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Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect, and it's so aca-unfair.
The next morning, I was shaken awake by a way too excited for 8AM, Emily. Everyone had eaten breakfast and gotten ready for the drive to the convention center, where we'd be scouting the competition. Flo had lent me another outfit and Beta had promised that Chloe or someone would take me shopping sometime soon for clothes of my own.
I'd immediately refused, but she insisted and ended the conversation with the closing of her bedroom door.
Not 15 minutes later, Beca, Chloe, Amy, Emily, and I had gotten into Chloe's car. Thankfully, Beca had insisted on driving and I had sighed in relief, remembering the last time I experienced the redhead's vehicular skills.
But, this meant that Chloe took the passenger seat and I was squeezed in between Emily, who was bouncing constantly, and Fat Amy, who kept poking me in the side.
"Amy, do I have to make you two stare out separate windows like a couple of six year olds?" Beca glares at the heavy blonde girl through the rear view mirror.
"No, we're okay. Sorry, dad," Fat Amy responds while Emily lets out a giggle.
"Why am I the dad?"
"Well," Amy starts before a smirk forms on her lips. "Chloe fits the role of mother dearest way better."
Both girls in the front seat blush deeply.
"I mean, you both even have two kids, if you consider Legacy and the squirt," the Australian continues. "They're like you aca-children."
Emily and I exchange glances and giggle when both girls try to stutter out responses.
"Okay, guys, let's focus," Chloe turns to face the three of us. "We are about to see our competition for the first time and we need to put our game faces on. We can't be seen as weak or they'll think they're better than us."
The crazy gleam in her eye is back as she continues to rant about DSM and some 'plan' she has. Fat Amy whispers to Emily and me that, 'if we agree with her, she won't murder us,' so the lot of us fake smile and bob our heads up and down quickly.
I regret not asking to stay back at the house.
Actually, I had suggested it to Chloe, but the redhead had said that she promised my social worker that she wouldn't leave me alone, because I was an, and I quote, 'flight risk'. Which, isn't exactly a lie because I had met the girls after running away, but I don't think I'd ever willingly leave here.
My thoughts are interrupted by the radio being cranked up and all the occupants of the car belting out the chorus of TLC's 'Waterfalls,'.
They all look at me to encourage me to join in, but I just blush and sink down in my spot.
There's no way I'm gonna sing in front of all these girls who are actually talented at it. I just like to play piano and sing when no one's watching.
The rest of the ride is full of laughter and music.
Let's just say that the Bella's had severely underestimated just how good the German group was.
They aren't just good, they're amazing.
Chloe would kill me for admitting this, but even though I haven't heard the Bella's sing together, I can tell by the looks they're trying to hide on their faces, that they're all shocked.
Das Sound Machine reminds me of an army. They all have perfect posture and not a single one had stepped out of place. Being an avid fan of music, I admire the way that they are able to blend their voices together so powerfully and make unnatural noises with their mouths.
I may be knowledgable about music and instruments, but a cappella is a whole new ballgame for me.
The girls are all talking when I notice the large group of foreign singers making their way towards us.
"You guys," the nervousness in my voice catches their attention. "Don't look now, but I'm pretty sure we're about to have a smackdown."
"Barden Bellas, you came here to see us?" the giant, blonde woman in front asks. "Is it because you are, how do the American kids say, jelly?"
Chloe says something back, but I'm too busy studying the group in front of me to hear it. Their height alone, is super intimidating. My neck kinda hurts looking up at them, but I don't have to for much longer because Beca informs them of how the Bella's are going to kick their asses.
This doesn't work out for her very well, because now the women starts to compare her to different small creatures.
Immediately, I'm introduced to a side of Beca I didn't think existed. She starts to spout what I suppose are attempted insults, but they come of as creepy complements. If someone just entered the conversation, they might think she was hitting on the blonde German.
Her awkward word vomit is saved when the dark haired male leader of Das Sound Machine starts insulting Fat Amy with a variety of other weight related names. Amy isn't deterred by this, though, and rises up to the challenge.
They're both cut off by the tall woman when her eyes fall on me beside Emily. "Oh, so you think recruiting children is somehow going to give you an edge? Good luck."
My eyes narrow at her, but before I can say anything, she's walking away with a laugh.
"Hey lady!" I finally find my voice. "You forgot something!"
Taking a step forward and holding up my hand, I flash her the bird along with a smirk.
She turns around, but only eyes me blankly before leaving with the rest of them.
"Calm down, tiger," hands grip my shoulders and Stacie's amused voice sounds. "I think you scared them away. We can't say the same for our fearless leader, though."
Beca's hands are waving in the air. "Why am I using my hands so much?" she asks herself, bewildered.
Chloe, on the other hand, looks about ready to explode, and she sure does once we all get back into the car.
"What the hell, Beca?"
"I'm sorry, Chlo, she just got in my head is all," the brunette tries to explain, still seeming quite flustered. "She's just so tall and…"
"I don't care!" Chloe shouts. "We just made fools of ourselves in front of the enemy!"
Beca lets out a sigh. "Come on, we'll still kick their asses at World's."
This seems to slightly calm the redhead down.
Next to me, Emily's eyes are comically wide, and I nudge her with my elbow and mouth 'chill out'. She gives me an appreciative smile, but still looks like she just walked in on her parents fighting.
The car is silent, before Amy decide to ruin it. "Well, I have to give credit to the squirt. She gave that wiener schnitzel a very Fat Amy comeback."
The tension is melted when everyone laughs as Amy ruffles my hair, and I lean into Emily to get away from her.
"Save me."
After everyone had gotten back to the house, Chloe called a meeting. I decided that since I was not a member, I didn't need to be there to see the co-captain have another meltdown and decided to retreat upstairs and take a nap.
Emily shakes me awake sometime later, saying that Beca had tasked her with the job of making sure I ate.
I shrug off the drowsiness and follow the tall girl down the steps and into the kitchen.
Stacie is sat at the island with a large physics book in front of her, biting on the edge of her pencil. When she notices us she looks up. "So there's a party tonight at the fraternity down the street, and somebody needs to stay home with the kid,"
"I don't need a babysitter," I glare at her. "I'm sixteen,"
"I don't make the rules," she holds up her hands, placatingly. "I just enforce them when I have to,"
Emily interrupts whatever dumb thing would've come out of my mouth next. "I'll stay. I have to work on an essay for my Comp class due Monday, anyway."
"No, Em, please go," I don't want her to have to miss a party just to work on a paper or whatever the code for babysit is.
"Someone has to stay here," Stacie purses her lips. "Or, were you planing on joining us?"
Dumb, drunk college students?
I don't think so.
"No way."
Stacie exchanges an amused look with Emily. "Then, it's settled. Legacy will stay here, while I go get my game on."
Ew.
As I'm making a sandwich, the rest of the girls, minus Beca, wander into the kitchen and start pre-gaming. Fat Amy, CR, and Stacie are doing most of the shots, while the others are taking their time.
This goes on for another fifteen minutes, before the lot of them head out the back door, the sound of their laughter dying down as they get farther away.
I grab a blanket from behind the couch and turn the TV on as I get comfortable with my legs curled underneath me. I flick through the channels in search of something to entertain me while Emily works on her paper, when said girl comes bounding down the stairs in her pajamas.
She plops down in the spot next to me and shoots me a huge smile.
"Hey."
"Hi!"
My eyebrows knit as I study her. "I thought you had a paper,"
"Um, I actually already finished that paper last week," she replies guiltily.
"Yeah, something told me that you weren't a procrastinator," we both laugh before I continue. "So, why didn't you want to go to the party?"
Emily looks down at her hands. "It's just that it's a frat party and Benji wouldn't be there because it's not a cappella."
"Whoa, hold on a second. Who's Benji?"
"Benji's in the Treblemakers, another a cappella group at Barden," Emily smiles dreamily and it's so cute that I want to cry. "He's really nice and he does magic,"
While I don't find magic to be an attractive quality in a person, it's obvious that the girl next to me does.
"So, you like him?" I inquire, and I don't even need a worded answer because the deep, red blush covering her cheeks is enough of an answer.
"Uh," she searches for the words but evidently can't and slumps. "Yes."
"Why are you so embarrassed about it?"
"Because he's so awesome, and I'm just me," the dejected look on her face hurts my heart.
"Emily, look at me," her eyes meet mine. "You're beautiful! You're super nice and very talented. If he can't see that, then he doesn't deserve you! Plus, he does magic, and something tells me that doesn't bring in many ladies."
It's very quiet and I worry that maybe I said the wrong thing.
Suddenly, arms wrap around me and Emily pulls me into her. I'm pretty sure I've never been this close to another person before and I don't have the heart to tell her she's cutting off my airway.
"O-M-ACA-G! Grace, that's the nicest things anyone's ever said to me. Thank you!"
My vision starts to blur and I'm able to gasp out. "Can't breathe."
She immediately loosens her grip on me and pulls away. "Sorry."
"Its cool," I smile reassuringly and reach out to squeeze her hand.
I've noticed that both Emily, Chloe and some of the other Bellas are very physical beings and it's something that I'm slowly getting used to. Or, at least, less awkward about.
We both settle back down in our spots and continue to talk—mostly Emily— about anything and everything under the sun.
I must lose track of time, because the next thing I know, the front door is slamming open and all the girls are loudly making their way inside, minus Stacie, who's probably with a guy she'd seduced, and Beca, who is wherever she usually goes off to.
Emily and I have just enough time to leap off the couch before Fat Amy collapses onto it and starts to snore.
We make our way upstairs and when we pass Lilly's room, I look in and notice that she's legit hung upside down above her bed.
There's never a dull moment with the Bellas
And there's chapter 4! I hope you liked it, and feel free to leave a review or pm me with anything you'd maybe like to see or any kind of consecutive criticism. I like hearing what you guys have to say!