Senior Year

Fourteen Hour Smoothie

"Hey," Beca said, addressing a tip-toeing Fat Amy. Having just got off the phone to leave Jesse a message, she could really use some of the witty lines that her friend had to offer.

"What? A girl can't say she'd going to grab a smoothie and return fourteen hours later?" Amy was on the defensive, but it was funny to watch. "There's nothing suspicious about that. Why you up so late anyways?"

Fat Amy walked over to the side of her bed, a puzzled expression on her face.

"I've just been figuring some things out." Beca wiped a tear from her eye, trying hard not to think too much about her let-down of a day at work.

"You working on the set?" Amy went into their sort-of walk-in wardrobe. Beca wasn't sure what to say but decided that a half-truth would be better than lying completely. Fat Amy was very good at weeding out secrets, hence why she was usually the one Beca went to when she needed to talk to someone other than Jesse.

"Uh no, not on the set," Beca muttered. Fat Amy came out of the wardrobe space a minute later and sat down on her bed. "If you did want to share something with me, your best friend," she said, approaching the subject carefully. "I'm a great keeper of secrets. I'm like a safe that locks with a key," Amy was getting a little off-subject but it was cheering Beca up. "And the key is stashed up my bum because-"

"It's fine, forget it. It's all good."

"So it's got nothing to do with that internship that you sneak off to?" Fat Amy didn't show any sort of expression but the brunette was suddenly very worried. If Amy knew, then what about the other Bellas? Did Chloe know and just refused to say?

"Come on Beca. You know how we do that thing every month where I take twenty dollars out of your purse and you pretend not to notice? I saw your ID badge in your bag. Don't be mad." For some reason, this secret didn't seem to faze Fat Amy as she looked blankly at Beca, the brunette trying to wrap her head around the situation.

"I'm not, I'm not mad," Beca muttered. "About the badge, the money I want to come back to..."

Fat Amy suddenly stood up and walked over to the brunette, a finger pressed to her lips. "Let's just focus on your lie. Beca why didn't you tell us? Or at least Chloe?"

The mention of the redhead's name sent a shiver down Beca's spine except this time it didn't feel happy. She could only feel pure and utter guilt. The moment she begun to hate her decision, she remembered why she'd done it. "It was just easier," she said, attempting to shake the truth of Amy's statement off. "There's just so much going and Chloe would lose her mind if she didn't think my sole focus was on winning worlds."

As she spoke, Beca could only imagine what Chloe would say if she found out the truth. She would no doubt feel betrayed. That would lead to her crying. Beca's thoughts simmered down as the memory of Chloe crying echoed around in her mind.

Feeling a lump form in her throat, Beca said, "Sorry, just now I'm freaking out 'cause um, it turns out, like, totally not good enough to be a music producer which is cool and fun to know as I enter the rest of my life."

"Ok, just gonna stop you right there," Fat Amy said, bringing the brunette back to reality. "You're the most talented person that I know, and I've met three of the wiggles! Intimately! Beca, do you know how awesome you are? You're Beca effing Mitchell ok? You're the big 'BM'! You're awesome."

Fat Amy paused for a moment. "Do you need some of my confidence 'cause I could probably tone mine down a notch."

Not quite sure what else to do in the situation, Beca agreed.

"Ok, I'm gonna get you the good stuff now," Fat Amy said, her hand reaching behind her.

"No, I don't want butt confidence. I don't- I don't want it, no!" With Fat Amy determined to give Beca her butt confidence, the blonde girl climbed onto the brunette's bed and smothered her with 'confidence'.