Hello friends! I bring with me another chapter of Honorary Bella! We've finally made it to The Lodge at Fallen Leaves. I'm pretty excited! Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: As always, I don't own Pitch Perfect.

I've never been on a retreat before.

I imagine it must be kinda like a summer camp, but I've never been to one of those before, either.

The place we're currently headed to, is called The Lodge at Fallen Leaves, where Chloe claims that the Bellas are going to find their sound again. My punishment for sneaking out is to come with them, but I know they wouldn't have let me stay on my own anyway.

But I'm not going to mention that so I can avoid further punishment.

None of the girls—besides Chloe, obviously—seem all that happy to be on a bus at seven in the morning, and I can't blame them. The redheaded co-captain had literally banged pots and pans to wake the house up. I'm pretty sure everyone is still a little sour because of it.

Emily would be another exception to the group. She's currently bouncing up and down in her seat beside me. Being that I wanted a shield from the disappointed glances Beca keeps shooting me, I'm not in a position to complain. Before we'd left, I had watched with my stomach clenched as Benji flirted hopelessly with the clumsy brunette. I still can't put a finger on why that bothers me so much because they are pretty much a perfect match.

The bus coming to a complete stop breaks me out of my thoughts and looking up, I take in the large single building in the wooden area we've come to.

The Lodge at Fallen Leaves

We've arrived.

Yayyyy…

Everyone is grabbing their suitcases and heading towards the front of the bus to get off. I lift my duffel bag from the rack but I bump into Beca before I can follow them.

"Why do I have to be here?" I whine, pouting like a toddler.

Beca narrows her eyes. "Maybe if you hadn't run off on your own," she says. "Plus, if I have to suffer in the great outdoors, everyone does."

The both of us hop off the bus and follow the rest of the group up the long driveway towards the lone building. There's a lot of trees and I can see a lake in the distance. Chloe's excited squeal draws my focus over the where the group, minus Em, is running towards a blonde woman with a gun.

Wrong way guys, I think, you're supposed to run away from someone holding a firearm.

This must be Aubrey, Chloe's best friend and former captain of the Barden Bellas before she graduated.

"And you have to be Grace!" she greets me when the hug fest is over. "I've heard so much about you from Chlo."

I wave. "I've heard a lot about you, too. Nice to meet you."

Aubrey throws Beca a glare before replying. "Hopefully all you've heard hasn't come from our resident hobbit."

Even though most of the bad things I've heard have indeed been from Beca, I respond, "All good things, all good things," because let's be honest, I don't want to offend her while she's holding a shotgun.

Fat Amy then proceeds the ask where her room is and Aubrey informs us that we'll be sleeping in tents. Sharing a tent isn't the worse thing, since I slept in the Barden park for a couple weeks, but I'm not that keen on sharing my tent with this group of weirdos.

"Alright, fall in line, Bellas!"

The girls line up, and I stand next to and a little behind Emily, because Aubrey is still holding her gun. When she finally hands the weapon off to some guy, she starts to yell individually at each of them, thankfully skipping Emily and I.

She leads us over to a campsite, where we are expected to build our own tents, which she only gives us two of. Apparently no one knows how to do anything in this group, so Em and I build both of the tents and almost die when a tree branch falls on one of them.

Great, now I have to share a tent with all the weirdos.

Everyone disperses to do their own thing before it gets dark, so I have to get permission before I can go off with Emily.

"Hey Chloe," I find the redhead by a picnic table with Beca. "Can Emily and I go look around?"

She purses her lips like she's trying to come up with the million dollar answer. "Yeah, just come back before it gets dark!"

"Seriously?" Beca asks. "We're going to leave Legacy, the girl who spilled milk all over her laptop that was ten feet away from her, in charge of Grace?"

"Hey! I'm not a baby! I don't need someone to be in charge of me."

They both ignore me to keep arguing. "Emily is perfectly capable of making sure Grace doesn't get into any trouble," Chloe points out.

Beca rolls her eyes. "The girl is as clumsy as a newborn giraffe. Her and Grace could probably set water on fire by accident."

Trying not to be too offended at her statement, I look up in exasperation while the two's argument changes subject to something else.

Stacie's right, these girls are like an old married couple.

I should start selling Bechloe merchandise. I'm sure all the girls would buy some and maybe then the two co-captains could take a hint.

"Okay, bye then, I guess I'll see you guys later," I slowly back away from the bickering duo and head to where I last saw Emily.

Butterflies start to flutter in my stomach, the closer I get to the tall brunette. I'm still not willing to admit to myself that this is anything more than a girl crush Not unlike one you would have for a celebrity.

"Hey, Em," I laugh when she jumps at my words.

"Grace!" she slaps me on the shoulder, almost knocking me off my feet due to our size difference. "Don't sneak up on people like that!"

"Sorry, so what are we doing?"

"Ooo! I wanted to go for a walk around," my face heats up and my hand gets clammy as the girl grabs my hand and starts pulling me along after her. "My family always went camping when I was little. I love it!"

We walk around for a while, Emily never letting go of my hand. I'm pretty sure we've covered the entire facility by the time we get to our final destination, the docks by the lake. We sit on the edge of the wooden dock, our feet dangling over the edge above the water.

"So, how are you and Benji doing?" even asking the simple question causes a stab of jealously to shoot through me.

Emily tilts her head to the side as she faces me. "What do you mean?"

"Have you guys gone on a date or kissed yet?" I want to know, but at the same time I really don't.

"I don't think it's really going anywhere," she admits, honestly. "He's really sweet and all, but beside a cappella, we really have nothing in common."

"You're not into magic?" I smirk when she shakes her head vigorously.

"Or Star Wars, I've never seen any of them!"

"I guess you guys really aren't a match made in heaven," Emily lowers her head dejectedly at my words.

"I don't think I'll ever find anyone," tears start forming at the corners of her eyes.

"Yes, you will. You're a really catch, Em," you don't know how much I really mean that, I want to add.

"I'm a weirdo," she pouts.

I really want to kiss that pout right off her lips.

Huh?

What is wrong with me?

Emily is two years older than me, way out of my league, and probably straight as a light post. I don't think I'm even gay, but she just ignites these feelings in me like gasoline to a campfire.

"I think you're beautiful, Em," a blush creeps up my neck as soon as the words fall out of my mouth.

"Really?"

"I wouldn't say it if I didn't know it was true," her brown eyes meet my green ones and she bites her lip as if considering something. She seems to be leaning closer and for a brief moment I think she's gonna kiss me.

Before I ruin it.

"I guess it's for the best. Benji and you, I mean. You'd probably impale yourself on one of his swords, anyway," I say quickly and she leans back with pretend hurt expression.

Unexpectedly, she nudges me with her elbow.

Caught completely off guard, the power behind the nudge sends me right off the edge of the dock.

Right into the lake.

Her laughter greets me when I resurface and I'm too shocked to glare at her.

"You pushed me off the dock!" I spit out a mouthful of water.

"I didn't mean too! It's just you're so small and I forget my own strength!"

"Help me out?" I hold out my arm so she can pull me up.

Emily grasps my hand and I yank her in with everything I have. We splash each other for a while, before she points out that it's getting dark and we have to get back to the tents, so we get out and dry ourselves off a little before heading back.

A noise from the bushes attracts my attention and I put my hand over Emily's—who's still rambling—mouth. I point over to where the sounds are coming from and her eyes widen. I put my finger to my lips and tip toe slowly over to the shrubbery.

What I find is something I don't think I wanted to see.

Stacie and Aubrey are in a full out make-out session, making their way to second base.

I don't think I'll ever be able to unsee this.

"Oh my stars!" Both girls shoot apart at Emily's yelp and blush tomato red with embarrassment.

Once Stacie figures out who stumbled upon their intimate moment, her nervous look is replaced with a smirk.

"Legacy, child," she greets us, her tone threatening. "What brings you two over to this neck of the woods?"

Aubrey still seems too shocked to speak and Emily isn't fairing much better.

"Stacie, Aubrey, hey!" I wave, gripping Emily's wrist and pulling her away. "Fancy meeting you here. We were heading back to camp, so,"

"Not so fast," Stacie's hand is on my shoulder before I can make my getaway. "You two will keep quiet about this right?"

The legacy Bella and I nod with wide eyes.

"Good, because I don't want to have to tell Chloe who put flour in her hairdryer last week, do I Grace?"

"No sir, I mean ma'am," I start backing away slowly. "See ya!"

The two of us take off at a sprint once we get out of eyesight, both taken by surprise at what we had found.

But, before we can talk about it, we make it back to where the rest of the group is at the tents. They're all discussing sleeping arrangements and apparently I get stuck between Fat Amy and Emily, the latter making my palms sweat again.

"Why are you guys wet?" Flo asks.

"Emily pushed me in the lake, so I pulled her in with me," the Guatemalan girl accepts my answer without any more of an explanation.

Stacie makes her way back a half hour later looking a lot more put together than when we'd stumbled upon her. She makes up something about looking for some fresh meat, which I guess she found.

Wink, wink.

A little while later, everyone is settled down for the night, when Amy says she has to go to the bathroom and requests a song so that she can finish. Chloe starts singing 'Torn' by Natalie Imbruglia and most of the girls, besides Beca and CR, join in. I even hum along to the catchy song.

"You should sing more," Emily informs me, turning her head to meet my eyes. "You have a nice voice,"

"I don't sing," I mumble.

Fat Amy comes back and lies down next to me, which slightly disgusts me because she said she used the side on the tent as toilet paper.

I'm really not sure what tomorrow is going to bring, but I hope Beca and Chloe can finally hash out whatever the hell is wrong with them.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter and the Bechloe, Gemily, and Staubrey that's included. There's probably going to be another two chapters at the retreat because I loved that part of the movie and really want to see how Grace sees it all.