"Amyyyy where are we going?! And why on earth did you make us wear these outfits?" An apathetic Beca asks.
"Shortstack, how many times do I have to tell you?! We're incognito!" The blond gestures to their matching trench coat, hat and glasses.
"Amy, the only things we're missing is a hoverboard and an almanac and we'd be straight off the set of back to the future 2" the singer throws her arms up helplessly as she lets them fall back to her sides with a smack. "In no way is this incognito. We stick out like a sore thumb"
"One more negative word out of you, Shawshank, and you'll have more than a sore thumb when I'm done with you"
The two share a staredown. As usual, the brunette is the first to concede.
"Ames," she sighs.
"Beca, listen. We've both just broken our contracts and there are no doubt a lot of powerful people who want our heads at the moment. And unlike you, Shortstack, my head is my money maker"
Beca frowns. "I'll try not to read too much into that comment thanks, Amy"
"Can you just trust me?! We don't need people recognising us and tipping off the paps"
"Exactly! This outfit screams look at me, look at me!"
"See now you understand, my little apprentice. That's exactly what we want! Cause no one in their right mind is going to think that Beca Effing Mitchell would ever be seen wearing an outfit like this"
"Ok, but why does that seem logical?"
"Why do you always have to doubt Auntie Patricia?"
"Ew. Gross. Please never refer to yourself like that again"
"Well I hate to admit it John, but it seems as if you're right"
"I'm always right Gail, that's just what happens when you're a man"
The blond co-host rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
"Do you even know what I'm referring to, John?"
"Well of course not, Gail, I never know what you're on about. I just smile and nod and hope that it comes across like I'm listening" the graying man smirks.
"I'm honestly not surprised, John. But if you were ever going to choose a moment to listen up you best be picking this moment because boy, do I have some juicy gossip for you"
The man adjusts himself so he's sitting upright in his leather chair.
"Well, that's not surprising cause there are only ever two things to come out of your mouth Gail and that's gossip or..."
"John, you better not finish that sentence!"
"What?! I was going to say saliva. Because you are definitely a say it and spray it type of lady, Gail. I can never let my guard down when I'm sitting near you because everything could be all smooth sailing and then BAM! A missile to the eye!"
"You're lucky John, you're lucky"
"Why what did you think I was going to say?"
The woman just shakes her head disapprovingly.
"Anyways, on with the story! Our Beca Mitchell, Grammy award-winning, raise to fame child that we created, John, has run off the set of the Bachelorette"
"I told you, Gail! I told you!"
"I can't believe I'm saying this, John, but yes you did. You're probably the only one that saw this coming"
"I'm not the only one who's seen you coming though am I, Gail?"
"John!" the blond reaches over and slaps her co-host's arm as he snickers.
"The Bachelorette representatives have reached out to us here at Good Morning America to entrust the help of our fellow Americans. If you see either of these women"
Two pictures come into the frame. Beca's mugshot from when Amy got her arrested. And a picture of Amy in her Barden Bellas outfit holding a red trophy with her teeth gritted.
"Please contact ABC as soon as possible. All their contact information can be seen on tv now"
"Amy, we're screwed," the brunette says as she slouches further into the booth at the back of the quiet cafe and pulls her hat further down her face.
"You should be happy, Shawshank. Your most prized possession is on tv for everyone to see"
"Amy, I don't know how many times I have to tell you this but I am not proud that you got me arrested"
"Well, you should be!"
Beca was about to respond when the sound of shoes on the tiled floor stops her.
"Amy?" A scruffy, brunette man whispers.
"Oh, Bumper, thank god! What took you so long?"
"What are you wearing?" The man frowns as he looks the Australian up and down.
"What is with everyone's judgement on our outfits today? Geez, you lot are harder to impress than my niece at her last birthday party. The wiggles even made an appearance and she still wasn't happy…"
"Ames, you're an only child?" Beca looks at her sceptically.
"Ahhh… Yeah! But it sounded good in my head" the blond shrugs her shoulders.
"Fat Amy, can we maybe talk in private?"
"Ahhh…"
Bumper sighs. "Why were you screening all my calls? I can't tell you how excited I was to see your name finally pop up on my phone again"
"Listen, Bumper Rumper..."
The brunette witnessing the exchange mimics the nickname inaudibly as she looks at the two feeling confused and slightly nauseous.
"It's nothing personal, you just can't tame a beast like me. I'm a ferocious lion, you'd know, we've been intimate..."
The brunette man nods in agreement.
"I'm sorry but I'm only on the third of my nine lives and I just don't want to be tied down. But that's not even important right now. Did you bring me the goods?"
Bumper hands over a manilla folder and holds onto it a little longer than necessary when Amy tries to take it.
"C'mon, Bumper!" Amy pulls the folder with a little more force.
"I could lose my job over this, Fat Amy"
"Oh hush, trust me! Even if I get caught I won't rat on you, I promise. I'm like a locked vault when it comes to secrets"
"Pfft, yeah Disney's vault maybe. It opens every now and again but every time it does it's always for something big" Beca whispers but the Australian hears and sends her a death stare.
"Amy, seriously? Again? Where are we going? You know I hate being left in the dark!" Beca groans as they walk around yet another corner.
The duo has been walking for the past 30 minutes. Fat Amy had promised that they were taking a shortcut back to where they were meeting their driver and yet they have somehow found themselves just out of town. All the houses look similar with their white picket fences and American flags out the front. They come to a stop outside a particular house with the matching white picket fence but with a rainbow flag adorning the flag pole. The taller friend turns towards her shorter friend and braces her hands on the brunette's shoulders.
"Bec, you're my best friend. I'd do anything for you to be happy. Including ruin a perfectly good tv franchise that will probably ruin the rest of my hosting career…"
"Ames, I'm so sorry! I'll make it up to you, I promise"
"No Bec, let me finish"
Beca nods her head and tried to zip her lips shut with the hand motion but it's kind of awkward giving their closeness.
"You're more important to me than all of that! Hell, I even had to tuck my tail between my legs and reach out to the most loyal of my boy toys on the crew to do something that's probably very illegal". The blond grimaces when she sees the unimpressed glare the singer is sending her way.
"But by some miracle Bumper pulled through and if my calculations are correct then that house…" Amy takes her left hand off Beca's shoulder and points to the house their standing in front of. "Is the house of one Chloe Beale"
"What?!"
The blond turns back around to her best friend and places her hand back on the shoulder in front of her.
"Go get your girl, Beca Effin' Mitchell" Amy's smile is soon reciprocated and the next thing she knows is that she's being pulled in for a tight hug.
"Ames, I don't know what to say!"
"Well, you better think quick, Shawshank, cause the po po might be called on us soon if we keep standing outside houses dressed like this" she motions to their incognito outfits.
"Dude, you expect me to win Chloe back while I'm wearing this? Couldn't you have reevaluated the outfit choice?"
"Well, at least you know she must really love you if she does take you back" the blond shrugs and the brunette rolls her eyes.
Beca can feel the beads of sweat pooling in her palm as she curls her hand into a fist and brings it to rest on the brown wood in front of her. She inhales deeply.
"One… Two… Ready… Go"
She brings her fist slightly back then sends it forward until it collides with the wood. She repeats it a little firmer. Then again one more time and takes a small step back.
The faint sound of feet moving behind the door gets louder and louder until it stops. Next comes the clicking of metal as the chain slides out of its holder. Then she hears it, the voice that has been replaying in her mind for the past 24 hours.
"That was the quickest pizza deliver…" Chloe's voice hitches once the door is fully open and ocean blue eyes meet watery storm blue.
"Bec?"
AN:
Sorry for being MIA again! I hope everyone is doing well. This is a short chapter but if I added the next bit then it would've been really long and then I wouldn't have updated for awhile yet. Hopefully the next chapter will be up quicker than this one was lol.
Also! I heard Australia's next Bachelorette is Bi and that she will have both men and women in her season! Ah! So exciting! Well done Australia *clap* *clap*