Chapter 10 A 'Who Done It' Part 2

The leaves under their feet crunched slowly, softly. It didn't seem to make any sense to Beca that whoever was outside of their tent was suddenly gone. Surely they would have heard this phantom LEAVE. Perhaps she was too wound up. She had lost her sanity by this point. Her eyes were almost bloodshot as she crept around the perimeters of the tent that her and Chloe just made love in.

"I don't see anyone, do you?" Chloe whispered.

"Of course not. Of course I don't see anyone. That would be too easy." Beca shot back.

"You are really worked up!" Chloe said, somewhat incredulously.

"I'm sorry, Chloe. But you don't find this completely terrifying? No, not even that, just wrong?"

"Was someone like stalking you? I'm still a little lost in this whole…new world you have introduced me to. Did you kill someone?"

Beca stopped instantly. She didn't even think about how incredibly wild she must have been behaving. If Chloe truly didn't know what was going on, then she needed to help the girl out, rather than taking her new girlfriend—were they official? Well, her new gal…out on a manhunt.

Beca buried her face in her hands. She didn't know what to say. She was wired, wound up, angry, yet grateful. She just needed to know who seemed to be toying with her. Perhaps she would kill them, perhaps she would kiss them for pushing her towards true happiness—and that happiness was wrapping her arms around Beca's waist now. That happiness planted small kisses on the back of her neck. That happiness held her for a moment. Beca felt her body relax, and melt into the taller girl behind her.

Before Beca was about to turn and explain exactly what had been going on to her amazing comforting Chloe—she paused.

"Wait. Where is everyone?"

"I thought we were looking for—"

"No. No, no. The party. Everyone was out here, remember? They were so loud. I was listening to them in the tent."

No one was in sight—as we established. But this seemed incredibly eerie.

"Maybe they all went back to the lodge?" Chloe said.

Beca moved forward instantly. She was on a new mission. Or perhaps continuing the same one, but you get the idea.

Chloe followed her close behind. They didn't have to travel far to reach the lodge. Once there, Beca bust open the door and stormed in. Chloe darted in the door as well. Both girls were suddenly struck with the remaining Bella's, all staring at them.

"All right. Who was out there!" Beca demanded, her eyes just as wide as they were before.

"What are you talking about? We were all outside?" Jessica said quietly.

"Oh really?" Beca shot back.

"Y-you were too?" She countered.

Beca moved across the room to Jessica and stared directly at her.

"Yes, I was. Why did you eavesdrop on me and Chloe's conversation? Got something to own up to?"

"What is going on?" Cynthia Rose chimed in.

"We were tired from the party? We came in to slow things down?" Ashley said, placing her hand over Jessica's middle, trying to somehow protect her from the rabid DJ.

"Baby—"

"Wait, baby? Aw hell, did you two finally get together?!" Cynthia Rose blurted out.

"MAYBE. MAYBE NOT. Why do you ask?" Beca shouted, turning her direction to Cynthia Rose.

"Aw hell girl calm down! You two like each other. Your toners are in our faces every damn day!"

"They're pretty vivid toners. And like, visual." Fat Amy said, nodding.

"—Chloe also just called you baby. But you know whatever, that's cool. I wish I was called that sometimes, you know?" Emily said quietly.

"Okay Em. We get it." Chloe said, in a snarky tone.

"Hey, easy Chlo." Beca pointed over to her. Like the puppy Chloe is, she nodded and looked down.

"Yeah, you hooked up!" Fat Amy chimed in. "It's not like we couldn't hear it. You were pretty loud, and I have heard my fair share of romps."

Everyone seemed to turn around and stare at Fat Amy on that one. No one seemed to be able to say anything though. After quite a beat, Beca glazed over the entire room.

"What's your deal, short-stack?" Fat Amy asked aloud.

"My name is Beca Mitchell, and I write Fan Fiction." Beca crossed her arms, looking around the room. She shrugged, and continued.

"Yes. That's right. It started recently. It started quickly. I never asked for this—"

"—Oh damn." Cynthia Rose said quietly.

"—but I am living with it. And it's hard. It's been hard. It's been draining most nights."

"Fan Fiction?" Flo asked quietly.

"—YES. That very thing." Beca fired back.

She took a few steps back and continued her grand speech.

"I love it. I crave it. I find myself scrolling through it late at night. I get angry when I cannot update my chapters. I am constantly thinking about how to continue my story."

"—What story?" Emily asked, growing excited somehow.

"Let her finish." Chloe said unexpectedly.

Beca turned and looked at Chloe as a means to snap at her, or calm her down from constantly attacking Emily. However this time, Chloe wasn't glaring at Emily, she was looking at Beca. She was looking at Beca with soft eyes. Somewhat hopeful, expectant eyes.

"I was writing a story about love." Beca said, changing her demeanor, staring at Chloe in return. "I didn't know it at the time; however my Fan Fiction was a way for me to hide. It was a way for me to express myself—not knowing how to in the real world. It was everything I was going through, realizing I was in love with my best friend."

Jessica and Ashley hugged each other, feeling the feels, watching Beca and Chloe look at each other.

"I thought I had to date Jesse. I thought I was doing my part. I thought it would be easier. But I don't know…something about writing this out has gotten me to the point where I want to strive for the romance I write. The romance I want for a certain red head."

Beca winked at Chloe.

"Was your work well-received?" Cynthia Rose asked quietly.

Beca snapped back into scrappy-mode.

"Oh. You want to know if it was well-received?" She asked, tension-rising in her voice.

"With those kinds of things, it's like on the internet, right? People can like write reviews or some shit? Are you a good writer?"

"—She's all right." Aubrey chimed in, with her arms crossed. The whole room turned to her.

"Bree, you read Fan Fiction?" Chloe asked slowly.

There was a pause. A moment of complete silence. Everyone was either confused or drunk. They all furrowed their eyebrows and questioned this.

"I am my father's daughter. It's like he always said...if two people love each other and cannot find their way—stalk one of them, create a fake login ID, and figure out how to manipulate them online—forcing and bending their Will-allowing them to come to terms and accept that they are gay for the other."

There was a brief pause as Aubrey smiled and took a breath, nodding.

"And I think you all know what I mean." She finished.

"I don't…" Fat Amy said into the abyss.

"And stalking tents isn't out of the question either. Though I may need to burn my ears. It's effective."

What the fuck.

"So you've been reading my story, all this time?" Beca asked, in a daze.

"Well after canceling that Sunday rehearsal, I had to get started on helping my best friend get hers, you know? If you were too oblivious, I had to make things happen. You sucked in rehearsal. I can't have that happen with the Bellas." Aubrey shrugged. Chloe smiled in return.

"I'm pretty sure I'm going to pass out." Beca said, instantly realizing how embarrassing this was. Aubrey knew this entire time? Followed the story? Relentless. She knew how her best friend Chloe worked.

"You inspire each other, and I think that's what we can take away from this, Mitchell." Aubrey said, matter-o-factly. "Don't have a cow."

"But wait, how did you know it was Beca's story?" Cynthia Rose asked.

"Her username is MitchelltheDJ47...so there's that." Aubrey said, yawning.

Beca face-palmed. She was so new to this-you guessed it-it hurt.

"And if she would have updated more consistently, and added more smut, it would have been a lot better…" Stacie added.

"…But I mean it was pretty good."