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Summer craziness

My intentions for the story are as always a secret...so no hints...and remember...fanfiction isn't lame. it's a way of life that comes with shipping. so go ahead and push the boundaries. break the mold. write your little heart out.. most importantly...be you. ….im lame….And now back to the regularly scheduled program

The last few weeks of school flew by for everyone involved. Graduation was fast coming, and the bellas were going to be sure to be there to support their graduating members. They sat as close to the front as they could and cheered loudly when Chloe and Aubrey's names were called. Amy brought an air siren, and wasn't shy about using it. The dean shushed her from stage, but she kept setting it off.

The girls had been bugging their captains about a graduation party for weeks. They all wanted to know when and where it was so they could get their party on, but both captains had been tight lipped about it. After the ceremony the girls met up and exchanged hugs and congratulations, and Aubrey decided to spring the news.

"So I know you've all been inquiring about graduation parties for us, and now you get to find out what we're doing."

Stacie bounced up and down in excitement and Amy began spouting off questions.

"Is it going to be a themed party? Like bar mitzvah themed? Or what about Amy on the barbie!" She smiled widely and threw out wild jazz hands.

"Do you need a stripper? Cuz I can strip for you. I'll do it for free too." Stacie chimed.

Cynthia raised one eyebrow and smirked. "Now that's a good idea Aubrey. You should take that up."

Aubrey forced a closed smile and shook her head. "no…no that's perfectly ok." She regained her composure and continued. "but…." She nudged Chloe to finish the sentence.

"We….are taking a bellas vacation! Three weeks, on a beach house in Canada. It's in a lightly populated area, so we can have the whole beach mostly to ourselves."

The bellas exchanged excited sentiments with one another and Aubrey continued.

"It's a 45 minute drive from town, but there are some good night clubs up there for us to check out!"

"We have some flexibility as to when we can go, but I'm thinking we should go as soon as possible. We plan to leave in two weeks. So hurry up and take off work!"

Aubrey and Chloe exchanged excited glances as the women around them cheered and squealed with joy. Beca even had cracked a smile. The prospect of having friends was really starting to appeal to her.

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"Hey becaw!" Jesse greeted his girlfriend. "That was one long ceremony!"

"I guess yah," she shrugged. Jesse could sense the sadness in Beca's voice.

"You're really going to miss them huh?" He pulled her in for a hug. She patted him lightly on the back. Physical contact was still far out of her comfort zone.

"So then," he began leading her to his car. "Lunch date?"

"Sure."

The two made their way to Panera. She thought it was overpriced, but the bella's had dragged her there before and she actually liked the food.

They sat down near the window with their meals.

"So Golden girl, ya got any plans for the summer?"

"Are you calling me old?" Beca teased.

Jesse took a bite of his Caesar salad. "no no of course not." He squinted and leaned in across the table. Raising a finger he pointed to the skin under Beca's eyes. "Is that a wrinkle?"

Beca opened her mouth in protest and threw some of her bread at him. He laughed and retreated to his seat. "Really though, do you have any good plans for summer vaca?"

She shrugged and stirred her drink with her straw. "The girls are planning this bellas vacation. Aubrey and Chloe have a beach house and invited us all up for three weeks."

Jesse widened his eyes in excitement for her. "That's awesome! You gunna go?"

Beca exhaled loudly and took another bite of her sandwich. "I don't know."

Jesse nearly threw his fork down. "Come on Becaw! Why not?"

"I don't really do beaches. Or social gatherings."

"Well, you should think about it. But you can always spend it with me. Besides, my family really wants to meet you."

"You told them?" Beca said, a little too loudly.

Jesse was slightly taken aback, "well, yah. I mean this is a pretty big thing. Didn't you tell your parents?"

"No." She said bluntly. She hadn't even considered sharing the news with her parents.

"oh….."

Beca felt a pang of regret at her words as she watched Jesse look dejectedly down at his meal. "So I never did tell you," she began. "I saw the weirdest thing at the ICCA after party."

"Oh yah? What was that? Bumper naked pole dancing?"

The image flashed quickly through beca's mind, causing her to shudder. "I said weird, not disturbing." She looked inquisitively at him, "Why, did he?"

"No! Thank god. I don't think I'd be able to sleep again if he had. The nightmares would be incorrigible."

"Well, I didn't see that either, but I did see Flash and Supergirl chasing after Amy."

Jesse compressed his features as he wracked his brain for any memory of the event. He snapped his fingers when he remembered seeing Amy. "I remember Amy stole what she thought was the last keg of beer and took off half her clothes before running out into the night."

"Yup. Same Amy. I was out on the balcony with Chloe and suddenly Amy came tearing down across the street below u. Next thing I knew there were two superheroes following her."

"And you said one of them was dressed as Flash right?"

"yah. You know who it was?"

Jesse face palmed. "Well, I'm glad Benji found a use for that costume."

"That was Benji? Huh. Not surprised I guess. But I figured he'd be more of a batman guy."

Jesse rolled his eyes. "He tried getting me to go as batman. But anyway, who's supergirl?"

"Well, Stacie was missing for a good part of the night."

Jesse folded his arms over his chest. "hm…..and her and Benji seemed to hit it off back at the activities fair."

The two locked eyes.

"You don't think that…."

Beca cocked her head to the side as they held the gaze for a moment.

"Nahhhhhhh!"

There was a moment of silence between the two as they hungrily consumed their lunches. Jesse was the first to break it.

"So where is this vacation anyway?"

"Canada."

Jesse slapped his hand down on the table, causing Beca to jump back in surprise.

"CANADA! Beca you have to go! The trebles were planning a vacation in Bumpers house in Canada, but I wasn't gunna go so I could spend time with you, but since you're going….we can be together!"

Jesse rambled out the dates of the treble trip and quickly began going on about all the things that they could do together while on vacation.

Beca hated to be the bearer of bad news, but someone had to do it. "Hey man, With those dates, the vacations only interlap with our last week and your first, and we are like…..two hours away from each other. And besides, I'm not going."

"You're positive that you aren't going on this vaca?"

Beca sighed. She thought about how she would spend her summer if she didn't go. While the vacation seemed much more fun, she couldn't bring herself to agree. The girls would be okay without her.

"Yah. I'll pass."

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Beca piled her belongings into the back of her dad's car. He had called and arranged for her to stay at his house. He really wanted to reestablish their bond. He had however, forgotten to mention that Sheila would be there. And by forgotten, we mean simply chosen not to. He knew that she would never have agreed to the arrangement is she had known that the "step monster" would be there as well.

When they had been driving peacefully for a half hour he dropped the news. It was received just as well as he thought it would have been. Beca nearly tore his head off. She could have gotten used to the idea of her father having a new wife if she wasn't a total bitch.

Sheila was always trying to reform Beca. She thought that she was just a rebellious teenager wasting her talents. Her ideal girl was one who wore conservative clothes, studied hard, and fit the perfect mold. She couldn't wear excessive eyeliner, had to wear dresses or skirts, have no excessive earrings, and definitely not be a DJ.

Every time Beca interacted with her, it consisted of Sheila constantly, kindly, but constantly nagging her about changing her clothes or taking of her makeup or jewelry.

"You couldn't have mentioned this before could you?"

Her father sighed into the steering wheel. "I'm sorry Beca. Look, I just think that it's a good idea for you two to spend some time together."

"Yah time where she'll just nag about changing me."

"Honey, I already spoke to her about that and how much it bugs you. She promised she'd try to be more accepting."

Beca folded her arms and shuffled in her seat, exuding a disgruntled aura. "Whatever."

Sheila had greeted them at the door, kissing her husband on the cheek and smiling curtly at Beca. She received a nod in response. Beca quickly made her way to her room and unpacked her belongings. She remained there as long as she could, but was drawn out for an awkward dinner,

"So Rebecca, How's Barden?" Sheila began, trying to start a relationship.

"It's Beca," She said, without looking up from her meal.

"I'm sorry." She said softly "Beca, How was Barden this year?"

"Fine I guess." She fiddled with her fork,

Her father jumped in to save the dying conversation. "Sheila and I really enjoyed your Bella's performance."

"That's nice."

"So tell me, how you found yourself involved in that group."

Beca looked up and smirked to herself. I bet I could really freak her out if I said that a girl pressured me in the shower to join… She considered the possibilities for a moment before simply settling with an "I don't know." It was too early in her stay to start any trouble.

The rest of diner had gone by mostly silently. Afterwards, Beca made her way quickly to her room again and checked her phone. 3 new messages.

Jesse Swanson – Hey Beca. What's up?

Jesse Swanson – U there?

Beca sighed loudly and closed out of the messages. She considered just responding tomorrow, but he was her boyfriend. She was supposed to want to talk to him all the time,,,right?

To Jesse Swanson

-yah

She went back to her inbox to view the final message.

Chloe Beale – hey :) so you never answered us about vaca this summer. Ya just kind of slinked off.

Beca smiled slightly. She could picture the exact mannerisms and faces Chloe had probably made when typing the message out. She then was struck with a pang of guilt when she realized that she had yet to tell Chloe she wasn't going.

TO Chloe Beale – yah sorry bout that, I don't think I'm going to go.

She frowned and waited for the response. She hoped Chloe wouldn't be too upset, Her phone vibrated.

Chloe Beale – oh. Ok.

Shit. Beca knew that the lack of emotion meant Chloe was upset and angry with her.

To Chloe Beale – I'm sorry Chlo, but we can hang out still other times.

Chloe Beale – its fine. And yah of course we can. : )

Beca was surprised with the lack of protest from Chloe. She was sure that the red head would have tried endlessly to convince her to go, but she had dropped it.

What Chloe lacked in persuasion, Aubrey made up. Beca was falling asleep when her phone began violently vibrating.

Aubrey Posen – Beca Mitchell, you are unbelievable. If you honestly think that you are going to get out of this vacation you are out of your little alt girl mind. You, whether you care to admit it or not, are a Bella. And as a Bella, you are REQUIRED to go. Chloe may have dropped the subject with you, but I will not.

Beca rolled her eyes and began typing. She knew Aubrey meant well, but she wasn't about to let the blonde persuade her to change her mind. That would mean losing the silent battle that raged between them.

To Aubrey Posen – I appreciate you caring enough to try and get me to come. But I'm not.

Aubrey Posen – Believe me when I say Mitchell, this isn't over.

"I'm sure it's not." Beca said out loud before shutting her phone off and drifting off to sleep.

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Time was flying by and the vacation was drawing ever nearer. The girls had all taken turns trying to persuade Beca to come, but each was fruitless. She had spent a fair deal of time with Jesse, drawing suspicion from her father. Whenever he'd ask her about them, she'd dodge his questions.

Jesse was a bit perturbed that she wasn't interested in meeting his family yet. She would eventually, but it was just too early in the relationship for that. She also took issue with how often he tried to kiss her. She didn't need the constant physical contact. But for as much as he could bug her, they had some really good times.

She would kick his ass in Call of Duty regularly, and the two made one awesome team for the Zombie levels. They'd spend entire days at theme parks, enjoying the rides and staying for the late-night fireworks. He would drag her to the movies and watch intently while she would predict the endings for him. She was right nearly every time.

It was the night before the bellas would be leaving, and Beca was spending the night at Jesse's. His family was away, and they had gone out to a late movie and his house was closer. Jesse had suggested it and Beca had been a bit hesitant at first, but he assured her that nothing over pg -13 would occur. They stayed up late and made ghetto nachos with pita chips and shredded cheese in the microwave. They weren't that great, but they didn't care. They spent more time bonding over HALO than actually eating.

For sleeping arrangements, Jesse offered to share his bed, but based off of the look on her face decided to offer the bed up just for her. She turned it down and made herself comfy on the couch. Jesse was really bummed out, but he refused to let it show. He kissed her goodnight and made his way to bed.

Beca lay awake clutching her phone on the couch. The bellas were leaving the next day. She shot them out a quick have fun message before drifting off into a deep sleep. The next morning, she was awoken by a very bubbly Jesse.

"Uh what time is it?" Beca sat up and groggily rubbed her eyes.

Jesse sat down next to her and handed her a coffee. "Well, it's 9 am, but my mom is coming home soon and I figured you wouldn't want to meet her, so I'm waking you up!"

Beca took the coffee and gulped about half of it down. "Thanks bro."

Jesse handed her some shades and brought her home. When they arrived Jesse practically was jumping out of his seat.

"Ok Beca, I'll see you later! Bye! Have Fun!"

Beca opened the door hesitantly and stepped out. "What are you so excited about. Am I really that much of a pain?"

"No no your great, just….in a good mood."

"Okay then, I'll see you.'

Jesse burned out of the driveway, 80's music blaring. Beca laughed and then shrugged. "Weird kid."

She walked up to her room and threw on her sacred headphones. She cracked open an old mix and began reworking it. Two hours flew by, and Beca stomach was rumbling. She took a quick shower and moved to the kitchen. She opened the door and began rummaging when she heard a car honk. She closed the door and made her way to the window.

A white Corvette was parked in her driveway. She watched the unknown car with curiosity, wondering who the owner could be.

Her question was answered when the door opened, and a beautiful, tanned redhead stepped out. Her Armani shades framed her face and she looked like a movie star. Beca opened the door as Chloe stepped up smiling from cheek to cheek.

Beca leaned against the doorframe as Chloe removed her shades, revealing her sparkling blue eyes. There was a mischievous glint in them as she stared at Beca,

"Shouldn't you be on your way to Canada red?"

"Yup" She answered, smiling never fading. "But I had one more thing to pick up before I left."

"And what's that?"

"You."

Beca exhaled and moved off the door frame. "Chlo, this is really sweet but I'm not even packed and it's too late for me to come."

Chloe simply laughed and grabbed beca's hands, leading her towards the car. "Silly Beca. Aubrey warned you that you weren't getting out of this. You should have listened."

She opened the door and motioned for Beca to get in. Beca stood there like a little child being denied candy at the store. "She's not going to pop out and chloroform me is she?"

Chloe laughed and moved into the driver's seat.

"Chlo, seriously, I'm not even packed."

"Oh don't worry about that."

"What?"

"Aubrey, Stacie and I stopped by a few days ago when you were out and talked to your dad and Sheila. We told em how we really wanted you to come out with us, and they gave us permission to take you away. So we stopped by again last night and packed your bags for you. Bree and Stacie have them in their car and are already on their way."

Beca's mouth hung open in disbelief. "Seriously?"

"Yup." Chloe said smiling at her.

Beca sighed, knowing she had lost the battle. "Can I at least grab my laptop?"

Chloe squealed excitedly in her seat. "So you're coming?"

Beca rolled her eyes, "yah. I don't really have a choice." She feigned disinterest, but internally she was actually really grateful that the girls had organized this.

Chloe opened her door and exited quickly, running around the front of the car towards Beca. The alt girl took a step back in shock and prepared to run away, but Chloe caught her in a powerful hug that almost caused them to fall over.

"Wait here, I'll be back in a second."

Beca ran up to her room, still processing what was happening. Only these girls would organize something so devious and well executed just to get her to come out. She threw her laptop into a satchel and stuffed the power cord on top of it and went back out to Chloe's car. The trunk was popped for Beca to put her bag in. She barely had room with all of Chloe's bags stuffed into the back.

"jeeze Chlo, are you packing for a permanent move?"

"hey, ya never know!" She called from the front seat. Beca closed the trunk and slid in next to her. Chloe reached over and pressed a button on her dash, and the roof to the car retracted. She put her sunglasses on and opened the glove box, where Beca saw at least 7 other pairs.

"Suit up girl. We got a long way to go."

Beca grabbed a pair and closed the compartment door. "I still can't believe you guys did this for me."

Chloe started the ignition and looked over at the dark haired girl. "Well, we weren't going to, but I just couldn't picture this vacation without you in it."

"Hey, so, should I be concerned that Aubrey and Stacie were packing my bags?"

Chloe shook her head. "Don't worry. Aubrey handled the physical packing, Stacie did lingerie, and I handled the actual clothes."

"So there's no lingerie at all then?"

Chloe hit Beca lightly. "Beca!"

"Well, I mean its Stacie…"

"Don't worry Becs. You're fine."

Beca flipped through the radio stations until they heard I don't care by Icona pop.

"Ugh I love this song!" Chloe said, turning the volume up almost completely. "Let's go!" The two peeled out onto the highway, singing as loud as they could.

"How long is this ride gunna be?" Beca asked over the music.

"8 hours or so. " Chloe said nonchalantly. Beca's stomach grumbled so loud that she could hear it over the music.

"Can we get something to eat then?"

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"I still can't believe we did that!" Stacie said, munching on a fry.

"I still can't believe she wasn't going to go!"

Aubrey and Stacie were making their way up to the beach house, car stuffed with both their bags, and beca's. The girls had considered coming together on the bus, but in the end it worked better for everyone to pair up and take separate cars.

Aubrey sped up as the traffic lightened on the highway. "I get that she's had some personal difficulties, but I don't see why she has to distance herself so much. You just have to loosen up and not let it affect you."

Her statement was greeted by a silence, and Aubrey contemplated the weight of what she had said. She looked over to Stacie, who was looking at her out of the corner of her eyes.

"I'm being hypocritical aren't I?"

Stacie sipped her soda, wondering if she should speak up. It was going to be a long ride and the last thing she wanted to do would be to upset the girl driving.

"You can tell me the truth Stacie. I won't shut you down for it."

"It's just, you give good advice, and you hold everyone together. You're phenomenal at that, but you can't hold yourself together. You act strong, but I don't think that you do it for you."

Aubrey sucked on her bottom lip and remained silent.

"Bree I'm sorry." Stacie placed her hand comfortingly on Aubrey's leg. She began to apologize again but Aubrey stopped her.

"No Stacie, don't apologize for the truth. You're right. I am strong for everyone but myself. Everything I do isn't for me. I mean, I like what I'm doing. I love singing, and I want to take on the family business. I do! But I'm not doing anything for me. I'm doing it to impress my father." She swerved a little on the road, her grip on the wheel tightening.

"And it doesn't even matter because he's dead anyway! So who am I trying to impress? I hate that I feel like I have to try and impress him. He's dead and I still am terrified of disappointing him!"

Stacie's heart reached out to the girl. "That's not a feeling you'll ever live down."

Aubrey shot a disgruntled glance towards Stacie. "Um, is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"Let me finish…." Aubrey nodded for her to continue. "You are going to feel like you need to impress him, probably for the rest of your life. You never got closure with him, so you'll always feel like you have to live up to something. But trust me Bree, one day you'll realize that you already have. You are an amazing woman, and if he was here to see how you've grown, I know he'd be proud of you, even if he didn't tell you."

Aubrey fought off tears and smiled forward, focusing on the road. "Thank you Stacie."

"No problem sugar."

"Sugar?' Aubrey questioned the pet name.

Stacie hummed in consideration. "Maybe spice is more accurate. But you're actually really sweet, so then it goes back to sugar."

"What about sugar and spice?"

"No no no, that's too long."

There was a moment of silence as the two considered the options. Stacie whipped open her phone and Google searched names.

She began rattling off a list. "fluffer-nutter, frou frou, Honey Bunny, Honey Cakes, Honey Pants, Hot Lips, Hot Mama, Hotness, Hot Pants, Hot Stuff, Indian princess, Indian Warrior…."

"Ooh I like that one"

"mamacita, main squeeze, magic princess, num num, old man, pickle head, pork chop, rum rum, sexy mama, " Stacie looked over to Aubrey "Ohhh I like that one,"

She received a stare in response.

"Ok, I'll keep going. Tarzan, tiger toes, Uncle Uptight,"

"Okay these are all so stupid! Do people actually use these?"

Stacie shrugged. "Well, they are on the internet and the internet doesn't lie."

"If I had to pick one, I think Indian Warrior will work."

Stacie smiled, "Okay Indian Warrior. You call me rum rum."

"What?" Aubrey exclaimed with disbelief.

"I'll accept Tarzan too."

The two laughed again, and resumed their drive.

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Amy, Cynthia Rose and Ashley were enjoying a peaceful drive up to the house, until the hit the border.

"Just act natural. We ain't got nothing to hide." Cynthia rose said.

"uhhhhhhhh…..uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh"

"Oh no." Ashely commented from the back seat. "What did you do Amy?"

Amy rocked back and forth slightly. "I may have stored some alcohol in the back. A lot of alcohol."

"Okay. Just act cool. We will be fine." Cynthia assured.

They pulled up slowly to security, passports ready. Amy rolled down her window and a grumpy agent walked over to her.

"Where are you going?"

"Canada, at least, I hope Canada. Doesn't look like the Mexican border. There's no fleeing Mexicans so," Ashely shoved Amy through her seat.

The officer paused momentarily and then continued.

"Where are you from?"

"Australia of course."

The officer sighed. "I mean where are you coming from on this trip?"

"ohhh, America. The land of the free. Probly why the Mexicans keep comin over."

"Ma'am, this is not the time to joke. How long are you staying up here?"

"Three weeks."

"Where?"

"A beach house." Cynthia and Ashley sighed in relief as Amy began answering the questions without any attempts at humor.

"Do you have any alcohol?"

Amy froze.

"ma'am, do you have any alcohol or weapons aboard?"

"I got a weapon. My foot up your ass." Amy mumbled.

"What was that?"

"No, there are no weapons or drinks." Cynthia jutted in.

The officer sighed. "I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the vehicle please."

The girls began to panic. They stepped reluctantly out of the vehicle and another officer approached the one who had interviewed them.

The two exchanged some words and the new officer looked at the passports. He then started laughing and called over to the girls.

As they approached the officers, the newer one removed his glasses and hat.

"Russel!" Amy exclaimed, wrapping the man in a hug. The interviewing officer stepped back in confusion.

Russel hugged back. "Amy, oh Amy, what have I told you about sarcasm and borders."

Amy pulled back and introduced him to the other girls. As it would turn out, their savior was an old high school friend of Amy's. He handed them back their passports and sent them happily on their way.

Once a safe distance from the checkpoint, Amy said chipperly, "Well, that went well!"

"WHAT?" Cynthia and Ashley said in unison.

"We got lucky."

Ashley chimed in quietly, "She's right Amy. Just be more careful next time."

Amy turned to look at the girl. "Careful may be your middle name, but it's not mine. And don't worry. As you can see, I know people."

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Lilly, Denise and Jessica were the first ones to arrive. Aubrey was supposed to get there first to unlock the doors for them, but had hit heavy traffic and was going to be arriving a bit later than originally planned.

The girls got out and stared in awe at the house. It was a giant white house with red trim. The driveway ended with a garage on the left and steps leading to the house on the right. The top of the garage was an outside terrace, that led to a bar room. The house had vast windows on the walls, allowing some sight into the house, but from the angle on the front, the girls couldn't see all of what was inside yet.

The back of the house led to the woods, which extended horizontally down to the bridge that led to the pier. Directly across from the house was a short path leading down to the beach. There were a few other houses along the stretch of road, but were few and far between.

Lilly sat down on the grass and smiled to herself. This was going to be a good vacation.

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So the Canada thing is kind of based off an actual trip I took with my friends family. The house was a lot smaller and more homey, but since this is the posens it has to be all out. The house was right across from the beach, and there was a pier across a small bridge. There were a lot more houses and less woods, but im changing it to give a more isolated feel. I do plan on putting some personal memories in here too, so hopefully it'll seem more real. Any way, hope ya like It so far! reviewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww