White Shirts and Knee Boots
"How do they know? How do they always know?"
The question was posed to the ceiling as Fat Amy and Cynthia Rose stood guard over the Trebles in the hot tub. The boys had just gotten into the hot tub for their weekly meeting. It was supposed to be a variable day and time so things like this did not happen. Not the least of which is they did not want to advertise that the entire group got into a single hot tub, naked, and had really bad porn on the TV. They weren't embarrassed it was just something they didn't advertise. Unfortunately, the Bellas just seemed to know when the boys were at their most vulnerable. And understandably were unwilling to even mock battle with C-Rose and Fat Amy in this state.
Stacie, Ashley, and Jessica were upstairs going through every room. If the footsteps heard above were correct. They were either looking for something or leaving something. That thought caused terror in each of the men sitting in the hot tub. Just then the three girls came downstairs; each carrying a black backpack stuffed with something. Ok, that answered the question.
"We've got it, but still missing two." Stacie said to Cynthia and Fat Amy.
"We'll figure it out later," Fat Amy answered. "See ya around Trebles and thank you for your contribution." The girls filed out the Treble house with triumphant expressions and ground eating strides.
"Do we even want to know what they were after?" Hat asked.
"We don't think about it unless you realize something is missing," answered Jesse, who decided to take a zen-like attitude toward the event. "Then we can figure out the why."
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Two weeks later, as the Trebles were watching the Bella's performance at semi-finals, they had their answer. Jesse marveled, as always, just how Beca managed to layer music that was most definitely NOT supposed to mesh into a cohesive set; that spit out something so different than any of the original artists intended.
Really?
Mary J Blige's You are My Everything, Rhianna's Disturbia, and of all crazy things Shania Twain's Man I Feel Like a Woman? And then end with the last harmonic of Girls?
They are NOT supposed to fit.
NOT.
And they are not supposed to look that sexy in their black dresses, knee boots, and yes, children those white button down shirts? Belong to every member of the Treblemakers. Ugh.
"I think we're supposed to be demoralized. But, all I can think is how hot they are and knowing that one of them is wearing my shirt. Which one is wearing MY shirt? I want that picture in my head."
Jesse didn't know who asked the question but all he could think was No, we're not supposed to be demoralized; we're supposed to be guessing which one is in our shirt.
They are evil women.
Evil.
Gotta hand it to them though; it was brilliant.
"Come on guys let's get backstage for our set," Hat said.
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As the Trebles were loitering backstage, the Bellas were coming off stage, one by one giving the Trebles a triumphant stare. Beca, the last to exit, just looked at Jesse and said "Good luck and maybe we'll think about returning your clothing later."
Whatever Zen-like state Jesse had found snapped. He turned on his heel and walked up to Beca forcing her to back into a nearby pillar still advancing until there was no room between them and one of her legs had moved to the outside of his.
"Rebeca Diana, when I start taking your clothes off, I am not stopping at my shirt," he growled. With his free hand, Jesse reached down, took the Bella scarf tied around her thigh like a garter and walked away stuffing the scarf in his pocket as he went.
"Okay, that was hot" Stacie said as the other Bellas wordlessly nodded their heads.