Setting: around 4-5 years after Barden Bellas won the competition

I add some OCs.. Enjoy! (And reviews would be great too ;))

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Chapter 1 : Introduction

"I'm home!"

Silence.

"Mom? Dad?"

No answer.

"I rarely come home and when I do no one is here. Great. Just great."

Donald opened his bedroom door. It looks just like how he left them. "Time for a deep sleep." And he dozed off.

There are sounds of people laughing downstairs. Now someone is home, he thought. He force himself to get out of his bed. 3 hours. He managed to get a good sleep for 3 hours.

"I knew the laugh comes from you, Delia." Donald speak as he got down the stairs.

"Donald! Oh my god! You are home! Why didn't you call?"

"Do I really need to call to get home?"

"Well no but if you didn't you might end up just like now. Alone."

"I slept. Its good. After hours of flight."

"As you say, little brother. Come hug your sis."

"Geez." Donald leans in and hug her.

Delia pushed him "Go get dressed. My friend is coming."

"Its just A friend. Just another girl. It doesn't affect anything if I stay in my room, right?"

"Donald, stop being a gynophobic please? Get over it. You are sitting with us for dinner. Besides, she is staying here for a week so don't tell me you will be in your bed for the whole week."

"Just go and get dressed, young man. " Donald's mother took a quick peck on his cheek.

"I am going, mom. But save the basement for me. For the whole week." His voice sounded strict.

"An exchange? You've never changed, bro. Fine. I will not enter the basement."

Donald took himself up the stairs. His legs feels heavy. He doesn't want to meet anyone except his family. He is not in the mood.

Half an hour later, he is sitting in the living room, in a simple t-shirt and plaid coat, jeans, with his headphones blasting some rock music. And he also wears specs.

Without turning around, he blurted out "New perfume, sis? Your obsession never stops, did they?"

"Aww, so good to have a brother that knows a lot about you! Yes this is a new one! Chanel, loved them! Is that your new specs?"

"Yeap."

"I always wanted to burn your specs collection. Just to see your reaction."

"I will burn all your cologne and perfumes if you did that."

"You can't burn perfumes. "

"Right, they have alcohol in those."

The door bell rang.

"And now I am off to the commode."

"Don't you dare." His sister pulled him to the front door.

"Hey! Thanks for coming! Oh yes, meet my brother, Donald!"

"Hey my name is-" the girl voice broke off.

"You are Stacie." Donald found himself speaking.

"The guy at the riff-off. The one I defeated. Nice to see you again."

"Heh. Trebles won. Didn't expect to see you here."

"They won, you lose, because you can't answer my song, remember? Jesse helped you."

"Wait. Both of you, went to Barden?" Delia pushed Donald away while pulling Stacie inside the house.

"Yes, we did. He is my senior though." Stacie replied.

Donald avoid any unnecessary questions at the dinner table. After that, all his family members sat at the living room (they don't do dishes, they have maids) and talk with Stacie. Donald just respond to the talk with smile, or tiny laugh. He still have jet lag and his pride was scratched by Stacie in front of his sister, so, he is not particularly in any mood.

Delia showed Stacie the guest room. It is downstairs, next to Delia's parents room. They say having a bed upstairs is tiring, so they switch the master bedroom downstairs, next to the guest room.

"Can't I sleep in your room?" Stacie asked Delia before she walks out of the room.

"You know I sleep naked, Stacie. Besides you are used to sleep alone in your apartment."

"In my apartment, Tobby accompany me.. You do know I have insomnia.."

"Well.. Can you pretend the pillow as your cat...? Hmm, or you can go to the library. Our library that I told you about."

"I am not fond of books."

"Me too, but trust me, those books, in there, are amazing. All of them. I hate reading but I love all the books in there."

"Guess your parents have a good taste in books."

"Wrong. Its my brother. That library belongs to Donald. Now, try to sleep. Good night Stacie! I'll see you first thing in the morning."

"Night, Delia."

2 hours passed since Delia left Stacie alone in the room. She still can't sleep. She decides to go to the library.

"Wait, where is the library?" Stacie talked to herself. She pushed her hair to the side. Still thinking.

"Ahh I remembered. That door near the living room. The basement."