True Identity

Untitled Part 2

A/N: Hey! Sorry it's taken so long. Here's the next chapter. Hope you enjoy! Don't own anything.

Beca knew lounging in bed was going to get her nowhere fast. She was bored of thinking, pondering, wondering, calculating and questioning everything she had done.

'It happened.' She thought to herself. 'I can't undo what's done now.'

She found herself missing Jesse more than ever. In the past few years, she'd found herself finally opening up to someone, sharing her thoughts instead of bottling everything up. Jesse was patient and kind, always by her side and willing to drop everything if Beca needed him to. It took her a while to get used to the adoration from him but when she began to accept him into her heart, it became very comfortable, very quickly.

Usually, she'd have turned to Jesse when her head was this muddled but knowing what she had just put him through, she knew she simply couldn't do that. It wasn't his job anymore and that had been her fault. Jesse had been good enough to reassure her that he wasn't completely broken over their break up, although the small telltale twitch by his left eye confirmed Beca's initial thoughts that he was lying. She regretted the decision to end their relationship half the time, and the other half was spent reassuring herself that she'd been cruel to be kind in the long run.

'Does kissing Chloe count as cheating? I can't be Jesse's wife when my last few weeks thoughts have been about Chloe. It felt too right to be wrong. Damn that girl! Why did she have to do that to me? But then, I could have pushed her away. I didn't. Is it my fault?' She thought as she got out of bed, half-heartedly pulling the blankets back over her bed in an attempt to make it. She shrugged her shoulders at the crumbled mess and decided a shower would be a good idea instead.

Returning to her room twenty minutes later, squeaky clean and wrapped in a stupidly large towel, Beca couldn't decide if she was shocked or not to find Amy sitting on her bed, rummaging around in her friends underwear drawer.

"Can I help you Amy?"

"Nope." Amy said, not even stopping what she was doing. "I'm good."

"Mind telling me what you think you are doing?"

"Wondering if these itty bitty thongs are actually worth the effort of wearing them." Amy said, holding up a pair of Beca's panties.

Beca huffed and used the corner of the towel she was wearing to get some water out of her ear before she carried on. "And the real reason you are here?"

"Came to check up on ya. Haven't seen you for a coupla weeks." Amy said, looking at her friend for the first time. "Jeepers Becs, you got even skinnier."

Beca rolled her eyes to no one in particular.

"We're going to lunch by the way." Amy continued, after getting no reaction to her rooting through Beca's panties.

"Um, I don't want... I'm not hungry and I've got-"

"-Yeah, I'm not listening so get dressed and I'll be waiting outside. You've got twenty minutes to get ready or I'll call Aubrey."

"Jesus Amy!" Beca exclaimed, half smiling. "Anything but the Posenator."

"Well then."

"OK." Beca sighed, knowing she was not going to win the argument. Amy had played the trump card and she didn't want to involve Aubrey in any of her current thoughts. "Twenty minutes."

..**..

"... you kissed the redhead?" Amy asked, setting down her cream cheese bagel.

"You've got a little..." Beca started, looking over at the mess Amy was making. She indicated that there was a blob of cream cheese on Amy's chin but Amy clearly wasn't bothered.