Author's Note: Hello, I have a few chapters of this planned, thus meaning updates will hopefully be swift.

She was perfect. Not perfect as in "you're turning me on," perfect. But perfect as in, "you could trample me in Christian Louboutin heels and I would fucking pay you," perfect. That just goes to show how fucking deep into the love hole the small DJ was at that precise moment in time. She wouldn't admit it. Never in a state of intoxication or while riding a high would she admit the fact she actually had a heart, because - let's face it - Aubrey Posen would never let her live it down. She wasn't a coward, a field mouse hiding from an owl, she was too proud. Even if she did admit it, there was no time left to even act on her feelings, it was graduation in two weeks; they'd all go their separate ways and potentially never speak again - unless Amy made another group chat.

"Beca! Come on, this is their last time here, let's make the most of it." Jesse appeared beside her in the garden, a cup of beer in his hand. "You're blurry." The Treble's captain was leaning against the doorframe of the French doors that led into the Bella's house. Beca simply nodded before walking past the Treble and finding a free chair as far away from the drunk mosh pit that had formed in the middle of the main living room.

Running a hand through her hair, Beca looked at the dense crowd of drunken bodies. Amy, Lily and Cynthia Rose were doing an expressive dance, Stacie had some guy's face in her breasts, Ashley and Jessica had left before 11pm and Denise was chatting up some girls in a corner. Beca glanced around the room, a pang of worry erupting in her chest. Her co-captains were nowhere to be seen. As her ocean blue eyes darted back and forth between bodies and faces, she eventually locked onto a head of blonde hair in the corner of the room, dancing with the one person at the party who couldn't handle their alcohol; Jesse.

She wasn't jealous, Aubrey was a free person, Aubrey was an independent 21st century woman, Aubrey Rosemary Posen was the toughest person Beca knew, she was - despite being a bitch - one of Beca's closest friends, although she wouldn't dare admit it. The thing that struck her then was the thought of, "I don't even know if that's Aubrey, why am I making assumptions that it's Aubrey?" The senior shook her head before downing the rest of her cup and slamming it onto the coffee table that stood beside her. The taste of 'Amy's Saturday Wake Up' was strong in her mouth, resulting in her pouring a glass of water with shaky hands.

She hadn't even noticed that the glass was overflowing until she felt a jolt against her shoulder, the glass beaker falling into the washing up bowl and settling there, the contents surging out.

"Sorry," the body began washing some spilt alcohol off themselves. Their hands were moved into the sink, but their long, slim arms were encircling the smaller girl's neck. Beca swallowed, not being used to such events, especially when that person is hammered and has no clue what they're doing. "Thanks, come on J."

Jesse's face lit up like a child on Christmas morning when he realised that Santa had come. "I have a nickname!" He let his companion drag him towards the stairs of the house before yelling, "I am the king of campus!"

"That'll be $4.75 please," Beca looked at the mother who was fumbling around in her purse whilst her children swung from the end of the checkout. She tapped her nails on the metal that covered the money compartment, getting more and more impatient with every second that ticked by. Once the woman had handed over a ten dollar bill, the brunette went about getting her $5.25 change, "thank you for shopping at Walmart." She gave the woman her receipt and change and smiled tightly as she walked off. Beca looked around before putting the 'Checkout Closed' sign on the conveyor belt before standing up and walking towards the break room with a bottle of water.

"Shoot me down, but I won't fall, I am titanium..." The petite woman sat down on one of the worn out couches that ran around the edge of the rectangular room. She checked the time on her phone, a picture of her and Aubrey hugging dominated the lock-screen. Sighing, Beca sent a text to her only remaining ex-Bella friend - Chloe.

[12:45] - Hey, heard anything from our favourite friend...?

She sipped from her bottle until the sound of her message alert echoed through the room.

[12:46] Red - Nope, it's been two years Beca, maybe we should give up.

Chloe never gave in, she was always the light at the end of the tunnel. That same tunnel now looking dark and grey. Beca finished the dribbles of water that were clinging to the bottom of her bottle before replying.

[12:47] - But she's your best friend, we can't give up now.

The reply was almost immediate, seeing like the redhead had been typing it for a while.

[12:47] Red - She's gone. Maybe it's time we realised that and actually did something with our lives. Let's face it Becs, if she even gave two shits about us, or about our friendship, she would be here. She wouldn't be on the other side of the bloody country going God-knows-what. She would be here, being our friend. She's moved on and you need to understand that; I don't give a fuck how you felt two years ago, she's Aubrey and you're Beca. People like Aubrey don't wait for people like Beca. Juliet didn't wait for Romeo. It's life, move on.

The redhead's force made Beca recoil, the brunette silently pulling her legs to her chest and holding them dear. Aubrey wasn't like that, Aubrey wasn't the kind of person to just abandon her best friends. The blonde was a good person, but at that moment of time, Beca really found it hard to keep believing that.

"Beca, thank you, for everything." Beca was pulled into a tight embrace by the taller woman, "I hope you make it in Los Angeles, I'll try and visit."

Casting her mind back to that day, that moment, Beca felt nothing but anger boiling in the pit of her stomach. She hadn't made it in L.A, she worked in Walmart, deal with it. The fact that made her even angrier was the realisation that Aubrey never visited, she never text, never phoned. It was as if the pure fact that she had escaped Barden was enough to allow her to not even contact anyone, not even tell them if she arrived at the airport safely.

"Yo Becs, break's over." Beca hated her colleague, not only did the woman look similar to Aubrey from the nose upwards - Aubrey would forever have the most perfect teeth in existence, but she had the exact same first impression as the uptight blonde had taken so long ago.

[12:52] Red - Becs, check instagram, now.

"I know, I know," Beca slid her phone back into her pocket, ignoring the latest text from Chloe, "I'm coming." She stalked past the blonde, making her way through the aisles to the checkout she was assigned to for the day. Sighing, the small brunette slid back onto the chair behind the till, her chocolate brown locks resting on her shoulder as she re-tied her ponytail.

[12:57] Unknown Number - I'm in town, meet me at Club Aussie tonight? It's been a long time, midget.