Amy left her last class of the day and started heading back to her and Beca's dorm room. It was just after five o'clock and she was seriously wondering how Beca was handling the whole Chloe-date situation. She reached her dorm building and went up the two flights of stairs to get to her floor when she started to hear a lot of banging. Walking on to her hall she saw clothes and shoes being thrown out of a room and picked up her pace when she realized it was her and Beca's dorm room.
"Yo Shawshank what in the name of Vegemite are you doing!"
"Amy this is all your fault!"
Amy took a look around their room and noticed most of Beca's clothes (that weren't in the hallway) were scattered all over the floor and on her desk. Beca was in her closet now rummaging through all her stuff, tossing shirts and jeans over her shoulder as she did it.
Amy walked towards Beca and tried to still her movements but Beca wasn't having any of it. She shrugged off Amy's hand, mumbling something under her breath.
"Listen DJ Shorty, you gotta cut it out before all your clothes end up in the hallway."
Beca didn't stop throwing clothes as she responded to Amy. "Why would my clothes end up in the hallway?"
"Beca."
"Beca!"
"FOR THE LOVE OF ACAPELLA WOMAN STOP!"
Finally Beca ceased her movements and turned to look at with wide eyes. She looked around the room and towards the door where she saw half of her shoes and clothes had been thrown.
The two Bellas stood in silence, neither knowing quite exactly how to proceed. After about two minutes of complete silence Beca made a move to pick up her clothes of the floor and out of the hallway. Amy moved towards her bed and sat down waiting for Beca to finish.
Everything had been picked up but Amy still didn't know what to say. She was starting to feel like she shouldn't have texted the redhead if it was going to turn Beca into a crazy person.
"Ready to tell me why I walked into a recreation of the Wizard of Oz, Dorothy?"
"What?"
"I'm really glad I made your date a movie date, some pop culture could do you good."
"Amy, you really shouldn't have texted Chloe!"
"Why not? You like her. She likes you. Now you have a date."
"How do you know she likes me? She's probably just being nice." Beca started pacing back and forth through their dorm room.
Amy could tell she was starting to panic again but she couldn't help but how amusing the situation was. This really shouldn't be that big of a deal, people went on dates all the time. Why was Beca making this into a bigger deal than it has to be?
"Okay first of all, Ginger wants you and I mean bad. The sexual tension between you two in practice has you up on Stacie status. And second, what's the big deal, it's just a date, Shawshank."
Beca threw her hands in the air. "Just a date? Just. A date? It's not just a date, Amy! I really like her what if this all turns out shit? And dammit stop calling me Shawshank!"
Amy really couldn't help herself from laughing at Beca. She was beginning to become immensely amused by the whole situation now that Beca had calmed down…well sort of calmed down. "Beca. You're going. To the movies…you don't even have to talk to her. Just sit there and pay attention to the screen."
"But I hate movies! Of all the things you could have asked her to do you asked her to the movies?"
Amy at least had the decency to look embarrassed by asking Chloe to the movies. "So not the best plan I admit. I panicked okay? Trying to be you is a lot harder than I thought. You're this whole new form of awkward that I just can't do."
"You think! And hey! I'm not awkward, I'm just skittish around people."
"So cancel," Amy said shrugging it off.
"WHAT?" Amy swore Beca's eyes were about ten seconds from popping out of her eyes
"You're not gonna get laid if you keep freaking out so much so just cancel."
"This ISN'T about getting laid, Amy! What part of I really like her are you not getting?"
"Obviously the part where having a date with her is this horrible thing you have to freak out about."
"I'm just nervous okay? This is my way of coping."
"So you're going?"
"I don't really have a choice."
Those being her last words, Beca went back to searching for something to wear. Amy moved to lay down on her bed with her hands under her head and a smirk on her face. She really did like meddling and if Beca was going to freak out like this every time she did, she might just have to make a habit of screwing with the brunette more, she could feel guilty about it when she's dead.
Amy opened her phone to check the time. It was going on seven o'clock, which meant Beca only had an hour to get ready and go meet up with Chloe.
"It's nearly seven Shawshank. Better put some pep in your step."
Beca turned around to look at Amy. "Seriously? I wasn't even in the holding cell for an hour. Can we find a new nickname, please?"
Amy smiled with the most deceivingly innocent grin on her face before replying. "Chloe's bitch has a nice ring to it."
"I'll stick with Shawshank," Beca deadpanned.
"But seriously, Beca. You've got an hour to find something that will leave the redhead all hot and bothered."
Beca blushed at Amy's words. She knew it was pointless to point out the date wasn't about sex again so she just let it go.
"I found something to wear. I was just going to try and clean this up before I left out."
"But you haven't bought her flowers yet." Amy really should stop messing with Beca, but the look of shear panic on her face convinced Amy that it was all worth it.
"Flowers!" Beca's eyes really did look like they were about to pop out this time.
"It's a date, Beca. You can't expect to make her swoon if you don't get her a gift."
"Fine! I'll leave the mess for now. I'm going to get changed." Beca grabbed her clothes and headed out the door and down the hall to the bathroom.
Amy was on her phone when Beca got back from the bathroom. She had to give it to the DJ; she definitely knew how to dress for a date. Beca was in a pair of skinny jeans with a simple grey V-neck and a sleeveless cardigan. It was just the right amount of dressed up and casual
Beca started pulling on the collar of shirt. "How do I look?"
"Perfect, Shawshank. Ginger's not gonna know what hit her."
"I'm still nervous, what if I fuck this up?"
"You won't."
"But how do you know that?"
"Beca, you could give that girl a black eye and she'll still want to sleep with you. Just relax, you got this."
"I just don't want to do anything stupid and mess this up."
"You won't now leave before you're late."
Beca grabbed her wallet, phone, and keys and headed for the door. She turned back to see Amy already back on her phone.
"Hey, Amy?"
Amy looked up from her phone, "Yeah?"
"Thank you."
"Anything for my favorite DJ. Go get your girl, Shawshank."
Amy heard the door close and immediately went back to her phone. She searched through her recent contacts until she found the number she was looking for. Pressing the call button, Amy put the phone to her ear and waited for the person to pick up.
"Yo got Stacie, what can I do for you?"
"Hey Stace," Amy began with a devious grin on her face, "How would you like to go see a movie?"
"I'm down for anything that gets me out of this homework right now! What movie are we going to see?"
"Fast Six. I hear it's supposed to end with a bang."
God help her really because Amy really couldn't help herself. She really did love to meddle.
