Hey guys! Sorry for the delayed update, you all know how life is. This is the second to last chapter before they travel to Copenhagen which might span 3-4 chapters depending on my train of thought. I'd also like to thank everyone who reviewed asking for updates and anyone else who just enjoys this fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect.
So after the grocery store incident or—as Fat Amy refers to it as—Stacie's audition to be in the next Fight Club movie, things have started to calm down a little. Well, as little as it can for a house full of crazy people. Chloe has finally stopped checking on me every five-seconds and Beca has quit glaring at anyone who came within ten feet of me when we're walking around on campus.
Fat Amy has been put in charge of me while the rest of the girls went over to the Treble's for a send off party for the World's. We leave in three days and no one has packed a single thing yet, me included. Cynthia Rose and I have a running bet that if Beca packs an hour before she gets fifteen bucks, but I win if she panics and starts shoving crap in her suitcase fifteen minutes before we leave for the airport.
"Squirt," Amy's fingers snap in front of my face, and I glance away from the TV to see that she's changed out of her lounge clothes and into something a lot nicer. "Get up, we have a party to get to."
That would be the first mistake the Bellas made by leaving me with Amy.
The second being that Chloe had made some kind of weird fish thing for dinner which I pretended to eat and am currently starving.
"Can't you wait like a couple minutes?" I, at least, have to try to be responsible. "Jessica and Ashley will be back soon to switch with you!"
"Nope," her hand closes around my wrist and she yanks me up and towards the kitchen so we can cut through the backyard.
The minute we step outside, the loud music and strobe lights greet me. I have to basically jog to keep up with the blonde in front of me and she doesn't seem to care that the bushes are smacking me in the face, repeatedly.
"Now go off and have fun," Amy pushes me in the direction of a mob of people dancing. "But, don't let Mother and Father see you. I'm gonna get a drink and find my hunk of man meat."
With that, she waddles off to the bar, while I'm left to roll my eyes at her nicknames for Chloe and Beca.
The table with a variety of food on it calls to me, so I confidently stride over to it like I'm supposed to be here. Hand reaching out, not two steps away from the delicious snacks, something pulls me back by the collar of my shirt.
"And what do you think you're doing here?" The person spins me around, revealing them self to be Stacie.
"Eating dinner?"
Her hand immediately finds its place on her hip as she stares me down. "Didn't you already eat?"
"Holy shit!" throwing my arm up and pointing over her shoulder. "Is that Aubrey?"
Stacie spins around so fast I feel dizzy for her. Obviously, the former blonde dictator of the Bellas isn't actually here, but it's the only thing I could think of to draw the girl's attention away from me. While she's scanning the area I gestured to like a hawk, I back away into the sea of people dancing.
I'm so going to get shit for that later.
The next person I come across is Lilly, who's sorting through the knives in the kitchen. We make awkward eye-contact for at least three minutes before she whispers something about a black-market kidney. That's my cue to flee incase she's intending on taking mine.
For the next half an hour, I manage to avoid just about anyone who would yell at me for being here.
But someone does manage to find me.
A drunk off her ass, Emily.
"Grace!" she lifts me off the ground and swings me around like a rag doll. "I've been looking for you everywhere!"
"That's sweet and all, Em," I'm able to extract myself from her vice-like grip by going limp. "But I wasn't supposed to be at this party, remember?"
She lets out a loud laugh and throws her arm over my shoulder. "Oh, right," then, she's pulling me towards the group of people dancing drunkenly by the pool.
I'm not the greatest dancer, but Emily's too wasted to notice, and she pretty much looks like an idiot herself.
Not that I'd ever tell her that, of course.
A flash of red through the crowd catches my attention, and I see the brunette trailing unhappily behind it. Oh no, the only people who can actually punish me for being here. Think fast, Grace.
Quickly, I push Emily in front of me and grip the back of her shirt.
"Em, it's Beca and Chloe! Don't let them see me!"
I spoke too soon because even in her drunk stupor, the tall freshman freezes and takes a step back. Peaking around her, I see the two co-captains heading this way.
"Do something!" I whisper loudly enough for her to hear me over the loud music.
"Okay," she bumps her butt back into my front and sends me flailing backwards. Expecting to hit the pavement, I put my hands out behind me, only to be submerged into freezing water. I swim up to the surface and spit out some pool water.
Emily had pushed me into the pool.
I mean, I know she's drunk, but come on.
"Heh-hem."
Looking up, I think maybe I should have just drowned. Beca and Chloe are standing at the edge of the pool, a guilty Emily standing directly behind them.
"Heyyy," I drawl. "Fancy seeing you here?"
"Yeah," Beca says, glaring down at me. "What are you doing here, Grace?"
"Um, swimming?" I splash around a little to emphasize.
"Do I look like I was born yesterday?" I open my mouth. "Don't answer that!"
She exchanges a glance with Chloe, who gives her a smile and steps forwards a bit. "Grace, please take Emily home and we'll talk about this later."
I nod quickly, exiting the pool and gripping the drunk girl by the elbow, leading her the way back to the house. I never thought I'd see the day where Chloe was the one to under react and be level-headed.
Hopefully they'll drink so much they'll forget about it.
Emily can just barely walk, so I walk up the stairs behind her just in case. I get out of my wet clothes and into my pajamas before helping the older girl change out of her party dress. I advert my eyes the whole time, only looking when I'm positive that she's fully dressed.
"Stay," she holds onto my hand when I pull the blanket over her waist.
"Okay."
She pulls me down next to her, my face inches from hers. "Why are you always so nice to me? The other girls sometimes aren't."
My heart clenches, knowing that the other girl is sometimes mistreated by Fat Amy and unnoticed by Beca. I've stood up for her on numerous occasions, but I know that no one can change Amy and that Beca is working on giving the girl more attention. They're supposed to go to the studio tomorrow to work on a track.
"Everyone loves you, Emily," she smiles softly. "You're beautiful and awesome."
"You think so?" she yawns, rubbing at her eyes.
"I do."
Her next action takes me by surprise. She leans forward and presses her lips to mine in a quick, chaste kiss and falls back onto her pillow.
Shocked, I press my fingers to my lips. My cheeks are burning and I'm not even sure I'm awake. Did that just happen? I open my mouth to say something, but Emily's soft snores stop me. The freshman has fallen asleep, her hair covering half of her face.
I smile softly and lean back on my pillow, watching her before falling asleep myself.
Finally! Gremily kiss!