Chapter 1: It's Been Awhile

"Jesse, what time does our flight leave tomorrow morning?" Beca asked as she flopped down on her hotel bed. The brunette looked up at the ceiling and closed her eyes before letting out a long sigh. Trio was currently on the American leg of their world tour and had been traveling all over the United States for the last three weeks as a result. Their last show in the U.S. was at Madison Square Garden in New York City.

"I think it leaves at ten, but I'll have to check with Benji," Jesse answered before taking out his phone to call Aubrey.

"Alright, thanks," Beca said, running her fingers through her hair as she looked up at the ceiling of their hotel room.

In LA, Beca had gotten an internship at a recording studio called Residual Heat. In the first month of her internship, all the brunette did was get lunch for everyone, but that changed after she made a remix of "Winter Wonderland" that included her own vocals for Snoop Dogg's Christmas album. She rose to fame after she released her first album with Residual Heat, winning a couple Grammy awards along the way. A few months later, Beca contacted Jesse and Benji to see if they would be interested in a Trio reunion. They both agreed and moved out to LA, and the rest is history. Now, after being back together for about a year and a half, Trio was one of the hottest bands on the charts and had a pretty substantial fanbase.

Once he had gotten off the phone with Aubrey, Jesse sat down on his bed. "Are you excited for tomorrow?" He asked.

The brunette nodded her head. "Yeah, I am. Madison Square Garden will be the biggest venue we've ever played at," Beca replied.

"Madison Square Garden. It just sounds so right, doesn't it?" Jesse said, smiling widely. "I can't believe that we're playing there, and that the show is sold up. This is huge, dude." Beca nodded her head in agreement and then sighed again. Jesse noticed that something seemed off with his friend, so he decided to ask her about it. "Is everything okay, Beca?"

Beca looked at Jesse with a confused expression on her face. "Uh, yeah? Why wouldn't it be?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You're just acting a little weird, that's all," Jesse said, shrugging his shoulders. He knew Beca wasn't looking forward to going to New York for a specific reason, but he decided not to trouble her with it. "Madison Square fits about 21,000 people. That's insane," he said, changing the subject.

"Mmhm, that's crazy," Beca murmured absentmindedly, still looking up at the ceiling. There was a moment of silence between the two before the brunette spoke again. "What if I see her, Jesse? What if she's there?"

The twenty-three year-old sighed and shrugged again, unsure of what to say in reply. He knew that Beca was referring to the one and only Chloe Beale. They hadn't seen each other since that day at the airport almost five years ago, and they had been out-of-touch for quite some time. "I knew that would be on your mind," Jesse said, scratching the back of his head. "I, for one, would be happy to see her, and so would Benji. We haven't contacted her, though, because we know that would be hard for you."

"It's my fault that we lost touch. Things just got so busy, and before I knew it, I hadn't texted or called her back in months," Beca said, holding her head in her hands for a few moments. "I know that the likelihood of me seeing her is pretty slim, but still. I don't know what I'm gonna do if we cross paths. What if she hates me now, Jesse?"

"She doesn't hate you, Beca. I'm sure she understands that being famous means you're pretty busy," Jesse said, trying to reassure his friend. "Almost every love song you've written is about her, and I think she knows that."

"I haven't checked on her in years, though. I basically abandoned her. She has every right to hate me," Beca said, biting her lip and looking down.

"I'm not saying that you should try to go see her while we're in New York, but you won't know how she feels about you unless you talk to her," Jesse stated, looking over at Beca as he said those words.

"I guess that's true," Beca said, running her fingers through her hair again. "I feel so bad, Jesse. I've never regretted anything more than I regret this."

"You can't beat yourself up over this, Beca. People grow apart sometimes. That's life. You're stressing about this way too much. Chloe is a very forgiving person, so it's very unlikely that she hates you," Jesse said, laying back against his bed again. "Don't worry about it. We probably won't see her while we're there anyways."

"Yeah, you're right," Beca said, sighing again as she looked back up at the ceiling. "We should probably try to get some sleep, huh? We'll need to get up somewhat early tomorrow to pack our stuff."

"Well, I don't have much to pack, but you're probably right," Jesse said, turning off the lamp on the bedside table after he had climbed under the covers. "Great show tonight, by the way. Philadelphia has a lot of Trio fans," he stated.

"Yeah, for sure," Beca said, smiling softly as she recalled their performance from a few hours ago. "Goodnight, Jesse. Great show tonight, too. Nobody can play the drums like you can," she added.

"I'm no Larry Mullen Jr., but thanks," Jesse said with a chuckle before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

The next morning, the three bandmates got up a little after seven to go workout in the hotel's weight room for a little while. After that, they grabbed some breakfast before heading out of the hotel to go to the Philadelphia International Airport.

Beca was in a much better mood that morning than she had been the previous night. "You guys, I am so excited for this show tonight!" She said enthusiastically. "I have a feeling that this is going to be our best show yet."

"You've certainly lightened up since last night," Jesse said with a chuckle as they were driven to the airport.

"I'm excited for tonight too," Benji said. "I can't believe we're going to the United Kingdom next. I've always wanted to go there," he added, his voice even more enthusiastic than Beca's.

"This last year and a half has been one hell of a ride, but I wouldn't change anything about it. I love you guys, and I'm so glad that we're on this journey together," Beca said, a smile slowly spreading across her face as she spoke.

"I wouldn't be anywhere else," Benji said, patting Beca's shoulder. "This band was the best part of my life back in high school, and I'm so glad that we decided to get back together."

"Me too. I think it's safe to say that we made the right decision by getting back together. I mean, look where we are now," Jesse said, chuckling some more.

Beca smiled at her bandmates and then sighed happily. "Madison Square Garden…" She said to herself. "My dad didn't believe me when I first told him that we had sold it out in ten minutes."

"I didn't believe it at first either," Benji said, smiling back at Beca. "I still can't believe that we sold it out that fast."

"Pretty insane, isn't it?" Beca said, chuckling a little.

Once they got to the airport and went through security, the three of them were escorted to their private jet on the runway. Their flight left on time and they were in New York in less than an hour. "Don't you love private jets?" Jesse said as they exited the jet. "They get you to your destination in half the time."

"The word 'love' is an understatement. Private jets are one of the best things to ever be invented in my opinion," Beca replied. "We've got a lot of time to kill before we have to be at the Garden for soundcheck. Is there anything in particular that you guys want to do?" She asked.

"I'd like to see some of my old college buddies at NYU," Benji answered, smiling. "I haven't seen most of them since I graduated."

"Alright, we can do that," Beca said, a smile on her face as well. She then turned to Jesse. "What about you? What would you like to do?"

"I'd like to visit Central Park and maybe walk along the Hudson River for awhile," Jesse said as they walked out to the car waiting for them.

"Alright, we can do that too. Something I'd like to do is go to Taco Bell. I bet that's a real surprise," Beca said with a chuckle.

"You're so predictable," Jesse said, chuckling along with the brunette. "I think we should go to Café d'Amore for dinner tomorrow night. I've heard that it's one of the best Italian restaurants in the city and that they have live music."

"That sounds good to me as long as we go to Taco Bell for lunch today," Beca said, chuckling some more.

"Well, since it's almost lunchtime, why don't we find the nearest Taco Bell and go there?" Benji suggested, the other two nodding their heads in agreement. Their driver took them to a Taco Bell that was near Central Park, so the three bandmates decided to go for a walk in the park after they finished their food.

"This is so cool. I always loved it when they would show an aerial shot of New York City during the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade because you could see Central Park and all the buildings around it," Beca commented.

"I went to the Macy's parade a couple times while I was at NYU," Benji said, smiling as they walked into the park. "It was always very cold, but it was totally worth it."

"How early did you have to wake up to get a good spot at the parade?" Jesse asked curiously.

"Around six in the morning," Benji said, taking a sip from a bottle of water that he had gotten at Taco Bell. "It wasn't too bad, though. We always found good spots."

"Oh, really? For some reason I thought you'd have to get up at like two or something," Jesse said, chuckling a little.

"NYU isn't too far away from where the parade is," Benji said with a shrug before they sat down on a bench in the middle of the park. "I really do love it here. Whenever I was stressed about school, I always came here to help calm myself down."

"I can see why. This place has a chill, relaxed feel to it," Beca said, smiling as she looked around them.

Jesse then got off the bench lay down in the field, looking up at the trees and the sky. "Aubrey would love it here. I wish she could've joined us on the tour."

"Yeah, same with Emily. She really wanted to come with us, but she would've missed almost half of her senior year in college if she did," Benji said.

Beca then looked down for a moment, her mind going straight to Chloe. The brunette thought about how the redhead could be on the tour with them right now and how they could be together again. Her heart hurt while she thought about this, as she knew she had fucked up big time and that Chloe probably hated her now. And Beca honestly couldn't blame her; after all, she basically faded out on her. They hadn't seen each other since Chloe left for Juilliard, and they hadn't talked in over two years. Therefore, the brunette felt it was safe to say that the redhead wanted nothing to do with her.

After hanging out in the park for a little while longer, Jesse stood up. "Why don't we head over to NYU now? It's not too far from here," he said.

"Sounds good to me," Beca said. She and Benji stood up as well before they started walking towards the park exit. They were stopped a couple times by fans to get their picture taken along the way, but they managed to get to the campus pretty quickly.

"Lead the way, Benji. Jesse and I have no idea where we're going," Beca said with a chuckle once they got to NYU.

"Alrighty. This is the main courtyard of the campus," Benji said as they walked onto the campus. "Would you guys like to see my old dorms?" He asked.

Beca and Jesse looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. "Sure. Why not?" Jesse said as he turned back to Benji. Benji took them to the different dorms he had lived in, making sure to sign the doors of his former rooms. After that, they met some of his college friends at the Starbucks on campus. The three of them stayed on campus for a couple more hours before heading over to Madison Square Garden to get ready for their concert later that night.

Meanwhile, Chicago was moving into his new apartment in San Francisco. After a stellar four seasons with the Georgia Bulldogs, he had been selected by the San Francisco 49ers in the second round of the NFL Draft. Because he was one of the 49ers' top picks in the draft, he received a hefty contract offer from the team, which he gladly signed. His new income allowed him to rent a very nice apartment downtown that had a great view of the San Francisco Bay and was close to a bunch of great restaurants.

The young man was currently bringing in boxes of stuff for his bedroom with the help of Elijah Lee and Ross Dwelley, two of his new teammates. "Thanks for helping me move in you guys," he said as they carried the box for his bed frame in through the front door of his apartment.

"No problem, Rook," Elijah replied, giving Chicago a fist bump once he and Ross had set the box down.

"Yeah, what Elijah said. Just so you know, we're going to be taking you under our wing. Rookies usually get picked on by the veterans, so we're gonna show you the ropes and make sure you feel at home. After all, we were rookies not too long ago," Ross said.

"Well, thanks anyways," Chicago said, smiling at the two of them. After they finished unpacking his stuff, the three of them sat down on the couch and started playing some Madden '18 on Chicago's PS4 console. "What was one of the first things you guys did when you got here?"

"The first thing I did when I got here was play some Madden, actually," Elijah said with a chuckle.

Chicago chuckled along with Elijah before turning to Ross. "What about you? What was the first thing you did when you got here?"

"This may sound cheesy, but I went down to Baker Beach to watch the sunset," Ross answered, smiling as he recalled the memory. "So Rook, what's Seattle like? I've never been there before, surprisingly."

"Seattle is great, man. In my opinion, it's the best city in the whole world," Chicago said with a smile. He then added, "Don't get me wrong, I love San Francisco too. I love Seattle more, though. It's home to me."

"I went there once as a kid," Elijah said, watching Chicago as he picked his team. He went with the Seahawks because they had always been his favorite team. Elijah was also playing as his favorite team, which was the Minnesota Vikings.

"Really? That's cool. What was your favorite part about Seattle?" Chicago asked, pressing the start button once he and Elijah were ready to play.

"It's a tie between Lake Union and the Space Needle. I loved going swimming in the lake, and I loved going to the top of the Space Needle," Elijah answered, nodding his head.

"So, Rook, is there a special girl back in Seattle?" Ross asked, nudging Chicago a little bit."You told me that you didn't date in college, so that must mean that there's a girl back home."

"There may or may not be a girl back home," Chicago said, scratching the back of his head as he tried to keep himself from blushing even harder.

"There totally is, dude. You can tell by the look on his face," Ross said to Elijah with a chuckle. "Come on, tell us about her."

"Well, she's beautiful. Probably the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," Chicago started, a smile spreading across his face as he spoke. "She's kind and funny and smart. She was the valedictorian of my senior class, which is pretty cool. Her name is Stacie, and I'm really looking forward to seeing her again." A few moments later, he added, "Hopefully I see her soon, since she's also in San Francisco. She moved here after she graduated from the University of Washington."

"So, were you two ever a thing?" Elijah asked as his team scored a touchdown. "Or were you guys the 'will they, won't they' of your friend group?"

"No, we weren't officially together, but we weren't really the 'will they, won't they' of our friend group either," Chicago replied as he returned the kickoff.

"So you guys were just friends then?" Ross asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion. "If she's the girl back home, wouldn't you two have had a fling or something?"

"We had a brief fling for one night, but that was it. It wasn't a one-night stand because it meant more than that," Chicago said, looking down for a moment. "We agreed that we would wait until the time was right to get together."

"Ah, I see. You're waiting for her to run into your arms so you two can live happily ever after," Elijah said with a laugh. "Rook, why don't you just text her or something?"

"I mean, I haven't talked to her in awhile. Wouldn't it be kinda weird if I just texted her out of the blue?" Chicago asked.

"Well, you're both in San Francisco now, so what's the harm? I bet she'd be really happy to see you," Elijah said before picking a defensive play.

"Elijah is right, Rook," Ross added, nodding his head in agreement. "I think you should go for it. It could be the best decision you'll ever make."

Chicago thought about Ross's words for a few moments, a small smile making its way onto his face. "Yeah, maybe I will," he said. After the next play was over, he paused the game and took out his phone. "What do you guys think I should say?" He asked as he opened and then scrolled down his contact list.

"Just tell her that you're in San Francisco and ask if she wants to catch up over lunch or coffee sometime," Ross said, smiling as he watched his friend press the call button once he had found Stacie's contact.

Chicago took a deep breath as he brought his phone up to his ear. It seemed like days had passed before the ringing stopped and Stacie's voice came through the speaker. Chicago was about to say something when he realized that it was a voicemail greeting. "Hey, this is Stacie! I can't come to the phone right now because I'm either at school, work, or with my handsome boyfriend Logan, so leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can!"

Chicago felt his heart sink when he heard Stacie say "handsome boyfriend Logan," and he ended the call as soon as he heard the beeping sound for leaving a message. He wanted to pretend like he didn't hear those words, but he knew that wouldn't do any good, so he just turned his phone off and got up up get himself a beer from the fridge.

"Is everything good, Rook? Were you too scared to leave a message?" Ross joked when Chicago came back, playfully nudging him as he took a sip of his beer.

"She has a boyfriend," Chicago stated in a somber tone.

"Oh," Ross said simply before looking over at Elijah, who just shrugged his shoulders. "That sucks, bro. I'm sorry about that," he said, putting a hand on Chicago's shoulder.

"We promised to wait for each other," Chicago said, his heart sinking even more. "No wonder we haven't talked in awhile. She didn't want me to know that she broke our promise," he stated, shaking his head as he took another sip from his beer.

"Was she acting weird before you two stopped talking?" Elijah asked.

"No, she wasn't. She was acting completely normal," Chicago replied, scratching the back of his head. He then picked up his controller and resumed the game. "I don't really want to talk about it anymore, so let's just keep playing," he said before picking an offensive play.

"Fine by me. You are so going down, Rook," Elijah stated confidently as he picked a defensive play.

As they continued to play, Chicago couldn't help but think about Stacie. Why would she do this to me? How could she do this to me? He thought to himself. Those two questions troubled him for the rest of the night, and he was unable to fall asleep as a result. All he could think about was Stacie.

The next day, Beca, Jesse and Benji were going out for dinner at Café d'Amore before their flight to Dublin, Ireland. "So, how did you hear about this place?" Beca asked Jesse as they walked along the sidewalk towards the restaurant.

"Aubrey's parents told me about it, actually. They said that they went there once and that it was the best Italian food they've ever had in their lives," Jesse replied.

"Oh wow. It must be pretty good, then," Beca said as they continued to walk along the sidewalk. She looked up and saw a big sign a couple blocks away. "Hey, look. I think that's the restaurant," she said, pointing at the sign.

"Yeah, that's it," Jesse said, walking a bit faster to keep up with Beca, who was walking in front of him and Benji. "I called ahead and made a reservation for us since Aubrey's parents said that the place fills up pretty quickly."

"Good thinking there, Jesse," Benji said with a smile as they got closer to the restaurant.

When they arrived at their destination, the three of them walked inside and were immediately blown away. "Wow. This place is absolutely beautiful," Beca said as she looked around the restaurant.

"It really is," Jesse said as they walked up to the hostess. "Hi, we have a reservation."

"What was the name on that?" The hostess asked politely.

"Swanson," Jesse answered with a smile.

"Alright, right this way," the hostess replied, grabbing three menus and then gesturing for them to follow her.

They followed the hostess to their table and thanked her before sitting down. As Beca flipped through the menu, she heard piano music playing softly in the background and smiled to herself. Whoever's playing right now is really good, the brunette thought to herself. A few moments later, she looked up from the menu and craned her neck to see who was playing the piano. Beca couldn't see the pianist's face but she did see that they had red hair. Then, Beca suddenly realized who it was, and her eyes went wide. "No fucking way."

These words caught the attention of Jesse and Benji, and they both looked up from the menus. "What's wrong?" Jesse asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

"She's here," Beca said, feeling her face start to heat up. "She's here," the brunette repeated, unable to tear her eyes away from the redhead.

"Who's here?" Benji said before turning around and seeing the red hair at the piano. He raised his eyebrows and then turned back to Beca. "There could be thousands of redhead pianists here in New York City," he pointed out, even though he knew it was Chloe. Benji knew that it was the redhead because he had seen her working there on weekends during their senior year. He didn't think that she worked there during the week, though, which was why he hadn't mentioned it to Beca or Jesse.

Beca shook her head. "No, it's her," she insisted. "It's definitely her. It's got to be her. I don't know who else it could be."

"It could Reba McEntire," Jesse joked, chuckling until Beca kicked his leg under the table.

"Shit. Do you think she can see me?" Beca asked, looking over at the redhead again. "Jesse, switch me places so she won't see me if she looks this way."

"Beca, she can't see you from over there. You can barely see her. Just relax," Jesse said, trying to calm the brunette down.

"Jesse, please switch places with me," Beca begged. "I don't want her to see me over here."

"Dude, you're being paranoid." Jesse stated, although he stood up anyway and gestured for Beca to take his seat.

When the song ended a few minutes later, Chloe stood up from the piano. "I'm going to take a short break. I'll be back in ten," the redhead announced.

Beca held her breath as she watched Chloe and froze when she saw the redhead look in her direction "Fuck," she muttered under her breath. "What do I do now?"

"Maybe you should stop staring at her and turn around," Jesse said, chuckling.

Beca did as he told her to and turned around, hoping that Chloe wouldn't come over to their table. It was too late, however, seeing as Chloe was doing the same thing as she was. "She's definitely seen me by now," Beca said, grabbing her beer before switching spots with Jesse. "Fuck, what if she comes over? How am I going to explain myself? We haven't talked in two and a half years."

"Maybe she wouldn't have seen you if you hadn't stared at her for so long," Jesse said, chuckling some more while shaking his head at the brunette. "Just take deep breaths, Beca. She's not coming over here, not yet at least."

"I'm such a terrible person. I never should've stopped answering her calls and texts. I feel awful," Beca said, putting her head in her hands.

"Beca, you need to stop stressing out about this. Sure, you may have made a bad decision, but that's in the past. You need to stop dwelling on the past and focus on the future. All hope is not lost. You can still make things right with Chloe," Benji said in a calm voice.

"That's easy for you to say," Beca replied, still holding her head in her hands. "You and Emily were only apart for a year and a half. This is the first time I've seen Chloe in five years. What am I supposed to say to her?"

"Who said you have to talk to her? She still hasn't come over here, and it doesn't look like she's going to," Jesse said, watching Chloe out of the corner of his eye.

"She's not coming over here because she hates me," Beca said with a sad sigh. She turned her head and looked at the redhead, debating on whether or not to go and talk to her. Once she had made up her mind, the brunette turned back to her bandmates. "I have to go talk to her even if there's a pretty good chance that I'll get a drink thrown in my face. I need to apologize for what I've done," she stated before getting up and following Chloe, who was walking out out to the back deck of the restaurant. The brunette cleared her throat to get the redhead's attention when they got out to the deck. "Before you kill me, I just want you to know that I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" Chloe asked, not turning around to face Beca.

"I-I'm sorry for not answering your calls or texts," Beca stuttered, looking down as she spoke. "I wanted to contact you, but I didn't. I don't have a good reason as to why I didn't either. You have every right to hate me, Chloe, and I know that. I just…" Beca trailed off, putting her hands in her pockets and taking a deep breath before continuing. "I just couldn't see you and not say something. That would make me an even bigger dick than I already am."

Chloe stood there in silence for a few moments and then turned around. When she did, Beca saw that there were tears in her eyes. "Two and a half years," the redhead said, looking into the brunette's eyes as she spoke. "You ignored me for two and a half years. You say you don't have a reason, but I want one. I want you to tell me why you ignored me. I want you to tell my why you thought it would be okay to ignore me." Chloe then paused to collect herself before continuing. "Did you think that I wouldn't care? If you did, you're wrong. I was worried sick about you, Beca. I thought something bad had happened to you. Why couldn't you have at least told me that you were okay?" She asked, her voice cracking with emotion.

"I thought you'd have seen that I was starting to succeed with my music, given the fact that it was all over the news." Judging by the look on Chloe's face, Beca knew that her answer wasn't a good one, so she thought of something else to say. "After I released my first album, everything got crazy. It got even crazier when I went on my first tour. I barely had time to talk to anyone, although I should have made an effort to do so. Not a day has gone by where I haven't regretted what I've done," she stated, looking back up at Chloe. "You're allowed to hate me. I understand if you do. I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am."

Chloe couldn't help but chuckle and shake her head at Beca. "I'm allowed to hate you? First of all, I don't need your permission for that. Second of all, do you really think that I hate you because of this?"

Beca blinked a couple times, unsure if she had heard Chloe. "I mean, I'd be pretty upset if I were you. I've treated you like shit for the last two and a half years," she replied, scratching the back of her head.

"I hate what you did, Beca, but I don't hate you," Chloe said, looking down for a moment. "You're not off the hook, though, so don't think you got off scot-free. Also, don't expect me to fall into your arms, because I won't. Lastly, don't expect me to say that everything good between us, because it isn't. You did treat me like shit, but I'm willing to give you another chance. If you want me to be back in your life, you're going to have to fix this."

"And I want to fix this, Chlo. I really do. It's my fault that things are the way they are, and I'll do whatever it takes to fix this. I'll do whatever it takes to fix us," Beca said, lifting Chloe's chin up with her finger so they were gazing into each other's eyes. "I love you, Chloe Anne Beale. I always have and I always will," she whispered.

"Don't try to kiss me or anything because I will throw this in your face," Chloe threatened, grabbing her bottle of water to prove that she was being serious. "The first thing you have to do is answer my calls, no matter where you are or what you're doing. I don't care if you're performing at a concert or partying with your famous friends. You're going to answer my calls."

Beca nodded her head. "I'll answer your calls no matter where I'm at or what I'm doing," she vowed. "What else do I have to do?"

"Sometimes I go back to Juilliard to perform at events, and I'd like you to come to at least two of those events when you're done with your tour," Chloe said. "Also, you need to thank me whenever you get an award. I think I deserve that since most of your songs are about me anyways," the redhead added, giggling a little.

"Fair enough," Beca said, a small smile on her face. "Is there anything else I have to do, or is that it?" She asked.

"Nope, that's it," Chloe replied. "By the way, this chance I'm giving you doesn't mean that we're going to get back together. We'll be friends again if you do these things that I've asked of you, but I can't guarantee that we'll get back together. If I want you to be in my life that way again, I'll let you know," she stated firmly.

Beca nodded her head and then cleared her throat, shuffling her feet awkwardly as well. "You don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but...are you seeing anyone right now?" The brunette asked nervously, biting down on her lip as she awaited the redhead's answer.

Chloe instantly shook her head. "No, I'm not," she said in a soft voice. "The last time I kissed someone was five years ago at the Seattle-Tacoma International Airport."

"Was I the last person you kissed, or did you kiss someone else after I left?" Beca asked with a chuckle.

"No, I'm more than sure that you were the last person I kissed," Chloe said, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"Okay, good," Beca said, chuckling a little more. There was a moment of silence between the two before the brunette spoke again. "Your break is probably over by now, huh?"

"Yeah, it is," Chloe said with a sigh. "You should go back too so Jesse and Benji know you're still alive."

"Yeah, you're right. They might think that you've killed me and dumped my body in the ocean," Beca joked, which made Chloe laugh. "Well, I'm gonna head back in there. It was nice seeing you, Chloe. And by the way, you look beautiful tonight," the brunette said genuinely.

"You always say that," Chloe said with a chuckle as she grabbed her bottle of water.

"I always say that because it's always true," Beca replied, smiling and shrugging her shoulders.

"I see you haven't lost your smoothness," Chloe said, winking at Beca before walking towards the door. Before she went inside the restaurant, the redhead turned back to face the brunette. "It's nice to see you too, Beca."

These words caused a smile to appear on Beca's face. "Have a good rest of your night, Chloe. And thank you for giving me a second chance. A lot of people wouldn't do that. I really appreciate it."

"Well, I'm not like a lot of people. I'm me," Chloe said, smiling back at Beca before turning around and going inside the restaurant, leaving the brunette alone on the back deck.

Beca stood outside on the back deck for a little while longer, her smile growing as she recalled the conversation that she and Chloe had just had. She then went back into the restaurant, still smiling as she did so. While she knew that it would be awhile before they were back on good terms, the brunette was confident that she could both restore their friendship and make Chloe fall for her all over again.

So here is the first chapter of the sequel! We hope you enjoy it! Yes, Chicago is going to be a part of it but he will not be going after Chloe, I think that was pretty clear with this opening chapter. Anyways, we hope you enjoyed this!

Until Next Time!