With One Note (A Pitch Perfect fanfiction)

Chapter 3-3: With One Note

A/N. (I don't own most of the characters and certain parts of the plot. Courtesy goes to the creative team behind Pitch Perfect.) I'm writing this new BeChloe fic entitled "The Obliteration of Emily Junk." I was hoping you guys could check it out after reading this story.

This is the last chapter, guys! Thank you so much for sticking with Beca and Chloe until the end! Leave reviews! =)

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Chapter 3-3: With One Note

STACIE. This tall woman never liked me. If you scan your eyes at the Bellas, and have your eyes landing on a tall brunette with curves like a Greek goddess, that'd be The Stacie Conrad. You'll get attracted at the very first sight, and I won't blame you for that. I would, however, cut your balls off if you think that her body is the most interesting thing about her. Stacie, behind her mesmerizing eyes and glorious hair, is a woman with dignity and a heart that is secretly knowledgeable of a greater kind of love. You'll see it in the way she treats the people around her. I just hope that Stacie herself knows that. She hides behind one-night stands and no-string flings, thinking that it's all she'll ever have. That's where she's wrong. I know she's been hurt by assholes before, and that caused her to build the walls around her heart. I just hope that she stops depriving herself of good possibilities that she finds love.

We either break up with the person we're in a relationship with, or marry them. Even if she lets the next guy in, and everything ends up in quits, I hope that she'll regret nothing about the real thing they had, despite the hurt that came along. For where there is love, there is pain. And for most of the time, we find ourselves in a gamble of getting miffed for the sake of that thing we crave the most: LOVE. Stacie deserves love just like everyone else in this planet.

-Beca

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DAD. My superhero (next to Mom). (Sorry, she will forever be my number one.) Although I hated it that he had swiftly replaced Mom with Sheila, I loved that ol' folk of mine. It has been a wonderful just-you-and-me-against-the-world type of journey with him, and I love every single second. He's the usual parent: with the alcohol restraints and everything. He always over-concerns himself when it comes to me. I understand why he's like that. I have Sickle Cell Trait and I need extra care. I seem to always brush him off when he lectures me, but just so he knows, I'm aware of what I should be watching out for. Sometimes I do slip out, but I have Jesse as his spy so he really doesn't have to keep an eye on me one hundred percent of the time. His teaching schedule is already hectic and I hate to be a boulder on his way.

I know that Mom's death still hurts him the way it still hurts me. He may never show it, but that's because he is always trying to be strong for me. Dad is not really that strong of a person like my mom and I. He's the weakling, to be honest. He would be rushing me to the hospital in the middle of the night with a composed self, but I know that his heart would be pumping so hard and so fast. He probably figured that I needed a new figure of strength, now that Mom's gone. I know how hard it is to keep a game face even though your heart is failing to keep you erect. I hope he knows, that I appreciate it so much.

-Beca

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AUBREY. I was never in good terms with this blondie, and I don't think we'll ever get along. We had a rough start and every time we talked, it was like World War III. Chloe told me a lot of things about her, and I think that she's a great person... despite her uptight aura.