With One Note (A Pitch Perfect fanfiction)

Chapter 1-5: But Thanks

A/N. (I don't own most of the characters and certain parts of the plot. Courtesy goes to the creative team behind the movie Pitch Perfect.) This would be me begging for your honest reviews. =) I hope you're enjoying the story so far!

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Chapter 1-5: But Thanks

Donald and Jesse were settled at the backyard of the Treble house while the moon's ample light eased out the night's darkness and the little bonfire before them provided warmth against the breeze. Jesse had been indulging himself reading a book for the past thirty minutes. Donald sat laxly in his foldable camping chair, his head hyperextended so that he faced the stars in the sky, listening to Flo Rida while he frolicked with a baseball – throwing it vertically upwards over and over.

"Dude, if that ball gets lost in the woods, I'm going to crush your eyeglasses," remarked Jesse.

Donald continued playing with the ball. "Don't worry, Jesse. I'll make sure it gets back into your treasure box by morning."

"I don't get how you can amuse yourself all night with that little ball," said Jesse as he kept his sight locked to what he was reading.

Donald chuckled. "Dude, I don't get how you can amuse yourself all night reading that piece of shit!" He mocked.

"It's not shit. It's a book by John Green, entitled The Fault in Our Stars," defended Jesse.

"Hence, the alias piece of girly, overdramatic shit."

Jesse diverted the core of the conversation. "Did you hear that this book will have a film adaptation soon?"

"Like I care," Donald scoffed.

"This is actually Beca's favorite book. When I heard about the film adaptation, I decided to read it."

"Oh yeah! You're one of those kids who so wanted to have read the printed word first before seeing the motion picture, yeah?"

Jesse's brows furrowed in annoyance. "Not exactly, Duck! I wanted to read it so that I can compose my own soundtrack ahead of the big guys. It's a tragedy and the best way to a tragic OST is to meddle with the narrator's tone of speaking. You know, Hazel was a teenage girl but if you read the part where Gus died and she was mourning, you could still hear the consistency of 'badass-slash-hilarious-Hazel' in the way that she chose her words. I already have tons of ideas for this. I hope I can start uploading by the end of next month. It'll boost up my YouTube views."

"Wow, St. James! Nice strategy. I didn't know you had it in you!" Donald mocked.

"St. James?" Jesse's forehead creased. "I mocked you with Donald Duck and the best you could come up with was Jesse St. Ja-," He pulled up upon coming to a realization. "Holy crap! Donald! You watch Glee!"

Jesse's last word made Donald miss the catch and hit himself on the forehead with the baseball. Jesse pulled out his iPhone and started tapping on the screen. "Man, Twitter-verse will go crazy when they learn about Donald the Gleek!" He said out loud.

"Jesse! Don't you fucking dare!" Donald warned as he plugged out his earphones. He held Jesse's ball up. "Hey Swanson! Any last words?" He scoffed as he positioned his arm ready to throw the ball far off to the blind woods. A devious smile crooked out of his face.