Okay, this is a story, based off of Stacie and Bumper but there is a little Stacie/Donald.
Stacie walked with Donald, his arms around her waist. "I love you," She mumbled softly, her gaze on the ground. "Mhm." He hummed simply. Stacie sighed, blinking back some tears. She had been feeling as though they were falling apart for months now. Maybe, it was because they had been a secret for so long, they had lost function, or maybe it was the simple fact that Donald so obviously had his eyes on Lilly. But Stacey wasn't totally innocent. She had her eyes on someone else, as well. Except, it wasn't just any guy. It was, in fact, Donald's best friend Bumper. Of course Donald didn't know, why would he? It would ruin everything they had worked up, although it was practically gone anyways. Now they wasted their time arguing over who had been the source of their fights. Stacie had always kind of known that Donald had a thing for Lilly. Ever since the two of them started hooking up two days after the riff off, they were a secret, but then, on the bus to the semi-finals, Lilly continued to flirt with Donald, and he flirted back. Stacie ignored it for as long as she could, but now, it barely mattered at all. Because she was spending all of her time wondering what could become of her and Bumper. Stacie pulled out of Donald's arms, looking up at him. "Can we go back to my dorm and talk?" She asked, wiping away the little bit of tears she had let fall. Donald looked at her, his face full of confusion but he simply nodded in agreement as they continued to her dorm.
When they made it to her dorm, Stacie closed the door behind her. She took a deep breath, her nerves taking over. It was silent for a moment, until she finally blurted out. "I can't do this anymore." Donald looked at her, confusion filling his features. "Do what, Stacie?" He asked, looking at her. Stacie shook her head, letting tears spill from her eyes. "This, Donald. I know that you have a thing for Lilly, it's clear to me now. Can we quit pretending, please?" She asked, sniffling back her tears. Donald looked her in the eyes. "I'm so sorry, Stace. I never meant for things to get this out of hand." Donald replied, shaking his head. Stacie nodded. "You should go, Donald. Let's just call this quits, okay?" She asked. Donald nodded, walking out of the room. As soon as he left Stacie fell down on her bed, the tears coming like water falls. She didn't expect it to hurt this much, especially since she was the one who had decided to call it quits. But, why shouldn't it hurt? She had just ended the only serious relationship she had ever been in. She lied in her bed, letting all of the held in feelings out.
She had been lying in her bed for hours, just continuing to feel like crap, until there was a soft knock on the door. She wiped her tears away, getting up and opening the door. To her surprise, it was Bumper. "Are you okay?" Bumper asked, looking at her. He seemed to be concerned about her, but she ignored that at the moment. "What do you want?" She asked him, her voice full of acid. "I was looking for Donald…" Bumper mumbled softly. He wasn't being his usual annoying self because he could tell Stacie was upset. "He isn't here, Bumper. Have you tried Lilly's room?" Stacie asked, her voice a lot softer this time. Bumper then knew what was going on, but was unsure how to reply. He looked at her understandingly, his expression softening. "Can you just go?" She asked, not really sure if she wanted him to or not. Bumper nodded in understanding. "I'm sorry about Donald. I'll see you around." He said, looking at the ground and walking away. Stacie sighed, watching him walk away. She went and lied back down in her bed, looking at the ceiling. She wished that she could just run into Bumper's arms and tell him how she felt. But it wasn't possible… Ever. She could never do that to Donald, even if the feelings weren't there anymore. It wouldn't be right. Stacie sighed, nodding to herself as she finally drifted off to sleep.
It was about two A.M. when there was a knock on Stacie's door. She groaned, rolling over in bed. Who would knock on my door at two in the morning? She wondered, getting out of her bed. She sighed, throwing her hair in a ponytail and opening the door. It was Bumper. "Dude, what are you doing here? It's two in the morning." She mumbled, rubbing her eyes. "I had to see you." Bumper mumbled, walking into her room. Stacie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, sure… Come on in." She said sarcastically, crossing her arms. "What do you need?" She asked. "To know what happened. Donald won't tell me anything. He keeps shutting me out. I was the only one that knew about you guys and now it's done." Bumper stated. Stacie looked at him, unsure of what she was supposed to say. Was she supposed to tell him what happened? Or would Donald get upset with her if she did? She just blinked a few times and nodded, opening her mouth to speak. "Donald and I broke up. He has feelings for someone else, and so do I. I guess it just wasn't meant to be. I blamed myself for so long, but it was both of us." She said. Bumper sighed, sitting down on her bed. "You know I'm here for you, right?" He asked, looking at her. Stacie felt her heart tingle, trying to ignore it as she looked at him. "Why are you being so nice to me? You're supposed to be on his side. You're his best friend." Stacie stated. Bumper looked her in the eyes, trying to dig deep down into his feelings. He couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't get him slapped, since she was his best friend's ex-girlfriend. "I'm here for you." He repeated, looking away. Stacie nodded, also sitting on her bed. "Well, thanks for that." She mumbled, looking at him. She yawned softly, laying down. "You can go now, if you want." Stacie said softly, glancing over at him. He shook his head, also lying down as he yawned softly. "I think I'll stay, if you're okay with that?" He asked. Stacie nodded, snuggling her head into his chest. "I'm fine with that." She mumbled. She needed a little reassurance at the moment, and she didn't mind using Bumper to get it. She batted her eyes, yawning as she slowly drifted off to sleep, the only thing on her mind being Bumper.
Stacie woke up, the feeling of a warm body next to her. She lifted her head to see Bumper. She smiled slightly. She had been denying her feelings for him for months, and now, here she was lying in bed with him. But she wouldn't think more of this than what it was. Simply comfort. And she wouldn't admit it out loud to anyone, because that would be social suicide. She slid out of her bed, yawning softly. She didn't want to wake Bumper so she simply got dressed, and did her hair and make-up to perfection. Still, without waking Bumper she left the room and went down to the cafeteria to get breakfast. She grabbed a plate for Bumper and went back to her room, in hopes that he was still there. She walked in the room and seen Bumper still on her bed. She smiled and sat down on the bed next to him. "Bumper." She whispered, shaking him softly. He stirred for a moment, sitting up. "Hey." He mumbled with a grin. "I brought you breakfast." She informed him, handing it to him. She felt her heart melt, looking at him. All she ever really wanted was to tell him about these little feelings, but she was sitting here, on her bed with him in the very moment and couldn't find the words to do it. "Thank you, Stacie." Bumper mumbled, looking straight into her eyes. He felt like he was falling, but he pushed the feelings aside for the simple fact that Donald had her first. There were a lot of things he didn't care to do, but taking one of his friend's ex's is not one of those. He looked down at her lips, wishing he could just kiss her, but he knew that he couldn't do that. He ate his breakfast in silence, while Stacie played with her hands. Stacie sighed softly. "No, thank you, Bumper," She mumbled softly. "Last night, I really needed someone, and you came when no one else was there for me, and decided to be the only person that was. I couldn't ask for a better friend than you." Stacie continued, shaking her head. She had so much she wanted to say, but simply couldn't. She took a deep breath, biting her lip. Bumper nodded. "I told you I would be." He stated, putting the empty plate on the table. "I'm going to go shower… I'll be back afterwards, though, okay?" Bumper asked, standing up. Stacie nodded, also standing up and hugging him. "I'll see you soon." Stacie said, and with that, he left.
Stacie walked down the hall, heading to Beca's dorm. They had decided to study together in her dorm, since Beca needed help on Stacie's best course, and Stacie needed help on Beca's best course. Stacie would much rather be spending her time with her newly found friend, Bumper. He told her he'd be back but she'd forgotten about the study session so now she was stuck doing this. She knocked on the door, waiting for Beca to answer it. When Beca opened the door, Stacie spotted Jesse sitting on her bed. "Sorry, he insisted on joining us. I'll explain later." Beca said and Stacie simply nodded. She went into Beca's room where they studied for a while. Stacie thought that she would die of boredom if she didn't leave soon, until Beca announced that the session was over, much to Stacie's relief. Jesse left the room but Stacie waited around for an explanation. "So, about Jesse?" She asked. "Oh, that." Beca said awkwardly. Stacie crossed her arms, becoming impatient. "Jesse and I are seeing each other." Beca said. Stacie smiled. "I knew it." She said, happily. "Don't act like you aren't seeing anyone. I saw how impatient you've been the whole day…" Beca said, a smirk playing across her face. Stacie sighed. "I'm actually not. We broke up last night." She said. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know." Beca replied, truly feeling bad about asking. "It's okay." Stacie said with a nod. "So, who was it?" Beca asked. "Donald." Stacie replied. "I so knew it!" Beca exclaimed. "Look, I have somewhere I have to be." Stacie said. Beca nodded in understanding. "Have fun." She said with a wink.
Stacie walked out of Beca's room, heading back towards hers. She really wanted to see Bumper. She walked into her room, plopping down on her bed. She hoped Bumper would come by soon, but why would he? He had no reason to. He didn't have to come over either time yesterday, nor did he have to come back today. But Stacie sure wished he would. She wanted him, or maybe she needed him. If he asked her, she would deny it, as she always did. Because of Donald. Everything was because of Donald and she hated it so much. He could be happy with her friend, Lilly, but she couldn't be with Bumper. She never could, because she would never do that to him. As much as she hated to admit it, she wasn't over Donald. She wished so much that she was, but she wasn't. All she could do is pretend, and hope that she would move on. It was unlikely, but possible. She lied down on her bed, staring at the ceiling.
Bumper walked through the halls, looking around. He was unsure if he should go back to Stacie's room, or not. Maybe she didn't want him to come back. She seemed to hate him. Maybe Donald would be unhappy with them spending time together, then again, what did he care anymore? Donald had just thrown her down like a used toy and it was to the point where the bro code was unimportant to him. He was always jealous of the fact that Donald had Stacie, and he didn't. He remembered the first night they got together, how jealous he had felt although he denied the feeling. And now here he was, trying to decide if he should visit her or not. He decided to go to her room, simply to check on her. He knocked on her door, trying to regain himself. What are you doing, Bumper? Why are you acting so mature? He asked himself, although deep down he knew the answer. Stacie opened the door, smiling at him. "Hey." She said, looking at the floor. She didn't really know what to say so she stepped out of the doorway, using her arm to offer him in. Bumper took the offer, walking into her room. "Are you okay?" He asked her. Stacie looked at him, a wave of feelings coming over her. She was tongue tied so all she could do was nod. Bumper looked at her, for once finally knowing what he felt, and she was so close to him, but he still couldn't find the words to tell her. So he just stared at her and waited for something to happen. Stacie sighed and nodded, lying down on her bed. "You can go…" She mumbled softly, the awkward presence surely felt. But Bumper wasn't going anywhere. He couldn't bring himself to do it. He lied down next to her, looking at the ceiling. They sat there like that for a while in silence. It wasn't an awkward silence; it was nice, and a little soothing. After a while, though, Stacie had had enough. She sat up, looking at Bumper. "Thanks, but you can be yourself again. I'm not upset anymore." She said, cracking a small smile that made Bumper's heart melt a little. Bumper sat up and smiled. He began to wonder who he was, because he couldn't find that loud, obnoxious boy that he usually was. All he wanted to be was this soft, sweet guy that was sitting in front of Stacie. And for the first time, it was about more than sex.
Bumper stood up, looking down at her. "I don't know who I am, Stacie." He mumbled so softly she could barely hear him. Stacie's expression became very confused. Bumper sighed, not knowing how to explain it to her. "I just… I don't want to be that guy anymore. I want to be someone sweet, and caring." He said, trying not to sound too corny. He plopped back down on her bed next to her with a smile. She laughed softly, laying her head on his stomach. They lied there for a while like that, laughing and having fun, both of them drifting off to sleep.
Okay, that's the first chapter! Review please? I don't own any of the characters, nor do I own Pitch Perfect. I should be updating soon, if not, then it means I've gotten busy, although that is kind of unlikely.