Only Human

What 22 Really Means

"I was scared of dentists and the dark

I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations

Oh, all my friends are turning green

You're the magician's assistant in their dreams

Oh, and they come unstuck

Lady, running down to the riptide

Taken away to the dark side

I wanna be your left hand man

I love you when you're singing that song and

I got a lump in my throat because

You're gonna sing the words wrong"

Fat Amy sighed sadly listening to the tiny brunette sing a slow, passionate, unfamiliar song in the shower. It must have been an original she had produced, and Amy knew it was about Chloe. That was undeniable. She didn't know if Beca was being serious about talking to Jesse or not. She also knew it was immoral to out her friend like this, but if Beca didn't ever tell Chloe how she felt, she was going to be miserable for the rest of her life. Code Red happened, and she had to tell Aubrey and the rest of the girls even though it was wrong.

She dialed the blonde's number. "Aubrey Posen speaking."

"Aubrey," Fat Amy said, "You still at lunch with the girls?"

"Unfortunately. Last minute bachelorette party planning is exhausting. A big masquerade ball."

"Well, I think you all need to save that for later—"

"But the bachelorette party is tomor—"

"Aubrey," There was a pause over the phone as Amy hesitated. It came out as a whisper, "Code Red happened."

"Code Red?!"

"Yes."

"For serious?!"

"Yes, just get your flat butts over here. Beca needs our help even if she doesn't want to admit it," she said, glancing back over at the bathroom to check if the brunette had heard it, but the singing never stopped, so she took that as a good sign.

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Beca came out of the shower fully clothed, brushing her out her long brown hair when her stomach growled, "Hey Amy, I'm gonna order piz—"

Her sentence got stuck in her throat as she saw the living room or rather who was in the living room. She stopped dead in her tracks. Her Bella cast mates were all there, all except Chloe. Emily, Aubrey, Flo, and Amy were on the couch. Stacie and Cynthia Rose were scrunched together on the recliner, and Lilly, Denise, Jessica and Ashely had pulled up chairs from the dining room table. They all had papers in their hands. Some of them looked uncomfortable, some looked sad, and some were looking way too happy.

"What's this?" Beca asked.

Aubrey stood up, "This is a Bella intervention for you."

The DJ's eyebrows rose, but then she started feeling a little guilty, "Okay, I may or may not be an alcoholic, but I don't have a problem."

"Not that kind of intervention, Beca," Jessica said. She sounded annoyed. "A Bechloe intervention."

"Excuse me? Why would I need a Bechloe intervention?" Beca said with air quotes.

"Give it up, Beca. We all know. Fat Amy told us that you were in love with Chloe...not that we needed a confession. Your lesbian crush can be seen from space," Aubrey said.