Luke was at the harbour fixing the yacht for tomorrow's activity when Beca approached him with two bottles of beer. He smirked as he caught the bottle that Beca's flung at him.

"Good catch, mate."

He uncapped the bottle with his teeth and took a gulp. The cold beverage flowed down his throat and instantly cooled him down. Wiping his mouth and the side of his head, he sat down on the edge of his yacht with his legs dangling above the cool lagoon.

"It's late, Beca. Why aren't you in bed?"

"Why aren't you in bed, Luke?"

The two best friends smiled at each other and continued their banter whilst enjoying their beer.

Meanwhile…

"You've been staring at her for a long time. It's rude to stare, you know?"

"It's not rude to stare at someone's back, Aub. Besides, I'm not staring."

"You just admitted you are, Chlo. So what's up with you two?"

"Nothing."

Aubrey walked up to the red-head and saw her sketchbook in her hand. Chloe has been sketching before Aubrey return from her shower. The blonde quirked an eyebrow at the sketch and waited expectantly. Chloe saw and decided to ignore her friend.

"Chloe." Aubrey chided, crossing her arms in front of her chest and pouting.

"Fine. I'm not sure either. Beca's…" she motioned around with her arms, "… Nice." She gave up finding the right word.

"That's it?"

"Yeah. Look, Aubrey - she's just a friend."

"A friend whom you are making a sketch of." She retrieved the book from her friend's grasp. "A very good sketch too."

Chloe blushed and made a grab of her book. She quickly clutched it in her chest and refused to let Aubrey have another look. "Aubrey, I'm a mess. I can't do this. Not to myself, and definitely not to her. They're getting married, let's not forget that."

The blonde threw a glance over at Beca who was still engaged in a seemingly deep conversation with Luke. She remembered her previous walk with Luke and shook her head sadly. "Chloe…"

"No, stop. I think I know where you're going but as far as I know, even if Beca could mean something, I am still not over Stace. You know that. What kind of a person would I be if I jumped Beca now when I'm still so hung over my ex?" Teardrops welled at her eyes as memories start to fill her mind again.

"Chlo, what are you thinking?" Aubrey sat down on the large windowsill and pulled the crumbling red-head into a tight embrace, rocking her back and forth.

"Both of them. Aub, I can't get rid of Stace's happy face - that face that was all lit-up at her wedding that day. I just can't and it's so hard! But Beca… I keep seeing that silly smirk of hers too. I kept remembering the feeling of her arms around me and her soft voice that has comforted me so much. What am I supposed to do?"

Aubrey looked at her friend sadly, not knowing what to say. She knew that Stacie was definitely a no-go for Chloe; that part of her was well over. On the other hand, she knew it wouldn't be fair to the DJ should the two pursue any form of relationship now; the red-head has been hurt so badly, her heart was still in shreds. Taking in Beca now might mean purging her later. The blonde wasn't even sure how far in her best friend could take the brunette, or whether her heart could even hold another now.

After a few moments of hugging and sniffling, Chloe pulled herself away from Aubrey. She took the sketchbook in her hands and tore away the page that she was working at. Aubrey let out an audible gasp as the ripping of the page resonated around the room.

Chloe crumbled the piece of paper and threw it behind her, wrapping herself in Aubrey's embrace yet again and finding herself drifting off as sleep takes over.

Meanwhile, back at the lagoon…

"Luke, if I ask you something, would you give me a truthful answer?" Luke frowned and turned to look at the brunette. "Even if you know it will hurt me?" He nodded.

"I'll be a rebound, won't I?" He nodded again. Beca sighed.

The blonde smiled warily at his best friend before ruffling her head. Beca growled in response.

"Don't you give up, mate." Beca blinked at his words and shrugged before taking a gulp of her beer.

"Luke, do you think we should still go ahead with the wedding?"

Luke set his empty bottle on the floor next to him and took Beca's half-finished one. He took a swish and made a face at the lukewarm liquid before setting the bottle down next to the other. He ran his hands through his blonde crop and laid down on the floor of his yacht.

"Lukie..." she pushed.

"It's your father's wish, Becs."

"But not ours. Won't you want to-"

"-we've discussed this at lengths already, B. I'm tired of it. I just want it over and done with." Beca sneered at his words.

"But you're the one who crashed the first two."

"No," Luke sat up and pulled his shirt down, having it ride up his back when he laid down earlier, "Jesse and I did."

"You did it to spite your dad."

"And we saw what happened to him. Two-"

"-bypasses. I know."

"I love my dad, Becs."

"I love mine too."

The blonde smiled warmly at his best friend and pulled her into a side-hug. Beca relished in the warmth of his arm and closed her eyes. The lagoon was now completely still; the overcast of the moon shot across the waters and lit up their faces with its pale shine. Beca untangled herself from Luke and laid down on the yacht's polished wooden floor. Her eyes lost in the stars above, trying to make out the constellations that she could remember.

Luke took the caps in his hand and started skipping one across the water. He watched it skip three times before disappearing into the lagoon. "I knew what you'd wished for, B." Beca threw him a glance before turning back to her stargazing. The blonde flexed his arm and readied himself with the second cap. Beca's voice stopped him in mid-throw.

"How's Jesse dealing with it?"

"He was amused when Chloe crashed it the third time. He thought it was my idea, but it wasn't. I was fully prepared to have you as my lawful wife, Becs." Luke made a face as he emphasized the last four words. Beca laughed and slapped the side of his body with the back of her hand.

"So what happened?"

"He wasn't happy at first, but we've-"

"-sorted it out." A mellow voice floated through the air as the two friends spun around to see Jesse standing behind them with a small smile on his face. He squatted down behind Luke who immediately leaned back into Jesse's arms.

"Becs, this marriage meant a lot for the both of you, and I'm not about to be the villain here to take away or destroy what will make my best friends feel at peace."

Beca found herself cradling the brunette's face as he said those words, knowing that he truly meant them. "Jesse… Jesse. How about your perfect movie ending?"

"Oh come on. As long as Luke's with me," he said softly, looking into the blonde's eyes and finding himself lost in those bright green orbs.

"… Everything would be perfect." Luke completed the sentence and rested his forehead against Jesse's.

The three of them stayed like that in silence, enjoying each other's company for a while longer before calling it a night. When they got back to the house, they found it empty and a note on the table. Luke saw it first and quietly passed it to Beca.

"Becs," he started, making her look up mid-letter. "That red-head's special, isn't she?"

Beca didn't reply and continued reading the letter written by Aubrey. The blonde has carried her sleeping friend into the beetle and made their way home. She thanked them for their generous hospitality and promised to keep in contact - leaving her contact number behind on the small white piece of paper. Beca smiled sadly, shook her head and retreated to her room.

When she walked in, she saw an envelope addressed to her lying on her bed. She frowned, vaguely remembering that she didn't make her bed that morning. Sitting down on the now well-made bed, she opened the letter and saw the familiar, perfectly-penned handwriting.

Beca,

I know our departure is sudden and unexpected. It's also probably unwarranted, but I wanted to make sure. I'm not entirely sure how you feel towards Chloe but I have the duty to make sure she stays unhurt. That includes keeping you from her - because hurting you would hurt her too. She's not sure now but I am. I'm truly sorry and I apologize on Chloe's behalf too. Let her get over this first, Beca. Let her get herself ready and together again. She's worth it, I promise you.

And Posens keep their promises.

PS look around your room. I have half the mind to help you clean it but I ran out of time. Chloe's sketched something and I want you to see it. It'll explain some things. I've left my card in the envelop just in case you need to contact us. Take care, Beca.

Beca threw the letter on her bed and started ransacking her room. It didn't take her long to find a ball of crumbled-up paper. She slowly unfolded the paper, taking in a sharp breath when she saw the sketch.

It was a picture of her holding Chloe at the lagoon that night.

Half a year later…

"… And that's the latest single from our favorite DJ Mitch B! Titled "Crash and Burn", she once mentioned in an exclusive interview with our station that this song is a declaration of her desire for someone."

"Ooh, really? Do you think she meant Luke O'Brien, Fat Amy?"

"I'm not sure, Bumper. She also did say that the song is based on a story where two strangers meet through a heartbreak - like a crash, and then a new love blossoms like the burning of a newly kindled fire."

"… That's really deep, Fat Amy. In any case, I'm sure our audience would love to know that the wedding of the century is now taking place at the DJ's beach-house!"

"Yes! Luke O'Brien and DJ Mitch B are finally tying the knot - again. After three epic wedding crashes, Luke has been alleged to claim that the fourth's one the charm. Let's hope he's finally righ-"

Zap!

"Hey! I'm listening to the radio!" Chloe grumbled, swatting Aubrey's hand away from her car stereo as she maneuvered her beetle past a familiar stretch of shophouses. A blue-green lagoon slowly appeared at the end of the street.

"I'm just making sure you don't crash anything, Chlo. Keep your eyes on the road, woman!"

Chloe's cheeks flushed red at Aubrey's words. "I'm not going to crash anything this time, Bree." she said quietly. The blonde turned around at the red-head's use of her other nickname; her heart softened instantly as she caught the sheen of sadness over those light blue eyes.

"It's okay…" She squeezed her friend's arm, "we'll reach there in time."

A while later…

"… forever." Luke beamed again at his veiled bride.

The minister looked around the wedding hall and waited.

When nothing happened, he quickly pronounced the two husband and wife. As both families rushed to their sides with ecstasy written clearly on their faces - especially Luke's father's, both of them knew this was the right decision. Luke turned around to look at his brunette best man who gave him a double thumbs-up and a wide goofy grin. The blonde returned the smile and silently gestured to him that they'll meet later. Jesse nodded his understanding.

The crowd finally died down and returned to their seats. Luke held out his arm and Beca gingerly grabbed it. As they paced their way down the aisle, the brunette frantically searched the hall for those eyes that she's been yearning to see for the past six months.

Nearing the end of their first march as a wedded couple, Beca was ready to give up. As she turned to look at Luke, she saw a flash of red in the crowd at the back; she stopped walking.

The thunderous clapping and cheers were drowned out as her world became silent. Everything else slowed to a still and faded into the background as Beca found herself once again lost in those light blue orbs;

Later that evening…

Beca watched the rest of the wedding unfold from the patio near the lagoon. The setting sun casted its final glow on the guests, illuminating their faces. Everyone seemed happy and oblivious. Beca smirked at the thought. Her navy eyes slowly drifted from one dancing couple to the other, resting finally on a blonde and a brunette. The two of them held each other by the arms and were whispering to each other, moving slowly to the rhythm of the music.

They've finally reached the end of their bargain, and now they're free to love. At that moment, Luke turned and locked eyes with his best friend, flashing his widest grin she'd ever seen. She nodded her congratulations and silently urged him to return his attention to his lover; he didn't. Instead, Luke started to motion by quirking his head and frowning slightly.

"Huh? What?" Beca mouthed, not understanding.

"I think he meant, turn and look at me."

Beca spun so quickly she could hear the neck crack, and what she saw took her breath away. The red-head, dressed in a sapphire blue sundress with her auburn locks pulled up into a messy bun, leaned against the railing and smiled. Beca felt her lips quivering and curling upwards as she took in the sight. Chloe took the chance to move closer; the brunette could feel her breath on her cheeks and started to fluster.

"He- Hey... I-"

"You really made that song."

"Ye- Yeah… I do what I say, so…"

Chloe leaned forward and closed the gap between the two. Her lips resting on the shorter woman's flushed cheek for a few long moments.

"Thank you."

Beca smiled shyly and as she looked up, she saw Luke and Jesse nodding their encouragement. "Go on, B!" the blonde mouthed.

She looked back down at both their hands and back up at Chloe's face - those light blues are still fixed on her own navy ones. She gasped when she felt the red-head close her fingers over her own, firmly holding on to her. Beca felt her heart fluttered and swelled as Chloe gently tugged her along for the same walk on the patio; her eyes not leaving their linked hands.

She's finally free to love again.