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FAT AMY HAD INITIATED THE PILLOW FIGHT WHEN SHE SMACKED ELLE ON THE HEAD. She had then retaliated and thrown the one from the sofa in her direction and accidentally hit Chloe instead. And that was how they all got dragged into a mass pillow fight in the lounge.
Beca was the last to arrive home. "What am I looking at?" She asked once she did so, looking around at all of the girls jumping on the furniture in their pyjamas with feathers from their pillows floating in the air around them.
"We're pillow fighting!" Chloe called out while Elle and Fat Amy continued to target each other. Fat Amy threw her pillow at the brunette who quickly dropped onto the sofa and avoided it. Sending it flying directly into Becas shoulder. "Aah!" She grunted making the girls laugh.
Beca laughed at the group. "You know this sets women back, like, 30 years?" She pointed out, gesturing to the classing girl's sleepover with pillow fights.
Chloe shrugged. "We're just relieving some stress." She brushed off, dropping down on the sofa beside Elle, narrowly avoiding a pillow from Stacie who had been aiming for Cynthia.
Beca shrugged them off. "This was on the porch." She pointed out, all the girls crowded around the envelope which was taken and opened by Elle.
"Ooh. What is that?" Jessica and Ashley asked in union before hitting each other with pillows once again.
"Looks fancy." Chloe noticed, just as Elle opened the envelope and it released a strange zen noise which made her snap the card closed again, she opened it again and then closed it again when it did the same thing before she finally opened it. "Looks like we've been invited to sing at some kind of a party." She noticed, reading the card over Elles's shoulder.
"We're going to sing?" Emily asked excitedly. "Finally!" She jumped off the sofa excitedly.
"Well, there's just an address and a password," Elle noted.
"How sexy and mysterious." Fat Amy hummed, they all looked at her with a frown which she ignored.
"Yeah. Like how all my teeth are from other people." Lily mumbled under her breath unnervingly.
The group took a few minutes to get changed and ready before they headed to the stranger location. "Anyone else scared?" Emily asked and most of the group nodded since they were feeling the same.
"Not really. I already lived longer than I expected." Francisca contradicted.
Once they arrived at the front door, they all were too scared to knock and so Elle pushed Beca forward and she was the one who knocked. They all jumped from the noise when whoever was on the other side of the door slid open the hatch in the door.
"Password." The man spoke simply.
Beca looked around at the girls who beckoned for her to do so. "Fart noise." She said awkwardly and the man on the other side of the door huffed.
"Did you not see the parentheses?" He asked and Beca sighed, finally making the farting noise again her arm, resulting in the door opening and the man being revealed. He was bald and wearing a blue kimono, riding a scooter. "Bellas! I'm so glad you all came. Come on in." He beaconed, leading them to his kitchen. He stood on one side while they stood on the other. "Standing in front of you, ladies happens to be the world's biggest Cappella fan." He said excitedly.
"We found you!" Elle smiled awkwardly.
"Hello. Here I am." He grinned, resting his hands under his chin.
"What can we do for you?" Elle asked curiously. Since they had been dragged to a random house in the middle of the evening, in a random neighbourhood, with a random guy, she'd like to know why.
He breathed in a breath of fresh air before beginning his explanation. "So, last week when I was having a tinkle, it occurred to me..." He started. "Do not, do not!" He suddenly screamed out when Fat Amy reached forwards to touch his pot duck that was sitting on his counter.
"Sorry. That was rude." Beca apologised for the blonde who held her hands up in the air in defence, taking a step away from the counter, the duck and the man.
"You do not come to a gentleman's house and touch his goose." He scolded and Amy looked down.
"So are we early, or..." Elle asked, wondering why they were the only ones who were in his house.
He shook his head, grabbing his scooter again. "Actually, you're pretty late. Come on, let's go!" He beckoned, leading them into an underground area of his house where a huge party was taking place. "This is the big time." He announced before disappearing between all the people.
"Das Sound Machine, two o'clock." Chloe suddenly whispered to Becaβsince she usually got the most flustered.
"Tiny Mouses! We meet again. Another verbal beatdown. The highlight of my day. So, have you abandoned your foolish plans to face us at the Worlds?" She asked, immediately beginning the taunting.
"You wish, you gorgeous specimen." Beca snapped back. She's really in my head." She groaned, rubbing her temples.
"Very well. I'll be happy to send you there. I'll mail you. Large envelopes cost nothing." She shrugged and the girls all rolled their eyes at the group's comments.
"Well, it will cost more than nothing. But still cheaper than shipping, like, a horse, or perhaps an adult moose." The man behind her once again contradicted and the blonde woman sent him a look because of it.
"Did you ever think maybe you're too big? It would cost a fortune to mail you. You're enormous!" Beca snapped, pushing herself towards them while Chloe held her back and Elle glared at her furiously before they all decided it would just be best if they walked away.
Beca looked down at her shoe self consciously, "Yeah. Just need to find, like, a taller pair of shoes. Wasn't a big deal." She stressed, looking at the pair of slightly heeled boots she was wearing.
"Hey!" Jesse appeared behind Elle, placing both hands on his waist to turn her around.
"Hey! What are you doing here? What is going on?" She asked worried and Jesse shrugged.
"Welcome!" The bald guy suddenly announced while all the chatter started to become whispers until it became nothing.
"I guess I gotta go." He huffed, kissing her cheek before returning to his group.
"No. Why?" Elle stressed.
"I don't know." He huffed.
"Welcome to the first-ever showdown of the National A Cappella Laser Ninja Dragon League! Can you dig it? Okay, let's meet our teams. First, we have The Treblemakers! Yeah! Okay. We have the Barden Bellas. We have the Tone Hangers!" He began to introduce all the groups, pointing at them when he said their names.
β« "Sorbet Sorbet Sorbet Sorbet And a cherry on top." β«
"And taking a break from their national tour, Das Sound Machine!" He announced and all the Bella's rolled their eyes and scoffed when he did. Even more when they started to chant.
DSM! Ja! DSM! Ja! DSM! Ja!
"And the pride of Wisconsin, the Green Bay Packers!" Elle couldn't deny she had always been a fan of them, so had Jesse. The pair were slight fan girls and often listened to their music together.
"Let's go!"
"Here we go, baby!"
"Let's go!"
"What?"
"I'd like to be the brisket in that man-sandwich."
"Well, here's how this is gonna work. When I point to you, you sing a song from one of the categories that's gonna appear up there on the big board. There's only one rule. You have to meet the beat." He explained. "Here, come here." He beckoned over a boy from DSM. "But you have to do it "Follow the Leader" style." He explained and everyone started to woo.
The boy from DSM started to riff and that was when the man called over a man with a huge afro from The Tone Hangers. "Oh, boy! Oh, goodness. That was fun. Now, if you can't carry the tune, the whole team's out. As in, you are gone!" He started and then tried to pick up a heavy stick to hit a plate contraption. "And then... Cornelius, this is too heavy. I told you before. Because I hurt my arm saluting the flag." He huffed, struggling to lift it "Okay, sorry. Now, the winners will get epic bragging rights!" He announced but nobody was particularly happy.
"What?"
"That's it?"
"Oh. And I'm sorry. Did I not mention this? A $42,000 gift card to Dave and Buster's!" He shouted and everyone started to cheer and chant again. "I know Clay Matthews wants it. Okay. All right, let's get this thing started. Let's take a look at the first category." He spoke, pointing to the spinner on the Tv, It gave Elle Dejavu from the riff-off they did when she started to Bella's. "Ooh. Songs about butts. Okay." He announced once it pinged on the screen.
"Anything on the radio, basically, right?" Beca asked and Elle nodded. "Right." She affirmed.
"Think about what you're gonna sing." He instructed them all. "Let's start with Das Sound Machine!" He began, pointing at the German team.
β« "She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Thighs like what, what, what
All night long
Let me see that thong (c'mon)" β«
β« "Baby (girl, I know you wanna show da na da na)
That thong th-thong, thong, thong." β«
Next, he pointed to The Tone hangersβa group that now included Bumper since the Trebles banned him.
β« "Oh, shake shake shake, shake shake shake
Shake your booty, shake your booty
Oh, shake shake shake, shake shake shake
Shake your booty, shake your booty, oh yeah." β«
The next group was the Bella's and Elle was leading them which made her sort of nervous for that part.
β« "Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
Jesse could barely take his eyes off his girlfriend as she sang, but he also couldn't help but notice that the blonde Treble, Eric was looking at him the same way he was. He nudged him slightly and gave him a look which made the boy look away. He still didn't like it.
Nevertheless, it continued, next we're the Green Bat Panthers.
β« "TJ, can you handle this?
David, can you handle this?
Clay, can you handle this?
I don't think they can handle this!" β«
β« "I don't think you're ready for this jelly
I don't think you're ready for this
'Cause my body too bootylicious for ya, babe." β«
The next group up was the Trebles with Benji leading them and Jesse backing him up.
β« "I like big butts an' I can not lie.
You otha brothas can't deny.
That when a girl walks in wit' a itty bitty waist an'
A round thing in yo' face. You get SPRUNG." β«
Once they finished the first verse it seemed that something else had captured Benji's attention.
"Girl, I love that butt But the butt's not what matters You know what does? Courtship and chivalry I'll take you to a nice hot meal And I'll tip the waiter." He sang instead of the actual lyrics, catching Eyes with Emily.
"Oh, my God, stop! Stop! What was that, yo? Not how we play the game. Do you think you're a better lyricist than Sir Mix-a-Lot, a man who was knighted by Queen? You know the band Queen?" The man lectured and Elle sighed, rather enjoying watching her boyfriend sing.
"Yes. No, sir, I do not. I just... I couldn't help it. I caught a glimpse of an angel. I got inspired." He excused, glancing over at Emily again who had turned slightly red.
"Well, you're going to hell. Because, Treblemakers, you gone! You gone! Bye-bye." He spoke, hitting the large plate-like contraption to say that they were out.
"Sorry. Sorry. I'm sorry." Benji apologised and his group let him off, telling him it was okay and he didn't need to worry.
" Four left. Let's take a look at the next category! Oh. Country love!" He spoke softly.
"Oh! Oh, oh! I am all about this! Nobody in this room has loved more tender than I have. Please pick us. Let me have it. Let us have it. Let the world have it." Clay from the Green Bay Panthers jumped forwards ecstatically
"Yeah! I would give it to him. All right, then. Well, why don't we start with you? Tone Hangers, you're up. You're up." He spoke, pointing to the croup in the red and white cardigans
"What? All right, I got this. I got this. I got this. This is my jam! How about them Cowboys?" One guyβthe one Fat Amy had previously punched in the face and kicked in the balls, walked forward to take lead.
β« "I went skydiving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named Fu Manchu
And I loved deeper
The Bella's were up next, with Beca leading this time.
β« "I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights
I slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats." β«
The man pointed to the Panthers next. But they stepped forwards and didn't sing anything. "Come on, man." His friends encouraged but he still didn't sing anything. "I got nothing. Come on! God damn it! I got nothing, guys!" He complained angrily about himself.
"What?" David beside him sighed.
"I'm sorry." He apologised again.
"You blew it. Man, you are such a dis-a-ca-pointment."
Another grumbled.
"Reginald Wilson Moncrieff Matthews IV, what on God's green one are you doing?" The presenter asked as if he was offended that he hadn't sung.
"I had my mind on those 42 G's at D and B's." He sighed sadly.
"I'm afraid you've kissed that goodbye." He told them, approaching the plate contraption.
"No!" They shouted.
"Green Bay Packers......you gone!" He clanged the plate and they were out. "Let's see what the next category is!"
"Oh. Yes! Oh! Oh, I was his personal assistant!" Bumper suddenly jumped forward when the spinner landed on John Mayor.
"Unfair!" Fat Amy complained.
"Come on. Yep, yep. We got this. Yeah, we got this. Get in there." He encouraged as the rest of his group smacked his arse one by one while everyone looked at him weirdly.
"Okay, then why don't we start with you, Das Sound Machine!" He decided against the group and pointed towards the one opposite them.
β« "Making my way downtown
Walking fast, faces pass and I'm homebound." β«
He then passed it over to the Bella's with Chloe leading this time.
β« "We are never ever, ever getting back together
We are never ever, ever getting back together
You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me
But we are never ever, ever, ever getting back together."β«
Next up was the Tone hangers and of courseβBumper with the advantageβstepped forwards immediately.
β« "Oh-oh, what's love got to do, got to do with it?
What's love but a second-hand emotion?
What's love got to do, got to do with it?
Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?" β«
"I killed that!" He huffed when everyone started to boo him.
"Explain for everyone, because it sounds like you're implying that John Mayer and Tina Turner are having..." The bald man pointed out and Bumper nodded profusely with his hands in his hips.
"Oh, yeah." He confirmed while the rest of the groups argued against him.
"Get them out! Get them out!" DSM chanted.
"I don't know if I believe him." The man huffed again, looking over at bumper who was insisting that it was the truth. But ultimately..."Tone Hangers, you are gone!" He binged the plate and they were out too. "Two! We have our final two! Now we have a showdown! All right, come on in. Let's do this face-off style. Okay. Let's take a look, see what your final category is." He spoke while they all waited in anticipation. "'90s hip-hop jams! Okay, y'all, take a second to think about it." He said, giving them just that. "Time's up! Go!" He said, pointing at DSM
β« "This is how we do it
(This is how we do it)
I'm kinda buzzed and it's all because
Then the Bella's...
β« "Guys you know you better watch out
Some girls, some girls are only about
That thing, that thing, that thing." β«
Then DSM...
β« "That girl is poison
Never trust a big butt and smile
That girl is poison." β«
Bella's again...
β« "Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?" β«
DSM again...
β« "Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain." β«
And that was when it went all downhill. The guy pointed to Emily who had no clue what to do and thus did the first thing that came to mind. Or sang the first thing that came to mind.
β« "I got all I need when I got you and I
'Cause I look around me and see a sweet life
I'm stuck in the dark but you're my flashlight You're getting me, getting me through the night." β«
She sang until she watched the guys smile turn into a deep frown once he had approached her and the whole room had gone silent. "I'm sorry. What '90s hip-hop jam is that again?" He asked accusingly.
"Um... More like a 21 st century jam. That's it. Yeah. I wrote it." She explained flustered.
"Just stay calm." The man soothed himself. "You're saying it's an original?" He asked in disgust.
"Yes, I'm saying it's an original." She murmured.
"Boo!"
"Go home, little girl!"
"Our jam is covered!"
"We spit on originals!"
"What is your name?" He asked the brunette beside Any.
"Emily." She answered meekly.
"Emily. I hate you." He spoke bluntly and the girl cringed at his tone. In light of this embarrassing and unprofessional information, I am forced to declare... I'm sorry, guys. ...Das Sound Machine is the winner!" He declared, the Bella's scoffed and rolled their eyes when they started to cheer and hold up the card.
"Yeah!"
"Whoo!"
"Yeah!"
"Yeah!"
"Oh. Hey, did you really write that?" Beca asked once they walked away with Elle on the other side
if her.
"You shouldn't have done that, Emily. Now DSM thinks that they have the drop on us." Chloe snapped once she met up with the other three girls as well.
"I'm sorry. I panicked. I understand if you want me to crawl under a rock and die." She spoke dramatically making Elle roll her eyes at the girl.
"Hey, we don't want..." Beca insisted but Chloe still looked angry. "Hey, we don't want that." She insisted again.
"Hey, Elle, let's go meet the Green Bay Packers," Jesse said excitedly, grabbing his girlfriend and taking her over to meet them with him, the pair giddy like little kids.
"They're so cute." Chloe sighed, tilting her head at the overly obsessed with each other couple.
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