Author's Note: This is an AU, sometimes OOC Pitch Perfect fanfiction. It's my first, so be gentle. :D Favorites and reviews are welcome, and the first chapter is soon to come! Many thanks to my Beta, cousin, and friend Steph (AngelusDeNex) for helping me with this.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Pitch Perfect.

Prologue

Jessica's POV

It felt like this was the hundredth time I checked my phone in the past two hours. Luckily for me, Aubrey was too preoccupied with yelling at Beca to notice me as I replied to my aunt's texts. I wished the Bella's rehearsal would end already so I could check on her. I definitely didn't like the idea of some creepy plumber over at her house without my uncle being there.

"Jessica!" Aubrey shouted.

"Yes? I asked, avoiding all eye contact I possibly could. No use in baiting her even more. She could be vicious enough on a regular basis, but when angry, she was downright psychotic at times.

"Something distracting you?" Aubrey's eyes were narrowed with suspicion and frustration as she neared me with clicking heels, her fists clenched.

"No, I just...nevermind."

"Ugh!" She groaned and spun around, rubbing her temples. "Alright, ladies, rehearsal is over. I expect to see you here on the same time Thursday."

About time. I thought.

"What?!" Beca's voice rang out in the room, shocked. "But we only have rehearsal once a week!" Aubrey snorted.

"Well until you all get this choreography, we're doubling our rehearsal time. Keep complaining, and I triple it." The groans of the Bella's chorused as we all left.

As I walked to my car I sent a quick text, letting my aunt know I was on my way.

Once at the house, I sighed impatiently when I realized I left my key in my room this morning, and rapped my fist against the door sharply. When my aunt didn't answer, I hunted around the porch, eventually finding the spare key under a flower pot, and let myself in.

"Aunt Emily?" I called out. I was met with silence.

"Maybe she's just taking a nap in her room." I mumbled to myself, creeping up the stairs. As I made my way to her bedroom I could smell a faint, horrid scent coming from the adjoined bathroom. Opening the door, I was nearly knocked out by the putrid stench. Inside, I could hear my aunt moving around. I pulled my shirt collar over my nose and peered inside.

"Aunt Emily?" I called out softly, trying not to startle her.

"Jessica!" my aunt exclaimed. "I thought you'd never get here; just ignore the mess." She told me as she turned to face me, only to lose her footing and fall into the slimy mess, landing with a sickening splatter.

"I thought the plumber was supposed to fix it?" I cringed, rushing over to help her. She shook me off, trying to avoid getting the grime on me.

"He was, but obviously didn't." she sighed, precariously getting up from the floor, all the while trying not to touch anything.

"I can see that!" I rolled my eyes and folded my arms across my chest.

"Let me just clean this up and jump in the shower. When I get out you can help me do some baking." She grinned, walking to the bathroom, her arms held away from her sides.

"Course." I grinned, backing toward the door. "I'll be in the living room."

About an hour later Aunt Emily finally made her way downstairs. I turned off the TV and sauntered after her into the kitchen. This quality time with my aunt was well needed. I'd been far too busy with Bella rehearsal to have anytime to relax.

"People at school have been complaining about the sewage, too. Some say their's isn't as bad as yours, and some say it's even worse." I leaned against the counter, watching my aunt bustle around the kitchen as she gathered flour, water, and salt. She hummed, raising an eyebrow.

"Odd. I guess plumbers are gonna be very busy soon." She laughed quietly, pouring flour on the counter. "Got any homework?" I rolled my eyes, sighing, handing her the bowl of water.

"Unfortunately." She took it, nodding her thanks, and deftly mixed the water and flour in a bowl.

"On?" She glanced up at me, grinning wryly.

"I gotta do a stupid report on how the nearby factories are dumping waste into the water." I shrugged. "Well make sure you do it. Here. Start kneading this." She shook some dough on the counter after sprinkling flour on the marble.

"Alrighty. Best be getting to it after this." She grinned, and laughed at my groans of distaste.