Hey guys!
Sorry for the late. Well, we had Carnival (Brazilian holiday) and my internet just died, so I couldn't update. Sad days, sad days...
So, the other day, I just found this Facebook writers group, and people there look so smart, for some unknown reason... I'm not really into Facebook, but I kinda liked that. If you're in the group, I guess we'll see each other there, or not, cause I don't really participate, haha.
Anyway, here I am with a new chap!
"No beer for me tonight." Beca said when Chloe offered her a bottle.
She had gone to Chloe's apartment, where Bumper and Amy were already waiting for her. They were watching reprises of ANTM and eating Chinese food. Best. Saturday night. Program. Ever. Of course, sarcastically speaking.
"Why not, short stack?" Bumper asked – he was already on his third bottle.
"I'm driving, garden gnome." She explained.
"Why the hell did you drive here?" Amy gave her a confused look.
"Because I came straight from work."
"You got a work?" Chloe smiled and gave her a coke can.
"A little something at a small record label." Beca shrugged.
"Let me know when you do something for real." Bumper said, his eyes focused on the TV.
"Thanks, Bumper." Beca raised her coke at him.
"Chloe said you guys had sex the last time we hung out together." Beca said casually, after a while.
"No I didn't." Chloe gave Beca a warning look. "Beca is high, she doesn't know what she's talking about."
"I'm not on drugs." Beca narrowed her eyes at Chloe. "Is it true?" she asked Bumper and Fat Amy.
"Yep," Bumper nodded bored. "We had sex." Chloe and Beca looked shocked at each other.
"Yeah, a passionate night filled with desire, lust, loud screaming and…"Fat Amy was cut by a looking sick Beca.
"Okay, that's enough." She frowned. "Are you guys a thing now?"
"Only because we had sex it doesn't mean we have to get married." Bumper gave her a stop-being-so-idiot look. "We live in the twenty first century, for God's sake. Wake up already, bitch."
Beca knew it wasn't possible, but something about the way Bumper had said that made her really think he could be right at some point. She shook her head trying to blow this thought away.
"So you're saying it was a one night stand?" Chloe asked.
"Eh… Not exactly." Amy shrugged.
"You slept together again after that?" Chloe frowned confused.
"Not after." Bumper just said.
"Then what…?" Beca stared at them, and finally realized what they meant. "Holy shit. Since when?"
"Uh," Bumper focused himself trying to remember. "Senior prom. Once in a while ever since." He answered.
"Jesus Christ." Chloe leaned back on the couch. She had lost the ability of blinking.
"Yeah, college dorm, my place, his place." Fat Amy listed.
"Chloe's uncle beach house." Bumper added.
"What?" Chloe asked out loud. "You two…" she closed her eyes, focusing on her breathing, letting the air in and out. In. And out.
"Back of my old car." Bumper ignored Chloe's dramatic scene.
"Wait. What car?" Beca asked. Bumper no longer had a car. He had a stupid Harley now and thought was the coolest guy with it. And with that leather jacket he loved to wear. He looked ridiculous with it, by the way.
"College days blue Civic."
"Oh my God!" Chloe yelled. "You gave me a ride on that car! More than once!"
Beca shook her head, trying to get all that information out of her system. Ignorance was such a sweet thing.
Then, her cell phone rang.
"Saved by the bell." She took it as an excuse to stand up and get away from her friends.
"I hope you sterilized those seats after you… had fun together." Beca heard Chloe saying as she walked to the kitchen for some silence.
She looked at the screen and frowned for a moment.
"Hey, Cam. What's up?" she asked as she picked up the phone.
"Beca, I'm locked at a bathroom, I just ran away from my boyfriend, my best friend vanished, Jesse doesn't know I'm here, and I had no one else to call." Camille spilled on the phone, not stopping once for breathing.
"Cam, slow down." Beca pressed her phone on her ear, covering the other one with her free hand to hear better. "I couldn't understand a single thing you said. Where are you? The sound is terrible."
"I'm at this party. And things just got out of control." Camille said, her voice failing, she was probably holding her tears. "And I need your help." She said so low Beca almost missed it.
"Text me the address." Beca said without thinking twice. She got out the kitchen and grabbed her bag. "I'm coming." She waved to her looking confused friends and shut Chloe's front door before the phone call was finished. She didn't even bother explaining to her friends. There was no time for that.
She found the address Camille had sent to her phone. It was a big house, large yard which was at the moment filled with drunk teenagers making stupid things. Beca parked a few houses away from that disturbing mess, afraid some idiot could do something to her car.
She went to the entry, ignoring the girl throwing up on the grass, the half-naked guy dancing with a palm tree and the person on a freaking weird beaver costume watering everyone with a garden hose. Someone would get in so much trouble with his or her parents later, she thought.
When she walked through the door, a guy blocked her way.
"Hello, sexy." he said as he leaned to her. He put his arm around her shoulders. "You know, I have a weakness for older chicks."
Beca felt his alcohol breathe and frowned disgusted.
"You keep your hand on me one more second and I'll take your eyeballs off your face. With my nails." She said sharp.
"Aggressive type." He got his face closer. "I like that." He whispered on her ear.
Beca rolled her eyes. She held one finger of the hand on her shoulder and twisted it merciless. The boy screamed like a girl. She pressed his finger even more after a moment and the boy begged her to stop. She sighed and loosened her grip, letting the boy go.
"Teenagers are so ridiculous." She said to herself.
Beca asked a girl where the bathroom was and she pointed at a door. It was locked from the inside. She knocked.
"Cam? Are you in there?" she called.
A second later, the door opened and a blonde teenager was hugging Beca, burying her face on the brunette's shoulder.
"Hey," Beca said softly. "Let's get out of here."
"Ugh! It's my brother. Why is he calling? He was supposed to be on a date with Aubrey." Cam muttered from the passenger seat of Beca's car when she took a look at the screen of her phone. She ignored the call and wrapped the jacked Beca had lend her tighter around her.
"Aren't you gonna take it?" Beca asked, her eyes on the road. Camille had briefly explained all the happenings of her night. She didn't give much details, Beca didn't bother asking further either.
"Can't. He doesn't know about the party." Camille sighed.
"He's probably worried about you."
"I know. He treats me like I'm seven, not seventeen." Cam leaned her head to the closed window. "And since he started dating Aubrey, he got worse."
"You really don't like her, do you?"
"Is there something to like about her?" she stared at Beca with an eyebrow raised. "Besides, I don't think she is Jesse's soulmate."
"Oh my God." Beca laughed loud. "Soulmate? All those stupid movies your brother made you watch turned you into a romantic moron."
"Well, not everyone could be heartless sceptics like you." Camille closed her eyes. "I like to think that there's someone out there just right for you. He may not be perfect, but he will be perfect enough for you. What's wrong about it?"
"Okay, all the respect I once had for you is completely gone. You better shut up before I kick you out of my car."
"You wouldn't do that. You're a nice person."
"Keep thinking that, lunatic." Beca rolled her eyes. "If you don't call your brother, I'm calling him myself."
"What? No, you can't do this Beca!" Camille said loudly. She straightened herself and put her hand on Beca's arm immediately, a little stronger than she intended.
"Hey, look out, smartass. You want us to have a car accident?"
"You can't call my brother, he doesn't know anything." Camille panicked.
"Chill, romantic bitch. I'm not turning you in." Beca defended herself. "I'll figure something, don't worry. At least we should let him know where you are."
She parked her car in front of her building.
"Come on." Beca rubber Cam's shoulder. "Let's get some rest. It's been a long night." She said as she got out of the car.
Camille sighed and got out as well. She was so glad she'd decided to call Beca.
Yes, folks, she called Beca. Look forward for the next chapter, I'm kinda proud of it.
Hmmm... so, I'm running out of ideas. I know Cam is getting in trouble again (not sure of what), I have a few short scenes in my head, but I just need more. If you guys could help me... Let me know what you would like to see, anything counts. Like, Stacie is actually Beca's cousin; Aubrey and Beca run across each other at the market; Bumper gets a job as Santa; whatever you think of, just tell me (neither of these things are probably happening).
As a fellow FF writer once 'said': Review, cause reviews are like drugs for the writer.
PS: If you said that, let me know, cause I truly respect you. You are awe-some.