Hey guys! :D SO I recently saw Pitch Perfect, and I have to say... It was PERFECT. I HAD to do a Fanfic of it. :) Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

Beca's eyelids fluttered open as she awoke to sunlight streaming through her open window. She jumped up, flung off the covers, and practically leaped out of her bed, causing a huge boom to resound through the house. She cringed at the noise, realizing that she never does that, because she had never been the 'happy' type before meeting the Bellas and Jesse.

The thought of seeing him again for the first time in ages produced an ear-to-ear grin on her face, which she wore as she walked into her bathroom. She took a quick shower and brushed her teeth, not bothering to put on any make-up. She threw her hair into a messy bun, but her hand got caught in a tangle, causing her to pull on a chunk of hair. She instantly released her hand and opened her mouth in a silent cry. Her dad stumbled out of his bedroom, still in his boxers.

"Beca?" he called out sleepily. "What are you doing up? It's…" he paused, walked back into his room, and emerged moments later, "6:24 in the morning. Why aren't you still in bed?"

"I, erm… I was going to… get an early start back to Barden?" she tried, and he nodded. He reentered his room without any further questioning, and Beca didn't hear anything else out of him that morning.

She threw on some sweatpants and a t-shirt, grabbed her bag, and crept down the stairs as quietly as she could. She didn't want any more run-ins with her parents. They would probably become suspicious if they confronted her while they were actually more than half-awake.

Of course she wasn't going to get an early start back to school. She was actually going to her old high school. It was a random act, and she wasn't quite sure why she wanted to, but there was this nagging voice in the back of her head that was basically screaming at her to go there. So she just decided to listen to it.

Her '98 Honda Civic sat in her narrow driveway, begging to be washed. She hadn't driven it in almost 2 weeks, because she hadn't really left the house at all during her summer break. All of her close friends were made at Barden, which she just came to realize.

"Wow. I need to grow a social life." she thought out loud as she unlocked her car. When she sat down in the seat and leaned back into the cloth that she had grown to know and love, she sighed.

'This is my second year in college. Already. It seems like I'm leaving for the first time all over again.' she thought, and she was almost saddened. She'd be a senior in two years. Then what? She shook her head, not wanting to think of the inevitable.

She turned the key in the ignition, turned up her radio, and pulled out of the driveway, heading for her high school. Her head was a blur of thoughts. Thoughts of the Bellas, the Treblemakers, Jesse, the finals last year, Jesse, how fast her college experience has flown, Jesse.

'Wow.' she thought. 'I really do like that boy. Like a lot. Like more than I've liked anyone, ever.'

A slight smile formed on her lips, but it faded. Because her thoughts were absolutely correct. A year ago, she would never have guessed that the guy that she had first seen singing on her first day, who had turned out to be this annoying, nosey, movie addict, would have made such a large impression on her. She bit her lip.

'He's just a really sweet guy who likes me. And I like him back. Why am I so scared about this whole thing?' These thoughts persisted in her head until she turned into the parking lot of the place where she had spent so much of her life. Four whole years, to be exact.

Memories flooded into her head as she took in the landmarks that she was and had been so familiar with. It was almost like looking into another dimension. She saw the table where one of the meanest girls in school had been pelted with water balloons on the last day of school by a group of kids that she had tormented. She saw the curb where she had almost made a connection with Jimmy Felts, when he had missed the bus.

Beca was walking to her car after school one afternoon, and she heard the sound of small sobs. Like the sobs that come only after crying for an extended period of time. The source of the noise was discovered to be Jimmy, a freshman who was a quiet kid. He was brilliant, and was like Beca in that he loved music, and was reserved in it.

She had walked over to him, and sat down beside him.

"What's wrong?" she had asked, and he looked at her, adjusting his square-framed glasses and wiping his nose on his sleeve.

"N-nothing." he had responded, and she gave him a knowing look. "Okay," he gave in, "I missed the bus…"

"You missed the bus? That's why you're cr-?" Beca started, but she was cut off.

"…On purpose." he said, and he had gone into a huge story of how his home was dysfunctional and how he wanted to run away from home. After enduring his story, Beca told him about her family troubles as well, and he seemed to calm down a little. Beca managed to convince him to go home, and if it didn't go well, to come back to her. He had never come back.

Beca shook her head and walked into the school auditorium, which was always kept unlocked. This was one of her major hang-outs besides her room during her high school years. She sat down of the edge of the stage, remembering how she would always come here when the school was abandoned and just sing her heart out. She learned basically everything she knew on her own, and this room had given her a great space to practice.

The smile returned, and she sighed, remembering the good feelings that would always come with this room.

"Who could have guessed that this room would lead to basically the last year of my life?" she asked no one in particular. When a voice behind her answered, she jumped.

"Me."

Thanks for reading guys! :D I'll be sure to update more frequently than I have been! Review if you want to! It makes me feel special. :)