Pitch Perfect 3

Twenty nine

Beca's POV

I groan as I roll over in Jesse's and my bed. I hear the doorbell ring and I sit up in bed, stretching out my legs. I was wearing a t-shirt of Jesse's and a pair of my sweat pants. I walk downstairs, careful not to wake up Jesse, as I open the door.

There are some fucking Bella's on my doorstep.

"What the hell? Why are you here?" I scratch the side of my head, ugh, bed hair.

Aubrey rolls her eyes. "Good morning, to you, too, Beca."

"What's the damn time?" I growl, stepping back, allowing them inside, into the living room. Chloe glances at her phone screen.

"It's eleven fifty-four, Bec!" She perks, taking a seat as she oats the spot next to her, for me to sit. "Why weren't you up, yet?" She smiles like the little witch she is.

"If it's still A.M., then it's too early to just come over, you bitches." I groan, sitting down at the spot that Chloe saved for me. "Never come before three O' clock again, unless I'm hung over." The girls giggle at my irritated behavior. "What are you guys doing here, anyways?"

"Congratulations on the engagement, Beca!" Emily exclaims happily, as she scoots closer to me on the sofa. "I'm so happy for you! We all are!" I'm pretty sure Emily just bursts my ear drums, considering she's sitting right next to me, but, I try not to show the pain in my ear.

"Thanks." I groan. "I'm getting coffee, you don't get any, you morning bastards." The girls giggle as I go to make coffee.

"Bec," I jump at the sound of Jesse's voice at my ear. "Sorry."

"Dammit, Jesse, between you and the girls, I am going to die of a heart at thirty two, God." Jesse rolls his eyes at my jumpy morning self and hugs me from behind. "Good morning."

"Jesse! Hi!" I hear the familiar, thick, Australian accent. "Is it okay if I talk to Beca?" Jesse shrugs and walks away, probably just go back to sleep. "So, who's going to be your maid-of-honor?"

"Ames, I'm literally so exaughsted and it's too tired to even remember what the hell a maid-of-honor is." I admit, taking out the coffee creamer from the fridge. "Wait- are you asking to be my assistant- girl- person?"

"Uh... Yes?" Amy shrugs, taking a spoon out for me. "I mean, please? Come on, you were in my wedding!"

"Yeah, I know, I get that." I nod. "But, it's not fair to the other girls. Like, what if I picked Chloe, instead, how would that make you feel?"

"That the Bloe game is strong." I honestly can't tell if Amy is being serious anymore or not. "Beca... Chloe... Bloe... You know, that's your ship-"

"I know what it is, Amy." I roll my eyes and walk back into the living room, with my coffee.

Okay! Hi!

Been a while, eh? I've been busy with my family, considering my a family member of my own is actually getting married soon. I'm trying to update, but I've caughten the case of writer's block.

See what I did there...?

Alright! Anyways, 32k! Holy crap! That's amazing! Thank you, xo!