Since the night that she had her talk with Aubrey, Beca has kept her distance from Chloe. She still remained cordial and gave the appropriate responses when she was talked to, but other than that, she has not said a word. What could she say? She had finally come to the realization that she was in love with her best friend. Her best friend who's heart she had shattered. Her best friend who refuses to give her the time of day. Not that she blamed her. Especially with what she knew now, she doesn't blame Chloe for shutting her out. If she did to herself what she did to Chloe, she would be completely heartbroken.

Beca couldn't believe she hadn't realized earlier how much in love with Chloe she was. How did it take so long for her to realize it. Now that she was aware of her feelings, everything has become so clear. Chloe is the epitome of sunshine. Every time she sees Chloe, it seems like the day had just gotten a bit more brighter. Chloe is so beautiful too. Her beauty can rival Aphrodite. Okay, that was cheesy. Beca had to admit, but it was true. Chloe had to be one of the most beautiful women she has ever known. And she knows Stacy Conrad, Jessica Smith, and Aubrey Posen. But her favorite thing about the redhead was how she made others feel. For Beca, Chloe always made Beca feel loved and wanted. With everything happening between her parents, and her rocky relationship with her father, Beca had become a loner. She was comfortable that way. She thought she didn't need anyone. Then a redhead had entered her shower, and everything had changed. Chloe literally barged into her life and made her feel wanted. She broke through her walls like they were air, and invaded her space like they had been friends forever. The funny thing is that Chloe is still the only one Beca will let into her personal space. And does she break personal space. They have cuddled, spooned, and literally slept together (literally just sleep). God, Beca was an idiot. How had she not realized sooner. Chloe is her lifeline, and she has been all but dead without her.

"Beca!" Aubrey's angry voice breaks her out of her musings. She turns to focus back into the group and sees everyone looking at her. "Would you wake up and pay attention? Get your ass over here."

Seeing everyone line up for the rehearsal, Beca quickly jumps up and runs to Jesse's side, shaking her head at his concerned look. She doesn't know why people hold rehearsals. All they do is literally walk down the isle and say I do. How hard is it?

Sighing, Beca barely tunes in when the minister goes through the script, nodding along, and gives a half-assed attempt at her parts. Looking across from her, Beca looks up at Chloe. She is so beautiful. Chloe is wearing a nice, but simple, green dress. She is smiling along with the proceedings, as her hair shines in the sunlight.

God, Beca thinks, I'm getting fucking cheesy.

Whatever it'll take, Beca was going to make this right. Even if she may never get the chance to be with Chloe (knock on wood), she needs to make this right. She just needs Chloe in her life.

Ugh, she keeps staring at me. Chloe thinks. Chloe knows she should still be angry and hurt about what had happened, but the longer she spends with Beca, she is finding that it is getting harder and harder for her to remain mad. They have been around each other for 9 days already. Tomorrow is the wedding. Since the big blowup at the beginning of the trip, they had barely talked to one another. Unless they need to talk or respond to something, they don't say a word to each other, and almost just avoid each other completely. When they are in their room, they do avoid each other completely. They separate every night to their side of the bed and remain there so that they may never touch. She doesn't want to admit it, but she feels so cold when they sleep like that. They used to cuddle and spoon each other all of the time, but now they can't even bear to touch each other.

Since the big blow up, something has changed. Chloe realizes that. It almost seems like Beca is avoiding her at all cost, but at times like this, Chloe can always feel and see Beca staring at her. But the expression that she wears is one that Chloe can't recognize. She knows all of Beca's expressions like the back of her hand, but she has never seen Beca look at her the way she is now. And that scares her because the expression Beca is wearing, resembles one very strong emotion, but Chloe can't go there. She can't think like that because she can't let herself believe it is true. Even though deep down in her heart she wishes it was.

She has to admit to herself that she's tired. She's tired of fighting. She's tired of being angry. She's just tired. She's tired of keeping herself away from Beca. As much as she doesn't want to admit it, she's missed her. She's missed her best friend. Looking at her now, she sees her laugh at something Jesse says, but she can tell her heart isn't in it. She catches her sneaking looks at her, but she holds the eye contact. Looking at her now, she vows to really try. Try to forgive Beca, try to move on, and try to change.

The rehearsal is finally over, they had the dinner, and they are finally back in their rooms. Tomorrow is the wedding. This is it. This is her last night with Chloe, and she doesn't know what to do. She knows that she definitely wants to make things up to her, but at the same time, she feels like she should give her space. What she did was fucked up, and she knows it was unforgivable. Before she can continue in her musings, she feels a gentle hand on her shoulder, and turns around to face the face of her thoughts.

"Can we talk?" Chloe asks quietly. She has never heard Chloe sound so quiet. Quiet in the sense of soft. She sounds vulnerable. Nodding silently, Beca takes a seat on the bed and waits patiently. She needs to let Chloe take the lead on this.

"I-Beca-Well-" Chloe huffs out a breath frustrated. Taking a breath, she tries again. "Beca, I'm tired. I'm tired of fighting, and I'm tired of trying to be mad."

Beca sits up straighter at these words. Does this mean..? No way, she can't have forgiven her already.

"I can't stay mad at you. These past couple of days, we have barely said a word to each other, let alone interact, and I have to admit that I hate it. I hate that this is what we have become. Today, I had to tell myself that I was mad because I wasn't feeling it. And I just can't do it anymore."

"Does-Does this mean you forgive me?" Beca asks softly, almost hesitantly.

Chloe looks down at her hands and bites her lower lip. "No. I know you wish I said otherwise, but I'm sorry." Beca nods forlornly. She's disappointed, but she understands. "I can't forgive you..not yet. But that doesn't mean I don't want to try."

Chloe slowly walks over and takes a seat next to Beca on the bed.

"I want to try Beca. I want us to try and repair this broken friendship. I would say start fresh, but I can't do that. I can't do that because that would mean forgetting everything that has happened between us, and I don't want that. You were my best friend Beca, and you have gotten to know me at my ups and downs. Same with myself knowing you. If we started fresh, I feel like we would have to forget all of that, and I can't do that."

"I guess what I'm trying to get at is, I want us to try and continue where we left off. Before all of the shit that went down. I know that we can't just jump in exactly where we left off, but I want us to try. We can ease into how we used to be. That means, I will try to hug you every time I see you, I will try to talk openly with you, I will try to be your best friend. Because, again, as much as I don't want to admit it, you are mine Beca. You always have been. And I would really hope we can get back to that."

Beca looks at Chloe for a few moments. She can tell she's being truthful about her intentions, but a part of Beca is hesitant. Not because she doesn't want to, because of course she does. She's hesitant because she's scared this might not work.

"Chloe, there's nothing more I want than to have you back in my life. I truly do. But I have to be honest. I'm scared. And I know, out of the two of us, I should have no right to feel scared. I was the one who hurt you. But I am. I'm scared, because I'm scared this might not work. I'm scared I have ruined us permanently. I'm scared that even though you are going to try and forgive me, you may never be able to."

"Look Beca, I'm not going to lie. I don't know if I will ever be able to forgive you, but I promise I will try. Okay? I promise you. And you know that when I promise something, I try my hardest. But, I have learned that being scared shouldn't hold you back from what you want most. If anything, the feeling of being scared should tell you that you should try even harder because it means that it'll be worth it even more in the end. I want to try Beca. Do you?"

Who was Beca kidding? There was no way she was gonna pass up the opportunity to bring Chloe back into her life.

"Yeah Chlo. I want to try. And I know that I've said it many times, but I feel like I gotta say it again. I'm so so-"

Chloe stops her with a gentle hand on her shoulder and a shake of the head.

"No. Stop. I don't want to hear any more apologies. I know you're sorry Beca. It won't change anything, and there's nothing to do about it now. Let's just move on, and start from here on out? Like I said, it won't be easy, and you'll have to be patient with me. There will be times when I may feel a little more hostile towards you than other days, but I'll try my best. Just, please be patient with me."

Nodding, Beca gave a soft smile and bit her lip nervously. If she was being honest, she really wanted to hug Chloe right now. Before everything went to shit, she would just grab and hug her already. But because of everything and their unfortunate history, Beca was very hesitant to do the same. Chloe, noticing Beca fidgeting, smiled softly and let out a gentle laugh. She knew Beca, and she knew what Beca was warring with in her mind. She could honestly say she felt the same. She was nervous for it, but she really did want to hug her too. It has been so long.

Smiling, she gently pulls Beca towards her and wrapped her arms around her waist, as Beca does the same. Both women think of how much they have missed this small, but meaningful, act. Beca leans her head softly against Chloe as she tightens her arms a bit. Turning her head, she gets a small whiff of coconut and vanilla. Chloe's shampoo. It makes Beca even more emotional because it is Chloe's scent. Feeling Chloe's arms around her, and smelling her shampoo, Beca feels like a giant weight has been lifted off her shoulders. How she has taken this long to realize that this was exactly where she wants to be. In Chloe's arms. Chloe is home. She is now home.