Author's Note
Heyyy! So I am accepting suggestions for prompts and ideas as of NOW. It would be great to hear from you guys so please leave a review!
I thought Emily's character in the movie was so adorable and so I've decided to include her in this chapter too. Let me know what you guys think, honestly, reviews would be very much appreciated :)
Once again, I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters. Although I really wish I did so I could end everyone's misery and make Bechloe canon.
I hope you like this chapter; I, personally, enjoyed writing this one :P
"She Isn't Much of a Gymnast"
"See, that looks okay…"
Amy stands back nodding her head holding her hand out, palm facing up, demanding what she thinks is a well-deserved high five from Stacie who, deciding to ignore the Australian, can only let out a defeated whimper.
The last time they were asked to take care of Emily, Fat Amy decided that it would be funny to challenge Emily to a 'Chubby Bunny' contest which didn't end very well because it turned out the marshmallows were coconut flavour and Legacy happens to be allergic to coconut. Nonetheless, it ended with Emily throwing up and her face swelling which meant that she had to be rushed to the hospital. It was fair to say that Chloe was indeed, very, very angry and Fat Amy didn't make the situation better by insisting Emily now really looked like a chubby bunny with her swollen face. After two weeks of silent treatment from Chloe, Fat Amy decided that it was worth it because it was the only thing that made Emily laugh at the time.
"We. Are. Dead. Meat," Stacie mutters, her words coming out muffled as she buries her face in her hands.
Emily sits back on their living room couch making clicking noises with her tongue and the roof of her mouth like she's been doing so for the past hour as she watched the Bellas rush around the house shouting at each other, then at her, then at each other again.
Her right leg is propped up on the coffee table, wrapped in three layers of kitchen roll and cling film. She looks down curiously and her eyes dart from her leg to the older girls stood in front of her before letting out a cheery "Eyyuup!" and high fiving Amy much to Stacie's displeasure.
"Stop!" Stacie screeched. "Look here, Legacy, Amy," by now the two had ended their short celebratory cheers and had strapped on their serious faces. "Beca and Chloe are going to be home in ten minutes and if we don't get out crap together a.s.a.p., your beloved parents will have our vocal chords ripped out using their own hands, no wolves needed! When they get home, Amy will explain-"
"Woah! Woah! Why do I have to explain anything?!"
"Well, who dared her to do a cartwheen UP the fucking stairs?"
Amy crashed down next to the 16 year old who decided to keep her mouth shut this time. She thought it was for the best.
"Okay, fine. But I'm putting some of the blame on Legacy stupid."
Emily knitted her eyebrows together but once again, decides to keep her lips tightly zipped.
"If it's alright with you two, the cling film's sort of cutting off my blood circulation and I think you'd be getting more than your vocal chords ripped out of they come home to a daughter with an amputated leg," Emily grins letting out a light chuckle.
Five minutes later, the three Bellas hear Chloe and Beca unlocking the front door causing all of them to run around the living room (except Emily, of course, because duh) and it seems as if the "Let's Just Be Reasonable Adults And Take Responsibility" option has been ruled out and replaced by the "Let's Not Say Anything Until They Ask" option.
"Turn the TV on!" Stacie whispers loudly, frantically pointing at the remote control on the coffee table.
Fat Amy attempts to dive for the remote control and obviously doesn't achieve this without hitting her knee on the glass surface during the course. She presses the "on" button and sits beside Emily cursing under her breath as she nurses her knee.
"Hey! We're back! Are you okay? What are you watching?" Chloe cheerfully rushes in to see the girls who were sat uncomfortably faking smiles and 'hey's. Beca followed shortly after carrying grocery bags.
Stacie slips her gaze towards the TV screen, "It's… ah… a movie, documentary about… dolphins."
Fat Amy and Emily nod their heads in a supporting manner.
"It's heart-warming, really," Fat Amy adds.
Stacie and Emily exchange awkward glances as Chloe bubbles on about how she's bought more of Emily's favourite cookies.
"Hey! You seem so tense," Chloe motions for Fat Amy to move aside so she could sit next to the brunette whilst Beca put the groceries away but the Australian chooses to pretend to not see this and keeps her eyes on the screen.
Chloe stands confused before waving a hand across Amy's face.
"Amy, budge, lemme sit down."
"Eehh…" Amy says, closing one eye as she debates whether she should argue with Chloe or not. She decided not to and moves aside.
Chloe finally sits down and Emily finds herself making sure that her pyjama bottoms covered the wound across the side of her knee. Until Chloe not-so-lightly places her hand on her leg, receiving a deafening scream from the brunette.
"Oh my God! What the hell?" Chloe jumps away from Emily before placing a hand on her back as the brunette bends forward, the pain shooting through her leg.
Chloe quickly observes from her actions where the source of the pain was and quickly lifts her pyjama up to reveal the long cut, 3 band aids stuck clumsily on it.
"Mom, it was my fault," Emily begins, her voice slightly quivering.
Chloe puts her finger up to stop her from saying anymore.
"Look, Chlo," Amy stands up backing away from Chloe. She didn't need to look at her to know that Chloe was probably narrowing her eyes as she begins to see red.
"We were gone for exactly three hours…" Chloe huffs, rising to her feet as she crosses her arms in front of her.
Beca walks in with a cereal bar, coming to a sudden stop as she detects the heated tension between the girls.
"Oh-kay. What's going on here?" Beca asks as she takes a big bite from her cereal bar.
"Well you see, we thought-"
"We?" Stacie interrupts.
"Okay," Amy sighs, "I thought that it would be funny to dare Legacy to do a cartwheel up the stairs-"
Chloe's heard enough.
"UP THE STAIRS?" She screeches. "In what universe would that ever be funny?!"
"I know, I know! Now I realise that it was stupid," Amy says, rolling her eyes. "I'll pay for the hospital stuff. But to be honest, it doesn't even look that bad, Chlo."
"Oh my aca- not that bad?!" Chloe shrieks. "Beca, are you hearing this?"
Beca places her cereal bar on the counter and stands next to Chloe, sliding an arm around her waist.
"The real question is," Beca responds. "Did she land the cartwheel?"
All the girls laughed except Chloe who digs her elbow into Beca's side in annoyance. But she would've been lying if she said that it was easy to keep a straight face.
"Well, she is your daughter," Fat Amy finally says, recovering from the laughing fit.
"She didn't land the cartwheel did she?"
"Nope."
