I am Titanium [Pitch Perfect AU]

Getting High and Losing a Friend

This is gonna be last update for a while!! I apologise. I'm working on a few other BeChloe fics, so... kinda wanna write those, yanno?

This chapter may, or may not, have a trigger warning. I dunno.

Enjoy, you awesome nerds xx

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Getting high has never really been on Beca's bucket list. It was filled with crap like 'travel to Europe', 'climb Mount Everest' and 'beat this stupid cancer'. Now, getting baked with Amy on medicinal marijuana has become part of her daily routine.

Didn't help that they were watching some documentary about sharks; Beca was slightly freaking out.

"I thought the desert was crazy," Amy commented, taking a drag of her spliff, "but the ocean's fuckin' nuts."

"I like the trees," Beca mumbled. Amy wasn't sure if there were trees in the ocean or not, but then again, she wasn't even sure what day it was. "Holy shit!" Beca choked on the smoke that she was inhaling as she watched a great white spring from the water, snout up and teeth bared, taking what she could only assume was a large seal in its jaw.

Amy smacked her palm against her friend's back. "You okay?" she asked, Beca only able to nod her head a couple times, in the middle of a coughing fit. "Put your elbows above your ears," she instructed, demonstrating the action. "It helps you to stop coughing," she clarified when Beca gave her a questionable look.

"No way, dude, you look stupid," Beca said, finally able to breathe properly again.

Just as Amy was about to give some very insightful information [but most likely bullshit considering who we're talking about], there was a knock at the door, and a draft as it was opened.

Jesse.

Beca quickly reached for her beanie on the coffee table and put it on her head.

"I'm just here to pick up my stuff," Jesse said quietly at the blank stares of his ex-girlfriend and her best friend.

"All your crap is already in a box," Beca replied nonchalantly as she altered the hat so it fit snugly against her baldness. Nodding , Jesse began to make his way towards Beca's bedroom before she called out, "outside."

Amy snorted into her joint. "You walked right past it, you moron."

"Right," Jesse said slowly, twiddling with the hem of his jacket. "Then, I guess I'll be on my way." But he didn't budge - just stood there awkwardly, expecting to accept back with open arms. When Beca didn't even so much as look in his direction, he decided to get a move on. That was until he took in a deep breath through his nose. "Are you smoking weed?" he asked incredulously.

"It's medicinal," Beca deadpanned, still not looking at him.

"You got a prescription for that stuff?" Jesse questioned, chuckling lightly, but Beca could tell he was worried.

Amy shook her head. "Nope - I got a prescription for this stuff, Beca was too much of a pussy."

"Well, what  the hell is wrong with you?" Jesse could write an essay on all the things that were wrong with Patricia 'Fat Amy' Hobart.

"I have night blindness," Amy responded with immediately, causing Beca to choke back a giggle. "My..." she trailed off, mind travelling back to all those years ago when she actually paid attention to things. "...retina is all fucked, and weed fixes it."

Jesse rolled his eyes - Amy could be such a fucking idiot sometimes. Even if that story was true [which is most certainly was not], why the shit was she smoking it during the day? That's when Jesse's eyes landed on one of his paintings, left haphazardly leaning against the wall. "You took down my painting?" He almost sounded sad - served him right.