Plot Summary: A series of snapshots of Donald and Lilly during Pitch Perfect. Most of it will be in Donald's POV. I adore this couple, there is so much potential. There will also be references to Beca and Jesse and the chapters will often feature other characters from this awesome movie.

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Eccentricity

It was the 2nd week in September, and Donald found himself at the library. There was no way he could get homework done in the Treble House. Bumper and the other guys were was too loud and he was easily distracted there. Besides, if he wanted to graduate at the end of the year with his 3.87 GPA, and win the ICCA's, he couldn't waste time playing Fifa World Cup.

Plus he liked the library. It was in this building with lots of study rooms that he could sit in peace. He had his computer and a few books for Business Management. He headed to his normal room, a bit farther away from everyone else but with awesome acoustics. It was small, but no one was ever really in it. Smiling, he beat boxed Michael Jackson's Beat It as he walked in, only to see that it was already taken.

He was about to walk out before he did a double take. He knew that girl. She was the quiet Asian who auditioned. She had this pretty soprano voice. It wasn't boisterous like Chloe's or commanding like Aubrey's, it was simple.

"Hey," he said, "Mind if I sit here?"

She shrugged. She was listening to something. Well, good enough sign, at least she wouldn't talk to him. And he really didn't want to go find another room. Silently he sat and pulled his books out. His paper on stagflation in the 1970's being compared to the current recession wasn't going to write itself.

Time passed and the two silently worked on their papers and homework assignments. He needed a break. For a moment, he just stared at her. From what he could tell, the girl (he couldn't remember her name, but seriously, no one remembers the newbies names) was working on calculus 230. He remembered taking that class and it wasn't easy. So, she was smart, if a tad eccentric. She was wearing a lime green sweater with long orange necklaces and converse. So yeah, weird. Then again, he was wearing hipster glasses with a rather mismatched outfit, so who was he to judge?

He pulled out an apple from his bag. He was starving. Seriously, he looked at the time on his computer. They had been sitting in this room for 3 hours. Dang it, he was hungry. He pulled out an apple from his bag. Yes, he was a bit of a health nut. But his body appreciated it.

"I put a razor in your apple." The quiet and now apparent psychotic said to him as he went to take a bite.

He just looked at her in shock. "Um okay, why?" It was the only response he could think of.

Now it was her turn to look confused; "You can hear me?"

Donald gave this girl a look, really? What, so she was a tad quieter than most. Didn't she know that to beat box you had to find the base line, and it wasn't always dominate in a song? Besides, accapella requires you to have a good ear. Seriously, it looked like Aubrey wasn't doing a great job with these girls. When it became apparent that she wasn't going to answer, he figured he might as well ask.

"So why a razor?" He tried to keep his voice cool and calm.

"You slept with Kori and now she isn't a Bella."

Oh yeah, that. He had been dancing with Kori at initiation night and she had invited him back to her apartment. They had ended up in bed, and it was okay. Aubrey must have noticed them leaving because that morning, she had shown up as he was leaving and told Kori that she was no longer welcome with the Bellas. Needless to say, Kori was not talking to him.

"What can I say, I'm irresistible." He joked and the girl just kept staring at him. Donald guessed he had to explain a bit, "She knew what she was doing. Not my fault she didn't think Aubrey wouldn't kick her out."

"You could have told her," the girl rebutted.

"Yeah, I could have," he said. And yes, a part of him felt guilty, but Kori was a sophomore. She knew that the oath was a serious business. She obviously knew what she wanted, and it was apparently him. "Look, I told her I was sorry."

"Really?" She looked surprised.

"Yes. So has Aubrey put a price out for my head?" He said trying to change the subject.

"No, she just reminded us we can't be penetrated by a Treble. She didn't say anything about biting though." The girl said and then looked shocked. She blushed a dark red and put her hands over her face. It was adorable. Donald couldn't believe she just said that.

"Well, I do like biting when the occasion calls for it." Hey if she threw him a bone, he had to retaliate. "Are you going to take your hands off of your face?"

She shook her head.

"Come on, that was adorable. What's your name?"

She mumbled something. When it became clear she wasn't going to remove her hands, Donald chose to do it for her. He reached across the table, placed his hands on her wrists and pulled them away from her face. She had beautiful eyes. They were huge, giant and full of expression. She looked embarrassed, but he could tell there was a spark of mischievousness as well.

"I'm Donald." He told her, "What's your name?"

"My name is Lilly." She told him quietly. Lilly, it was a nice name. A pretty name for a pretty girl. "Can you take your hands off my wrists now please?"

Silently, he lifted his hands off of hers. They just looked at each other for a moment before Lilly smiled at him and began to pack up. She put her calculus book and notebook back in her Indiana Jones satchel. Nodding to him, she started to leave.

Donald spoke as she was leaving, "You didn't really put a razor in my apple, did you?"

She laughed and turned back to him, "That's for me to know and you to find out. Have a good day." And with that she left.

Donald shook his head and ran his fingers around the apple. He took a bite, and sure enough, he did not see a razor. Seems Lilly just wanted to mess with him. He'd have to see, well, two could play at that game. One thing was sure. He'd have to study with her again. This was going to be interesting year.