32Hey Guys! Some of you Pitch Perfect fans with stories may hear from me a lot, but this is my first time publishing a story! How exciting. I'm usually the person that reads the FanFiction, but now it's time for me to write and post my frist one. Isn't that exciting?! Okay, well this story is going to be in 2 different POVs. Odd for Beca, even for Chloe. I will put a POV tag in each chapter just to remind you. OH! And italics are thoughts. I'm not an expert on any conditions talked about here. I looked it up a little bit, but it might not be totally accurate. This was originally a story I wrote, so if there was a name I forgot to change, just tell me. I hope you enjoy my first story. Please leave feedback, whether good or bad! Thanks!
Chapter 1-Beca POV
*ring ring* It's 6:30 and my alarm clock wakes me up. Last day of school! I think to myself. Just one more day until summer, one more day I have to deal with all the jerks at school, one more day until I am free for 2 months to do whatever I want to do.
I swing my legs over my bed, put on my orthosis, and then go over to my sink to get ready. I brush my teeth, pick out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt to wear, and head out to meet my best friend Chloe, my only friend, at the bus stop. As usual, she is being her girly self with a short pink dress on and a purse with all her makeup in it on her arm. I don't know why she carries that around all the time, it must weigh a ton! I tap her on the shoulder to let her know that I'm here. Chloe is at least 4 inches taller than me. She's not super tall, but she's taller than the majority of our class.
"Seriously, Beca!?" She says to me." It's the last day of school! Wear some shorts for a change!" I reply right back with, "You're the one to talk! You have that backpack full of makeup and it's only a half day! What's going to happen? A boy will walk up to you and point out that you have a little pimple under your nose?" As I say this I point to a little spot under her nose. She rummages through her bag and pulls out a compact mirror, looking for something that is not there. "You're so paranoid!" I tell her while I laugh. She just sticks her tongue out at me and then points towards the bus, signaling me to go on first. After that, it's just a normal day.
Finally, the bell rings, signaling that it's summer. I wait at the spot where Chloe and I meet up to get on the bus. After waiting for what seems like hours, I finally spot her in the hallway and we walk out to the bus stop together.
After we both get settled on the bus Chloe checks her makeup, again, and we start a conversation for our 30 minute ride home. After we talk about what we plan on doing this summer she starts to stare into space. I know that face, she's thinking. She does this a lot, but I don't know why.
I let her sit like that for a while, and then I get lonely and finally wave my hand in front of her face and say "Hello, Earth to Chloe!" She snaps back to reality and I say to her, "Welcome back! What were you thinking about, girly?" All she says is "Oh…nothing." Weird, but she's friends with me, which is considered really weird, so I don't really think about it. She then invites me over to her house for a celebratory movie night, yuck. We plan on meeting up at 7, so that means I have time to take a shower, and maybe even get some candy we can eat while we watch the movies. It's only 1 o'clock now, so I have 5 hours and 45 minutes to do what I please. I'm an early bird kind of person.
The first thing I decide to do is take a shower. I take off my clothes, including my orthosis, and plug my iPod into my speaker. I jam out to "Here I Go Again" by Whitesnake. My mom tells me I have a good voice, but I don't like to sing otherwise. I really don't like the spotlight on me. Chloe, on the other hand, loves it. There is not enough time in the day for that girl! She's the total opposite of me. She is a social butterfly while I'm just socially awkward.
I don't like people getting close to me; I don't like telling people what happened to me. I have to wear an AFO (an Ankle-Foot Orthosis) because of the nerve damage to my right foot. I pretty much can't walk without it. Not even Chloe knows about it. The only people who know are my mom, dad, sister, and the teachers at school. My sister is at an out-of-state college, so I don't have to worry about her blabbing about it. And the teachers have this confidentiality thing, so I'm not worried about them saying anything either. The only people I worry about are my parents. I just told them that Chloe knows, but she gets all emotional when I talk about it. They just say "Okay, we won't talk about it. We do NOT want her to get emotional!" Hopefully she won't find out for a very long time.
After I finish with my shower, I put on a change of clothes and my mom runs me to Walgreens where I get some Junior Mints and Sour Patch Kids to take over to Chloe's house. By the time I do that, it is 4 o'clock.
I decide to text her and ask what movie we are watching tonight. I hate movies, but I watch them with her because it gives us something to do. I watch movies with her in return with her playing Jenga or RockBand with me. She texts back with "It's a surprise!" Oh how I hate surprises.
I sit on the couch and work on a mix, waiting for the time to pass. I read for the next two hours and then I get up. I can't stop thinking about Chloe on the bus today. I mean, yeah she zones out sometimes, but this one seemed to be different and it lasted longer. I wonder what she was thinking about. Maybe I can get some answers out of her tonight. I don't know much about Chloe. Well, the part of her life before I knew her. She doesn't talk about her past much. I don't give her a hard time about it though because she knows so little of my past too. Sooner or later she will find out; I just hope that it's later. By the time I contemplate all that happened today, it's 6:40. So I grab a blanket, grab the candy, and head over to her house.