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Thank the lord for Chloe's insistence that I pack a bunch of pretty dresses so that I could look cute the entire trip. At the time, I wasn't really that thrilled with trying on an entire store rack of outfits, but now I seriously owe her one.

"And, there!" Stacie pulls back her hand, which is holding one of her many makeup brushes.

It's been more than two hours since I came knocking desperately on their door, and as soon as they stopped teasing me, Amy had run to my room to get my suitcase and dumped its entire contents onto the floor.

I was shoved into a pretty blue and gold summer dress, with the leather jacket Beca had insisted they buy, wrapped securely around my shoulders. My hair fell in soft, loose curls, and sprayed with at least an entire bottle of hairspray.

Now that I can get a full look at the whole ensemble, my mouth is opening and closing like a fish. True to her word, Stacie had kept the makeup to a minimum and it had a very natural look to it. All of the freckles on my nose are covered in a thin coat of foundation, no blush needed because I'm already red in the face with nerves. She'd used a couple coats of dark brown mascara to really make my eyes pop, with the smallest amount of eyeliner to bring it all together.

"No need to thank me," the brunette wipes imaginary dirt off her shoulders. "I'm amazing, I know."

"Alright, alright," Fat Amy pushes open the door. "We can hear about how great you are when I'm not the sexiest Tasmanian in the Bellas."

"You're the only Tasmanian in the Bellas," Stacie narrows her eyes.

"Oh, well, I guess that answers that!"

"Hey!"

A knock on the door saves me from the pointless fight about to break out.

"I'll get it," Amy exits the bathroom to answer it.

It has to be Emily, because she sent me a text a half an hour ago saying that she'd come get me at 7. My palms are already starting to sweat and my right leg is shaking so bad it could be having its own seizure. What if she thinks I look terrible? Or maybe she really doesn't like me and this is all some kind of joke set up by Fat Amy.

The clearing of someone's throat stops my panicked thoughts and draws my attention to the newcomer in the room.

Wow.

"H-hey Grace," Emily tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, ducking her head down. "You look amazing."

"You're amazing," I blurt out. "I mean, you look great, too."

A light blush covers her cheeks as she smile widely. "Thanks."

Now that there's a moment of silence between us, I take it to study the tall girl in front of me. She's wearing a lavender colored strapless dress, paired with a white cardigan and sandals. Her hair is pretty natural, straight with a slight curl at the bottom. I don't think I've ever met anyone more perfect than her.

"I don't mean to interrupt whatever weird thing is going on here, but Aubrey is coming over and I'd rather her not think our Legacy is malfunctioning and Bechloe's lovechild is broken," Stacie speaks up, waving her hand around as she does.

"Ooooohhh," this new information distracts me. "Aubrey's coming here?"

"Yes," she turns me around and pushes me towards Emily and out the door. "So go out, enjoy yourselves and don't come back here tonight!"

The door slams behind us, effectively bringing us back to the awkward silence of a couple moments ago.

"Um, what do you think Stacie plans to do with Aubrey while Amy is in there?" my comment is successful in breaking the ice.

Emily throws her head back in laughter, easing my nerves. "I have no idea but I'd rather not be here to find out. Let's go!" she grabs my hand and starts pulling me in the direction of the hotel lobby.

I try to ignore the urge to jump for joy. "You never told me where exactly we were going."

"Oh, well it's the only place I could find that didn't only serve fish!" Emily shares excitedly. "It's right down the street from here."

"Awesome, but you know, anywhere would've been fine with me."

"Yeah," she shrugs. "But I wanted it to be special."

"You did?" my throat closes up with emotion.

"Of course," Emily beams, squeezing my hand gently. "Aren't first dates supposed to be special?"

"Y-yeah," I stutter like an idiot. "First dates are special."

We engage in small talk the rest of the way to our destination and my nerves decrease with each step we take. The place she picked, Tom's Bistro, is small but very nice. I hold the door open for her, and push her chair in, like I've seen in any romantic movie ever. It's not too crowded, so we're able to order fairly quickly.

"I'm really glad you said yes," the legacy is first to break the silence. "I didn't know if you would because you never said anything after we kissed that one night, so I wasn't sure."

I choke on the water I was sipping on, nearly performing a spit take, "You remember that?!"

Emily tilts her head to the side with a small smile. "Of course, why wouldn't I?"

"Well, you never said anything about it after," biting my lip nervously, I look up to meet her wide brown eyes.

"You didn't either," she breathes, leaning forward. "I just thought maybe you weren't ready or something."

Finally relaxed, I let out a relieved laugh. "I thought you weren't ready or something! Or, that you didn't feel the same way."

She giggles, smiling widely. "You're amazing! Why wouldn't I feel the same way?"

A blush creeps up the back of my neck and over my cheeks, her flattering words warming my insides as well as my skin. "I don't know," I look over through the window to avoid her inquiring eyes. "I just didn't think you would."

"I definitely do, Grace," Emily reaches across the table and grips my hand in both of hers. "I think you're the greatest person ever. For one, you're the only one at home who calls me by my actually name instead of Legacy. I mean, don't get me wrong I love it, it's just nice to hear my actual name once in a while. Plus, you're always super supportive of everything I do, which makes my heart race to be honest. So, to answer my own question, that's why I feel the same way."

"Wow, Em," she squeezes my hand gently. "I guess I just didn't think that you thought that highly of me."

Emily leans back with a wide smile. "Well, you do now,"

We both grin at each other like a bunch of idiots, our conversation turning towards the World's competition and other related topics. Our food is brought out a little while later and I can honestly say it's one of the best things I've ever tasted. Thank god the tall soon-to-be sophomore had picked a place that didn't exclusively serve fish. Everything went pretty well after that. More small talk was exchanged and we both argued on paying the bill, until I pulled out Fat Amy's brand new credit card and we both agreed that she owed us one.

The walk back to the hotel was obviously more relaxed than the walk from, and it was slightly due to the fact that Emily's hand was tethering me to the present and not my own mind.

"So, normally, in the movies we kiss at the door and one of us leaves," I scratch the back of my neck while we stand awkwardly at the entrance to our room. "But, since we're rooming together that kind of hinders my awkward get away."

Emily grins at me while I turn to awkwardly fumble with the door. Once I finally get it open, I take a step into the room, only to be quickly spun around and pulled forward.

Holy shit.

She's kissing me.

I never understood why people compared a kiss to fireworks, but it feels like a firecracker just went off throughout my entire body. What feels like forever, must only be a couple of seconds because we both pull back to breathe.

Opening my mouth to say something, I'm interrupted by a light flicking on in the corner of the room.

Holy shit.

Sitting in the corner of the room, with a look between anger and amusement, is none other than Beca Effin Mitchell.

"Emily," she says casually crossing her legs and eyeing us. "Grace, where have the two of you been?"

Still frustrated because of our kiss being cut in on, I shoot the short woman a glare. "We were at dinner."

Beca raises her hands in front of her. "Hey, I was just asking a question. You never told me you were going out. I heard it from Amy when she tried to 'borrow' more money from me."

Its quiet for a moment while Emily and I exchange looks, communicating silently with our eyes.

"So, Legacy," Beca turns her attention towards the taller girl. "What's the 4-1-1?"

I really have to hand it to her. Emily holds her look for as long as she possibly can, longer than I gave her credit for, until she crumbles like a freshly baked cookie. "We were on a date!" she covers her mouth, then continues, "We went to a restaurant and talked about our feeling and then we came back and kissed."

Beca laughs. "I saw that last part, but thanks for the full story, Em. Now, what are your intentions with Grace? You do know she's sixteen, right?"

Emily suddenly sports a deer in the headlights kinda look and I'm instantly filled with the urge to protect her from this uncomfortable topic.

"Stacie is in her room with Aubrey!" I shout, drawing both pairs of eyes to me. "Em and I saw them making out back at the retreat! I'm pretty sure they're probably doing it right now in her hotel room!"

My input is effective in distracting the co-captain. Her eyebrows raise so high they might fall off her forehead.

"What?"

Her eyes search my face for honesty, before turning to Emily, who nod her head quickly with wide eyes.

Beca shoots out of her seat and bolts to the door, closing it behind her and leaving us with some parting words. "This isn't over!"

Both of us look at each other before bursting out into laughter.

I fall back on the bed behind me and look up at the girl who has captured my heart,

"We're so screwed."

"Oh yeah," she grins. "So screwed."

Any one catch that Parks and Rec reference? Let me know if you did. That show is the shit!