A/N: So I really enjoyed the movie, Pitch Perfect, despite my doubts on how good it would be. My favourite part, however, happened to be about five seconds long. Five seconds, yet I could probably play it over and over. It was when Lilly started beat boxing with Donald. He told her she was good at it, then she told him in her tiny voice that NO ONE CAN HEAR that she sets "fires to feel joy." At this exact point I had a mini heart attack because I thought he wasn't going to hear her. But no, he hears her and tells her "that's adorable" and smiles. I think they are perfect, and I really wish there would have been more about them later. Tis the reason I am writing this ^-^ I hope you enjoy~! P.S. this is going to be a kind of sucky chapter because I'm trying to set up background.
The awkward tension filled the air and stifled the bus as the Treblemakers tried to fathom why they even helped the Bellas in the first place. If everyone was completely honest (which no one ever is), Bumper would most likely admit that he felt it was partially his fault in the first place for throwing a burrito at Fat Amy, and Jesse would say that he just wanted to be near Becca, and the other guys would probably say that they just followed along and really didn't give a damn. However, this was not the case, and the silence continued to suffocate everyone. I tried to find a place to sit on the bus…but it was harder than it seemed. Bumper had started up a hesitant conversation with Fat Amy, who he totally has a toner for (if you know what I mean), Becca was giving off an aura of pure "Stay the Hell away from me," Jesse was staring in a longing, sickening way at her, Chloe was in her own little world, and Aubrey…let's be honest…she's a bitch and I didn't really feel like being lectured. I felt a panic attack coming on, but then I heard the summoning of an angel, well, a beat-boxer anyway. Donald was driving the bus and I couldn't help but smile as he continued to beat-box, his head bobbing slightly back and forth. I crept up to the front of the bus and timidly sat to the side of the driver's seat. I couldn't help but stare at Donald…he was perfect. His face was soft, yet angular at the same time. His old man's glasses completed his hipster vibe and a person could definitely tell he had abs under that Urban Outfitters shirt. Even his personality was great. He wasn't an arrogant douche, yet he wasn't happy-go-lucky either. He seemed very chill; down to earth. As I continued to study his face, I started beat boxing along to him without noticing. He stopped and I mentally slapped myself. How could I be so stupid…he didn't want me to be up here….my thoughts trailed off as he looked at me and smiled, "you're good." I smiled and said the most stupid thing ever…not really thinking about it because he wouldn't be able to hear me anyway. "I set fires to feel joy." To my surprise he smiled even wider and in the warmest tone I've ever heard said, "That's adorable." I blushed and sat back. He heard me.
The Next Year
"Alright losers, the song we're choosing is," Becca pauses for effect, "We Are Young by Fun." I smirk and lean back in my seat, this should be entertaining.
Actually, it wasn't entertaining; it was painful on my ears. Due to the Bellas killer success, we had way more people turn up for auditions than we had planned, and a lot of them weren't any good. I put my earphones in and start listening to music, only to have my earphones tugged out ten minutes later. I turn my head sharply with a scowl on my face, but it quickly fades when I see whom it is. "Hi Donald," I say shyly in the quiet voice I despise.
He smiles brightly at me and sits down, slinging an arm over my shoulder. "Can you believe these guys?" He whispers to me. "I think they're all tone deaf." I giggle silently and nod in agreement. We pass the rest of the time beat boxing and laughing at stupid things and…for the first time in a long time I almost feel…normal.
After tryouts, the Bellas consisted of Becca, Fat Amy, Cynthia Rose, Stacie, Jessica, Ashley and Sam (the two new recruits), and me. We did the traditional ritual…leaving the part about not sleeping with Trebles of course, seeing that would be impossible for Becca. The new recruits seemed happy, which was good. Becca told everyone that practice started tomorrow and ordered everyone to bed. Everyone filed out, the girls chattering with each other. Jesse stopped by and picked up Becca, I watched them walk out…a longing ached in my chest. I shook my head and walked out, heading back to my dorm, alone.