Remind Me I'm Alive (Bechloe)

Writer's Block

"So how are we gonna get Beca and Chloe back?" Stacie asked as she walked through the house with a sandwich in her hand. "Because personally, I wanna make them cry for making us move every single piece of furniture in the house back." She took swallowed the the bite of sandwich she had in her mouth before she added, "It was kind of genius though."

"I can't talk right now. Trying to finish this book," Emily muttered.

"You've been trying to finish that book for months. Can you speed it up, sis? Kind of have plans and you're the Robin to my Batman."

"If anything, I'm Batman," Emily responded, still not giving her full attention to her friend, instead reading over the words she had typed.

Stacie just glanced at her before walking over to the couch and gently shutting Emily's laptop which caused the younger woman to whine as she looked up at her.

"I love you, babe, but I gotta get you away from this thing," Stacie said before taking the laptop and sitting it down on their coffee table. "Staring at that screen will give you bad eyes anyway."

"Dude, I was almost there!" Emily replied.

Stacie glanced at her. "You sound like Beca."

"Oh really?" The younger woman forced a jokingly smile as she stood up. "It's almost as if we're sisters or something."

Stacie rolled her eyes but finished her sandwich. "So now that your attention is on me, what are we going to do to the two who think they're cooler than us?"

"Why do you want to prank them back so much?" Emily laughed.

"Em, this was an act of war they started. It's only right we finish it."

"Yeah," Emily trailed off. "I might have started it."

"You what?" Stacie shouted with wide eyes.

"Well, I may or may not have taken all of Beca's cups and bowls and put them on the top shelf so she couldn't reach them."

Stacie immediately began laughing out loud as her hand went to her stomach in pain. "That is incredible and I can't believe I've never thought of that."

Emily shrugged. "Well I am cooler than you."

"Oh shut it," Stacie smacked the woman's arm and followed her into the kitchen. "But I do want to get them back."

"And we will," the shorter woman sighed. "But we can't get them back too soon because they'll be expecting it."

Stacie pointed her finger at Emily. "Smart thinking. How's your writing going?"

"You just saw it," the brunette glared at her. "I just have to finish this last chapter but I haven't been able to for like four months. Nothing I write seems good."

"Have you talked to any publicists or anyone who might want to do something with it?"

Emily sat down on top of their counter as she ate a banana, Stacie just leaning on the island in the middle of the kitchen. "Yeah, I've talked to a handful of publicists and companies but none of them are even willing to read it unless it's finished."

"I'm sorry, but I know as soon you finish they will be lining up at our door waiting to get your book published," the taller woman smiled widely.

"I'm sure," Emily replied not believing a word her friend was saying.

They were silent for a few moments before Stacie spoke up. "Right, that's it. We're going out."

"What? I don't want to," Emily said as she looked at the woman who was already moving around the room to grab things.