Kiera's POV
We walk into the front room with the hot tub.
"They have a hot tub?" Beca quietly asks surprised.
"RIGHT." I tell her.
We made our way to the living room where all the trebles were watching TV.
"Hey girls." Bumper says standing up greeting us.
"What do we have to do first?" Aubrey says getting to the point.
"Ok. Aubrey you get to sweep all the floors, Beca wash all the treble jackets, and Kiera clean up the kitchen and do the dishes." Bumper tells us.
Ugggggg I hate doing dishes. But whatever I have to do it for the Bellas.
We all break up to do our jobs.
When I get to the kitchen there's a HUGE mountain of dishes in the sink.
"Oh my god." I say frustrated. Well, time to get started.
I decide to play music while I wash dishes. I put on Swagger Jagger by Cher Lloyd and start singing along.
'Swagger jagger, swagger jagger
You should get some of your own
Count that money, get your game up
Get your game up, get your, get your, game up
You can't stop looking at me, staring at me
Be what I be, you can't stop looking at me,
So get up out my face,
You can't stop clicking at me,
Writing 'bout me, tweeting 'bout me,
I can't stop, it's what it gone be,
My swagger's in check
Get on the floor, get, get, get on the floor
My swagger's in check
Get on the floor, get, get, get on the floor
I got it in check
Swagger jagger, swagger jagger
You should get some of your own
Count that money, get your game up
You're a hater, just let it go'
10 minutes later I get about 1/2 way done with the dishes when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I jump and almost drop the glass I'm holding. Turning around I see those familiar bright blue eyes.
"Sorry did I scare you?" Greg asks me worriedly.
I smile. "A little but it's ok."
He relaxes. "Good. How are you doing?"
"Eh. I hate dishes and Bumper but other than that pretty good." I respond.
"I'm sorry." He says.
"It's ok it's not your fault." I assure him.
He sits on the counter and keeps me company until I finish the dishes.
By then Bumper walks in. "Kiera now that you're done get us lunch."
"Like hell I will." I tell him annoyed.
"Kiera." Aubrey warns, overhearing me.
"Ughhhh." I groan, "Fine what do you want."
Everyone gives me what they want and I write their orders down. Grabbing my keys, purse, and phone I leave to go get their food.
"Kiera wait!" Greg says running out the door behind me.
"Yeah?" I ask turning around.
"Is it okay if I come with?" He asked.
"Sure." I tell him smiling.
"Yay!" He says slinging his arm around my shoulders and walking with me.
We get to my creme colored Mini Cooper with two black stripes on the top and get in. Greg immediately starts playing music.
We sing along to Avril Lavigne's Here's to Never Growing Up.
'Singing Radiohead at the top of our lungs
With the boom box blaring as we're falling in love
Got a bottle of whatever, but it's getting us drunk
Singing here's to never growing up
Call up all our friends, go hard this weekend
For no damn reason, I don't think we'll ever change
Meet you at the spot, half past ten o'clock
We don't ever stop, and we're never gonna change
Say, won't you stay forever stay
If you stay forever hey
We can stay forever young
Singing Radiohead at the top of our lungs
With the boom box blaring as we're falling in love
Got a bottle of whatever, but it's getting us drunk
Singing, here's to never growing up
We'll be running down the street, yelling "Kiss my ass!"
I'm like yeah whatever, we're still living like that
When the sun's going down, we'll be raising our cups
Singing, here's to never growing up
Oh whoa, oh whoa, here's to never growing up
Oh whoa, oh whoa, here's to never growing up
We live like rock stars, dance on every bar
This is who we are, I don't think we'll ever change (hell no!)
They say just grow up, but they don't know us
We don't give a fuck, and we're never gonna change
Say, won't you stay forever stay
If you stay forever hey
We can stay forever young
Singing Radiohead at the top of our lungs
With the boom box blaring as we're falling in love
Got a bottle of whatever, but it's getting us drunk
Singing, here's to never growing up
We'll be running down the street, yelling "Kiss my ass!"
I'm like yeah whatever, we're still living like that
When the sun's going down, we'll be raising our cups
Singing, here's to never growing up
Oh whoa, oh whoa, here's to never growing up
Oh whoa, oh whoa, here's to never growing up
Say, won't you stay forever stay
If you stay forever hey
We can stay forever young
Singing Radiohead at the top of our lungs
With the boom box blaring as we're falling in love
I got a bottle of whatever, but it's getting us drunk
Singing, here's to never growing up
We'll be running down the street, yelling "Kiss my ass!"
I'm like yeah whatever, we're still living like that
When the sun's going down, we'll be raising our cups
Singing, here's to never growing up
Oh whoa, oh whoa, here's to never growing up
Oh whoa, oh whoa, (yeah raise your glass and say) here's to never growing up
Oh whoa, oh whoa, (da de da de da) here's to never growing up (no we're never growing up)
Oh whoa, oh whoa, here's to never growing up'
The song finishes as we pull up to the food place.
"I love that song. And your a really good singer." I told Greg getting out of the car.
"Me too and thanks but your way better." He complimented me.
Blushing I open the door and we walk in and order.
While we wait for our food I check my phone and there's a text from Maya.
Maya: Hey gurl how u holding up?
I quickly reply.
Kiera: Pretty good I mean I would like to strangle Bumper at times but u kno... :P
"So Kiera, do you maybe want to go out again?" Greg asks me nervously after I put down my phone.
"I would love that." I smiled. He smiled back.
I thought for a minute.
"Hey I have an idea." I said.
"What is it?" He asked me
"Well, there's a new bowling place that opened up not to far from here and at midnight they have it for free. Maybe you, me, Maya, Kayden, Emmy, Donald, Beca, and Jesse could check it out sometime after regionals?" I asked.
"That sounds great!" He said back, "Speaking of regionals, are you nervous? It is in a few days."
"Umm, to be honest I am nervous. Like with dance I only have to remember the choreography and with our performance I have to remember choreography, sing, sound good, and make sure I have the right part and pitch. What about you are you nervous?" I replied.
"Nah it's fun. And don't worry I know you'll do great." He assured me, smiling.
We talked a little more and grabbed the food and left.
When we got to the treble house I passed out all the food and by then it was time to go.
"Ok Beca, Kiera, it's time to go." Aubrey tells us.
"YESSS." I let out a relieved sigh.
"Finally!" Beca says.
Aubrey goes to get her jacket while me and Beca say bye to the trebles. I really only say bye to Kayden, Donald, and Jesse and so does Beca. Before Aubrey comes back Greg gives me a quick hug and then we leave.
Finally the day is over and now we only have to think about regionals.
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