A/N: This is my first published Pitch Perfect story! I'm hoping to post a bunch of these as oneshots about Beca's tattoos that have been shown on screen and a couple I'm gonna throw in there myself. Chloe's got some tattoo stories to share too, so she's probably gonna get a couple of chapters too. These will be set anywhere between the first movie and the second one, and will not be following any specific order.

Now enough from me, read on and enjoy!

Disclaimer: Everything related to Pitch Perfect belongs to Kay Cannon and the Pitch Perfect crew.

It started like it always did; Beca would be trying to actually get things done, and Chloe would barge in and disrupt her flow.

(Beca lived for these moments, her little procrastinating heart would sob in gratitude at the interruption.)

Today, Chloe finds herself strolling into Beca's room just as the brunette starts pulling at her hair. The redhead decides to halt in the doorway, leaning against it with a smirk as she watches the huge book situated on Beca's face try to devour the tiny Bella's head.

"Hey, Becs. Trying something new?"

She's met with a grunt, then a muffled reply.

"Why isn't learning via osmosis a thing yet? It's the 21st century, I have rights, dammit!"

"Let me guess, it's for your dad's class?"

She's met with more hair pulling and generally disgusted sounds.

"Ugh. He's giving me extra credit. Except he's not actually giving me any credit. And it's more like forcing than giving. Why did I minor in Lit again?"

Pushing off the doorframe, Chloe watches as Beca's book slides off her face, an amused smile playing at the corners of the redhead's lips at the disgruntled pout adorning Beca's features.

"I'm not actually sure. You said something about evening the scale and keeping both parents happy and out of your hair by doing something in both their fields?"

Beca hears the question in Chloe's tone, frowning as a sudden thought occurs to her. She waits until Chloe's made herself at home like she always des before turning to face her, head tilted to the side.

"Y'know, because Mom's a musician? Violinist for the New York Philharmonic?"

Beca can see already big blue eyes get even bigger and she's pretty sure that that should be physically impossible. But the look in Chloe's eyes tells her that she has, indeed, failed to mention this little fact to her best friend. The light smack she receives to the shoulder causes her to wince as she prepares for a Chloe outburst.

"No, I don't know! God, Beca! We've known each other for over a couple of years and now you tell me this? What else don't I know about you?"

The young brunette swallows, slowly shrinking back into the mattress as her redheaded companion narrows her eyes and looks her over. The younger Bella slowly raises her arms, ready to shield herself from any of the violent pillow attacks Chloe's prone to unleashing on her, and inadvertently gives Chloe exactly what she's looking for.

"Aha! What about that? What's the story behind that?"

Beca blinks, timidly lowering her arms and peeking out at Chloe in confusion. The redhead merely rolls her eyes and gestures emphatically at the inside of Beca's right forearm.

Beca blinks, looking down at the ink stained into her skin in the form of a grasshopper.

"It's a tattoo, Chloe."

A pillow smacks her in the face.

She tries again.

"It's a grasshopper tattoo, Chloe-"

Second pillow.

Before she opens her mouth to express her frustration, Chloe cuts in, explaining herself.

"Tattoos have stories, Beca. They're reminders of things, and they're not exactly easy to get. There's always a reason behind getting one – be it a genuine and heartfelt reason for getting it, or a drunken night on the town. Although the latter kind is generally more entertaining, I don't think yours fall under that category."

Beca just sits there, her lips slightly parted as she listens to Chloe get philosophical about ink. After she raises an eyebrow, an amused smirk setting into place, Chloe just rolls her eyes, continuing.

"They're a part of who you are, the reasons you got them must have had a big enough impact on you for you to go and etch a permanent reminder into your skin – a painful reminder might I add. There's just so much I don't know about you, Mitchell. You've got so many layers, you're like an onion."

"You totally got that from Shrek, didn't you? You are a huge nerd."

"Hey, I'm not the self-proclaimed movie loather that actually understood that reference. Who's really the nerd here, Becs?"

After a beat of silence and an intense staring contest, Chloe's penetrating baby blues win, and Beca is settling back against the headboard with a huff. She lets out another overly annoyed and exaggerated (playful) huff when Chloe excitedly bounces in her place twice before scrambling over to sit shoulder to shoulder with the brunette with absolutely no care about all the books and pens she scatters in her wake.

She does, however, look horrified when she almost sends Beca's laptop to the ground, her Bella co-captain glaring poisonous daggers the entire time as they both scramble to grab hold of it.

Needless to say, Chloe keeps still and silent, not pushing her luck at the moment by prodding Beca to start her story.

"My cousin Julian and I used to go to Central Park as kids every weekend with Mom and Aunt Elliot. And every weekend we were on a mission to catch grasshoppers."

Chloe make a face as she turns her head to look Beca in the eyes.

"Ew, Beca. You actively sought out grasshoppers? You were a total tomboy, weren't you?"

"Shush you. Besides, you have a thing for ladybugs, they're insects too."

"Yeah, but they're adorable insects."

"Do you want to hear the story or not, Red?"

Chloe makes a zipper motion across her lips at that and gives Beca her full attention again.

"Where was I? Oh, right. Our moms would roll their eyes whenever they'd spot us crouched and ready to pounce, and they'd shriek in terror when we came back after a successful hunt.

Over the years, that became our thing. Whenever we needed to blow off some steam or one of us was upset about something, we'd make plans and head to Central Park. We even had to sneak each other out on some occasions.

A few months before my graduation, Aunt Elliot's husband got this promotion – in San Francisco. Julian and I were about to be separated indefinitely so we decided to go on one last, insane, grasshopper hunt. The final result of that hunt was him and me, seated in Joshua's – my tattoo artist – shop, getting matching tattoos of grasshoppers."

The redhead beams at Beca as she finishes her story.

"That's really cute, Becs. And it explains that time during Bellas rehearsal when you expertly caught that grasshopper that was jumping around the hall and almost causing Aubrey to blow chunks."

The nostalgia that had crept into Beca's voice as she told the story comes to an abrupt stop as the DJ scowls.

"I am badass, Red, not cute. Take it back."

Snorting, Chloe just waves Beca off and starts groping herself in the hopes of finding her phone.

"You are totes cute. I even snuck a picture of you that day in the rehearsal. You had this smile on yo-"

She doesn't get to finish that sentence because she's suddenly pinned down on top of the bed by a tiny yet surprisingly strong frame. Expert fingers begin flying at her sides, mercilessly tickling her.

"Take it back, Red! Call me a badass and we'll call it even."

Shrieking in laughter, all Chloe gets out is a breathless, "Never!" which only serves to spur Beca on further.

What Beca didn't count on, however, is the counter attack by the redhead who rolls them over… right onto the floor where Chloe lands painfully on top of Beca.

Dropping her head onto Beca's shoulder to muffle her laughter, the co-captain shakily asks if the younger Bella is okay, to which she receives a pained groan, igniting her giggles once more and making the ginger shake uncontrollably on top of Beca.

It was this compromising situation that Fat Amy walks into, yelling something about having "called it!" and turns to leave the two very confused captains alone – her voice trailing after her as she takes the stairs down two at a time.

"Use protection!"