Hello! I just watched pitch perfect and it was fabulous, but the ending felt unfinished so YAY RESOLUTION! I have several ships in that movie so don't you dare think this will be the only story about it. This story is from Fat Amy's POV. I do not own Pitch Perfect nor am I connected with its producers, crew or cast.

Chapter 1

I still can't believe my sexy fat ass got into this party. Even if I sing like God, who would've thought that all these skinny aca-bastards and bitches would've let me show up?

Lookin around, none of them seem all that bad. Annoying, and pretty ugly, but not bad. Except maybe those two dorks off on the edge. The short shit and the turd pile...cute couple.

I watch them a little more. They look a bit sad. And bored. And obnoxious. Maybe my sexy fat ass can cheer them up. If I try they might buy me a drink. Fat Amy likes her drinks.

I walk up. "What are you two turdburgers talkin about?" The little white one shoos his friend away and puts on a constipated suave face. Not bad. I like a guy who can take charge.

He looks me up and down. "You are probably the grossest human being I've ever seen." I smirk. "You're no panty dropper yourself."

Sarcasm and insults right off the bat. Not too shabby for a little white man. Still, he's an asshole. I don't like him much, but at the same time I really do.

We chat a bit longer, then he offers me a sip of his drink. "No thanks, yours is probably poisonous since you're an asshole and all. But you could buy me my own," I tell him.

He smirks. "Nope. I don't have enough money to buy all the drinks you'll want."

I scoff. "Whatever. You're missing out on a fine piece of drunk ass." "Really? Where?"

Someone turns up the music in the center, and I scream. "YES! This is my jam!" I turn to him. "Do you know this, or has it not reached through your thick skull quite yet?" He shrugs. "Of course I know it, fatass. It's damn good." I nod. "Yeah, I think so too."

As it reaches the chorus, I leap up and spread my legs between two benches. "Yea music, come to mama!" I scream happily.

He glances up at me. "You're an idiot."

I glare at him. "If you're gonna insult me, do it right. I'm Fat Amy." He snorts into his cup. "Yeah you are."

"Oh, and what's your lovely name, Captain Pig-laugh?" He scowls. "Bmpr," he mumbles into the cup. I lean down. "Sorry, didn't hear that. Your stupid was in the way of my ears."

He glares at me. "My name's Bumper." I chortle, then see his face turn bright red and laugh harder. "Bumper? Is that a nickname you gave yourself for bumping into all these marvelous aca-bitches? No, I doubt that, you're probably still a virgin, since you're a douche and all."

I pump my arms wildly to the music, and he says something but I don't hear it. "Not listening, talk louder!" I yell to him.

He slaps my arm. "Gimme your number." I whirl at him. "Why would I do that? You're an asshole!" "Just give it to me."

I hop down. "No. I took an oath with the Bellas that I would not be sexual with any Treble members and I absolutely refuse to have anything to do with you."

"Then why are you talking to me?" "I dunno short shit, why?" He runs a hand through his air. "Because I'm spectacular and you couldn't resist me, of course."

I shrug. "Actually I just wanted to get drunk, and you looked desperate enough to help me."

He scowls. "Bitch, I dare you to challenge me." I grin. "Try it, short shit. I will kick your ass all the way back to its sorry mama."

He starts to walk away. "Watch your back, Fat Amy!" he shouts. I act frightened. "Aaaahhh, look out, it's the short singing white boy! I'm terrified of his puny ass!" He growls. "This isn't over. And I'm getting that number."

He turns away and begins walking, and I watch him travel down the row. "Good, 'cause I stuck it in your drink while you were being a dipshit," I shout. He freezes, and I turn and head back to my dorm.