Pitch Perfect 3

Fourteen

Fat Amy's POV

"When my dad asks us if we do, I don't think he should call you fat Amy." Bumper brings up for about the third time.

"Bumper, we've had this conversation so many times, fat Amy is my name, that's what people have called me for years!" I argue, he sighs.

"Nope, your name is Amy, so it's do you, Amy, takes Bumper-"

"Gum Drop." I interrupt him, making him look totally confused at me.

"Gum Drop?" He questions the random word.

"Yeah. If I can't be called fat Amy, then you have to be called Bumper Gum Drop." I tell him.

"What if I let you be called fat Patricia?" He tries to compromise.

"No! Patricia is out of the question!" I wave my arms in the air, trying to get my point through his thick head.

"No, we're either doing fat Patricia or Amy."

"Fine! Gum Drop it is, then!" I exclaim, trying to make him give in.

"Fine, then I'll be Bumper Gum Drop and you'll be Amy Gum Drop!"

"Okay, whatever!" Then an idea pops in my head. "Then I'm going to be the Gum Drop queen and you'll be the Gum Drop king!" The door is knocked upon and Bumper goes to get it.

"Beca, can you go talk some sense into the bride to be?" I hear Bumper ask Beca, who makes her way towards me. "Jesse!"

"What's going on?" Beca asks. "What must I talk into you?"

"Oh my God, that sounded so wrong."

"Yeah, I just heard it." She responds, a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, Beca, sometimes I try to say 'ow, my toes', when I stub my toes on the damn bed, then I accidentally say 'ow, mitosis'." I tell her.

"Yeah, okay, so what am I supposed to tell you?" She asks again.

"How my father should say Amy, not fat Amy when we do our I do's at the wedding and the wedding rehearsal."

"Oh."

"But, I said if I do go as Amy or fat Patricia, he has to use Gum Drop as his last name." I add, Beca nods.

"Oh my God, that'd be adorable, the Gum Drop queen and king!" Beca exclaims, making Jesse chuckle. "What do you think Jesse?"

"I don't know," Jesse shrugs before I shriek.

"Oh my God!" I scream. "You're engaged! You're engaged! Finally, after so damn long, someone knocked some sense into you!"

"We're not engaged." Beca mutters.

"Is this a joke?" Bumper speaks up. "Of course you're engaged, it's an engagement ring!"

"Not necessarily." We all turn our heads to Jesse. "When Beca is ready to get married, she'll tell me."

"That's retarded!" I exclaim. "I mean, yeah, it's romantic and sweet and all, but aren't you ready, Bec?" And now I wish I didn't say anything.

"I- I don't know, I mean-"

"It doesn't matter." Jesse speaks up, saving Beca. "When she's ready, I'll be ready, and I'll wait until I'm put in a nursing home, if that's how long it takes for her to assure herself that's what she wants."

"That's adorable guys, but now I feel horrible for making the little Mitchel stutter." I put my right hand on my chest.

"It's fine, Ames." Beca assures me.

"That's what I will be called!" I yell. "Ames! That will be my name. 'Ames, do you take Bumper- whatever your last name is- to be your lawfully wedded husband?'"

"It's better than fat Amy."

"Ooh! What about fat Ames?" I suggest. "I like it!"

"It's either Ames or Amy or fat Patricia." Bumper reminds me, I nod.

"Crap, now I'm tied down by my fiancé? I should be in charge, Bumper!"

"Once we get married, you can be that controlling wife that every man fears." Bumper promises me.