Acapella

Chapter 8- Bus Rides

"Okay, don't you flat butts worry, I got this. I'm just gonna pump and dump," Amy explained when we stopped at a gas station.

I sat back, putting my earbud back in and focused. I looked over the lyrics over and over, finding inspiration in each one. I smiled as I read through the final product. I put my laptop in my shoulder bag, closing my eyes as I felt the bus move again.

I felt like I was in the state of being asleep and awake as Amy drove. I took out my earbud, thinking I heard something.

"I hopped off the plane at LAX, with a dream and my cardigan," Chloe sang, making me smile.

"Welcome to the land excess. Am I gonna fit in?" I joined in, harmonizing.

We all started singing. Beca wouldn't budge. Stacie got out of her seat, waiting for Beca. Beca started the song, and we sang as a group. I beat boxed, smiling brightly at the group.

We trailed off when the bus made noises. Fat Amy stopped when she looked at the gas.

"What the hell?" Aubrey questioned.

"Um, it's pretty cool, actually. I think we're just runnin' out of gas," Amy said quickly.

"Well, that can't be," Aubrey protested.

"You just filled it," I added.

"Yeah, I did. And yet, maybe I didn't because I got hit by flying Mexican food." Amy frowned. "And... we're out."

"Aca-scuse me?" Aubrey said in disbelief.

"Aca-believe it," Amy replied. "What are we gonna do?"

"Maybe we could call-"

"No! Don't even say it, Chloe, how dare you," Aubrey stopped her.

"No, that's actually a good idea. I've got Bumper's number," Amy explained.

"I also have my brother's number," I said in an obvious tone, holding up my phone.

"Why do you have Bumper's number?" Aubrey questioned.

"Uh... uh... uh..." Amy said awkwardly.

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"So, Bellas, what boring, estrogen-filled set have you prepared for us this evening?" Bumper asked sarcastically.

"Uh, excuse me, but you guys are going to get pitch-slapped so hard, your man-boobs are going to concave," Amy snapped.

"Nine miles, guys," Donald said as I looked over his shoulder.

I started beat boxing quietly, making him smile. We did it together, smiling. I was tempted to lay my head on his shoulder. I sat back when he was done, fighting back a grin. I sat back, but then felt the wind being pushed out of me. I coughed quietly.

"(Y/n), are you okay?" Stacie asked.

"Fine." I nodded, getting a cough drop from the side pocket of my bag.

"You okay?" Andy mouthed.

"Fine," I said, letting the cough drop into my mouth.