No Beca, nobody but you enjoyed those." Stacie deadpans, though she was deadly serious.

Beca laughs, going back to her laptop. Moving pictures to her editing program, so she could work on them straight away. Her inspiration hadn't dwindle since leaving the boat. Beca was so excited to work on these pictures for her portfolio. Stacie watches from her bed, smiling at her best friend. She hadn't seen Beca look this excited in such a long time. She decided on this last minute road trip up here a few days ago. Beca had been feeling like she was going to give up on photography, she had been having trouble finding inspiration and drive to take pictures. Everything she took was mediocre, something her professors told her on a daily basis. Though, Stacie always thought Beca was better and happier before she went to study photography. Beca was better when she wasn't so stressed out about getting specific shots.

Beca only had a year left to go, they were pushing her towards modelling photography, something Beca wasn't interested in. Her professors told her she wasn't cut out for nature and landscape photography. But looking at her pictures now, Beca knew they were wrong.
"So, are you going to keep grinning like a lunatic or are you going to show me your pictures?" Stacie sits up, looking over to the laptop.
Beca picks up her laptop and moves over to Stacie's bed.
"Here." Beca shows her the screen.
"Wow! Beca! It looks like the water is still moving. These are amazing, I haven't seen you take anything like this since we left high school." Stacie scrolls through the pictures.
Beca feels her pride swell in her chest, Stacie never lied when she looked at Beca's pictures, so she knew they were good. Stacie continues going scrolling, nodding her approval.
"Bec, these are great! It looks like someone's getting her groove back." Stacie pokes Beca, as she hands back the laptop.
"Stop it!" Beca laughs, slapping away her hand.

Beca takes back her laptop, wondering if she should show Stacie the other picture she took. She realises that she was really excited about this picture, but absolutely terrified at the same time. There's nothing worse than loving your work so much to have it shot down.
Beca takes a deep breath, "There is one other picture I took. I actually leaned over the railing to take it. Not that I realised I did at first."
"Get out!" Stacie smirks, in mock disbelief, "The Beca Mitchell I know wouldn't do something so reckless."
"You know how you're always telling me taking a risk could lead me to a picture of a lifetime?" Beca says ignoring her friend's comments.
"Yes, I think I say it so often I probably mumble it in my sleep." Stacie sasses, earning her a punch in the arm.
"Stacie! I'm serious…I think I got something like that." She mumbles the last part, suddenly self-conscious about the picture.
"Really?" Stacie asks, surprised, she notices how nervous Beca is about this mysterious picture.
"Yeah… I mean.. I don't know if it's good.. but I think it is." She stammers out.

Stacie becomes extremely intrigued, Beca had never had a problem showing Stacie her work. If she was this nervous, it had to be good.
"Ok, well show me!" Stacie exclaims, excited.
Beca takes a deep breath and turns the laptop. Stacie's eyes widen in surprise, it wasn't what she was expecting. It was way better.
"Beca!" She says, in shocked whisper.
"What do you think?" Beca asks, nervously tugging on the end of her own hair.
"This is beautiful!" Stacie says in awe, "Who is she?"
"I don't know, she climbed up there while I was taking photos. She was so free and happy, it was like part of her recklessness transferred on to me. I leaned out over the rail and took the picture." Beca says, blushing a little.

Her admission surprises Stacie even more than the picture. It was rare that Beca felt inspired by people, in fact she mostly avoided them.
"So, she made you feel inspired?" Stacie asks, raising a quizzical eyebrow.
Beca blushes harder, "I guess."
"Beca! That's great!" Stacie playful shoves her in the arm, "You took inspiration from your surroundings! That's what your professors are always telling you to do!"
Beca blinks at Stacie. She was right, it was one thing that her professors had always told her.
"Wow, yeah I guess I did." Beca smiles, proudly, looking down at the beautiful picture.

The two friends fall silent, as they look at the picture together.
"She's gorgeous." Stacie comments, thoughtfully.
"Yeah, she is. I've never seen contentment on someone's face like that before." Beca agrees, "I wish I could be that free in my life."
"I'm not sure Beca Mitchell could handle this much freedom." Stacie laughs, "You might not take shit from people Bec, but you sure as hell wouldn't put your life at risk."
"No, you're right." Beca nods, chuckling.
Beca can't help but smile, it was a feeling she hadn't felt in a long time. The feeling of success, and it wasn't success for a class or an assignment, it was success for herself. She couldn't remember the last time she just went out to take photos for the fun of it.
"Thanks for making me go on this trip." Beca says, sighing.
"What are best friends for?" Stacie throws her arm around Beca, "Which means you get to be a test subject for my next assignment."
Beca groans heavily, "As long as it doesn't involve electricity this time."
"I can't promise that."