The Aca-Awesome Summer
Chapter One
After winning at the ICCA Finals, just before summer break, the realisation that Aubrey and Chloe would be leaving Barden hit Beca. This just couldn't happen. Wait, who was she kidding? It definitely could. But she certainly wasn't ready to say goodbye to them yet, and neither were any of the other Bellas, despite harbouring some pretty strong feelings towards both Aubrey and Chloe. Luckily, Aubrey had the (surprisingly) brilliant idea to celebrate the end of their time together, at least at Barden, by jetting off to London to check out some of the epic new shows at the West-End theatres as well as throwing their beloved Bella, Chloe, a twenty-first birthday party. London wasn't exactly Beca's taste, but she knew they'd still have a blast. She couldn't help wonder why London was the most popular option for a summer break, it was rainy. Like all the time.
Beca collected all of the recent events into one simple holiday plan.
"Beca?" Stacie elbowed Beca in the hip, causing her to awake from her daydream.
"Say what?" She asked rhetorically before grabbing her hand luggage from the seat next to her and following the other Bellas to the departure desk. They lined up, passports and boarding passes in hand, and quickly slipped through the desk and into the boarding corridor. The check-in girl peered at Amy's passport, raising an eyebrow suspiciously. She grinned enthusiastically.
"It's totally me, I just discovered America. Cheesecake, Mexican food, it's all good. Tasmanians – they eat bark, I am not screwing with you." The check-in girl smiled weakly, and sarcastically, before passing back the boarding pass and passport to Amy.
"Mexican food is Mexican, dumbass.." Beca smirked once Amy was in the boarding corridor.
"Do you want to die today? Because I will sit on you for the entire ten hour flight." Amy joked.
"It's nine hours.." Beca corrected her. Amy sighed before gently shoving her into the wall of the corridor, causing Beca to drop her luggage on the floor in a fit of laughter.
"Apparently so." She laughed, striding forward to catch up with Cynthia Rose and Stacie who were discussing different methods of pulling a guy (or a girl) in a club. Beca couldn't exactly see how well Amy would fit into that situation, but the image was amusing nonetheless.
Both aisles of the airplane were pretty cramped, making it difficult for the miss-fitting Bellas to make their way to their seats.
"Damn it, I knew that wearing heels was bad idea." Chloe cursed under her breath. As she spoke, her heels keeled over, sending her thrashing through the air towards a seat occupied by a man who she'd decided hadn't showered since purchasing the plane tickets about three weeks ago. As she fell through the wall of almost visible stench, Chloe felt a strong hand grip her arm and help her up before the smell damaged her nasal senses beyond repair. She quickly turned to see that it was Beca who'd been kind enough to save her from what would've been an extremely awkward encounter.
"I've got you." Beca smiled, continuing to pull Chloe to her feet.
"Thanks." She beamed in response, "I wasn't exactly planning on starting this vacation with such a 'strong' whiff of rotten egg." Beca chuckled at Chloe's explanation of the stench, which she managed to avoid, as she followed Chloe along to the Bellas' seats.
Amy collapsed in a window seat, sighing in exhaustion. She turned to see which of her friends sat behind her. Beca.
"Geez, what's the time? Getting up at 3:30am. Never again." Amy yawned.
"Never say never!" Lilly stated, swinging herself into the seat next to Amy. She turned to see Lilly.
"Oh, screw you, Justin Bieber." She greeted her before turning over to catch up on the sleep she'd lost that morning. Lilly shrugged, turning round to grin at Beca and Chloe who sat behind her.
"She lives in harsh surroundings.." Chloe referred to Amy, jokingly.
A couple of seats in front, Aubrey and Stacie browsed a menu of beverages available on the flight.
"We get lunch and dinner, right?" Stacie asked, closing the menu. Aubrey scoffed. Did Stacie genuinely believe the airline would starve them of food and drink for nine hours?
"Yes, Stacie." She replied blankly, deciding not to take her eyes off of the menu. Stacie hummed in realisation – she now knew that you would be served food on a nine hour flight.
"That flight attendant is hot." Stacie announced a couple of minutes later, blatantly pointing at a smart young man serving another passenger. Aubrey slammed the menu onto the tray in front of her.
"Stacie, you can't just say that! Okay, shut up, he's coming our way. Natural. Act natural." Aubrey's voice lowered into a whisper as both her and Stacie struck two of the most unnatural poses ever known to man.
"Can I help you two ladies..?" The flight attendant asked as he approached Aubrey and Stacie.
"No. Nope. No, sir. We're totally cool. Hip. Kicking it." Aubrey explained, and with every new expression came a new cringe that slunk up Stacie's back. The flight attendant stared at Aubrey awkwardly for a couple of seconds before Stacie broke the awkward silence.
"It depends. Can you help us?" She asked, winking as her teeth subtly pinched her lip in a bite. The flight attendant continued to stare.
"No." He replied before walking off, brushing aside any advances Stacie had made. She let out a moan of irritation.
"All the trouble I go to.." Stacie muttered. Aubrey picked up the menu once again, distracting Stacie from what she was about to say.
"Yet we all know you enjoy it.." She mumbled. Stacie immediately flicked her neck to the side, in order to face Aubrey.
"I'm sorry, would you care to repeat that?" She asked, rhetorically. Aubrey grinned in an attempt to cover up her lack of manners.
"Yes, I said that the sushi looks devine." She explained, pointing to a picture of some uncooked fish on the menu, "don't you think?"
"A quick update on our progress concerning your journey to London: the aircraft has now entered international skies, flying above international waters. Thank you."
Amy sat up with a jolt of excitement.
"Are you telling me that I can now kill a bitch and not get Shawshanked for it?" She asked, genuinely. Beca raised her eyebrows and leant forward.
"Amy, what makes you think you can do it in the first place?" She asked, almost worried for her friend's sanity.
"It's international waters! They'll never find the body if I do, they'll never find me either. Don't see why not, this is a good opportunity that shouldn't be wasted." Amy explained, cracking her knuckles. Beca laughed in disbelief.
"Okay, right, you're willing to become a convicted criminal because it seems like a 'good opportunity'? Eh, that's nice." Beca grinned sarcastically before leaning back and retrieving a sleeping mask from her pocket.
"You can close the window if you'd like." Chloe smiled sweetly as she caught Beca before she went to sleep.
"It's fine, trust me." She smiled in response. Chloe rested her hand on Beca's, which lay across her stomach, and gripped it.
"Please. It's fine." She assured her. Beca stared at Chloe, bewildered. She slowly began to nod, and turned to the window to slide the plastic shutter across the glass and block out all daylight. Before putting on the mask, she turned to stare a Chloe, wearing the same bewildered expression. Chloe was one of her closest friends; one of her favourite Bellas. But she could be creepily kind at times. Nevertheless, Beca continued to place the sleeping mask over her eyes to catch a nap. She hopped that the rest of the Bellas had noticed there was another seven hours of this crap left.