Pitch Perfect [ST & IT cast AU]

Chapter 6: "I know you!"

A/N:  I'm already really excited about this one.

Y/n walked into the campus internships building wearing black high tops, black ripped jeans, a black tank top with a Royal Blue flannel over, and her usual assortment of bracelets.

She approached the front desk where some guy was on the phone.

"Hi, um, I'm y/n."

"Over there," he whispered, pointing in the direction of the radio station door.

Y/n walked through the door and was met with a grungey aesthetic. It was a big room with records and CDs stacked on every shelf as well as lying all over tables and the floor.

In the corner was what looked like the recording studio. In there sat a guy in a swivel chair with his hands behind his head. He was sitting in front of the microphone with big head phones on his ears.

"9.57 WBUJ, music for the independent mind," he said in an Australian accent.

He hit play on the computer and returned to his relaxed position.

"Say, sir, again and again..." played from the speakers.

Y/n continued to look around, admiring the room's features.

"You ground me twice and I keep coming back..."

She walks up to the recording studio and looks through the windows, but she no longer sees the guy sitting there. She jumped as she heard the studio door open.

"Hey," the guy said.

"Hi," y/n responded.

"Have you been standing there long?"

"...no." He raised his eyebrows at her. "No, no I just got here. I wasn't just standing here," she continued. But he had already walked back into the booth and grabbed a basket full of more CDs.

She tried to follow, but was quickly stopped. "Freshman aren't allowed in the booth," he stated.

"Sorry," Y/n replied, taking a step back. He walked back out of the booth and closed the door behind him.

"I'm Dacre, station manager. You must be the intern. Becky was it?"

"Um, actually it's-"

She was cut off by a boy with curly black hair entering the room.

"Hey man, what's up," he said as he speed walked to where they were standing. "I'm Finn."

"I'm Dacre. You're late." Dacre walked past the two and set the box of CDs on a table. Y/n followed and that's when Finn got a better look at her face.

"Hey, I know you!" He exclaimed, walking after her.

"No you don't," she argued.

"Yeah I do!"

"He doesn't," Y/n assured Dacre.

"Totally know her," Finn persisted.

"Okay, cool," Dacre replied, uninterested. "Well you guys can figure that out while you're stacking CDs. When you're done, there's more." The two nodded in response. "Now, you guys will be spending a lot of downtime together so please, just, no sex on the table. I've been burned before," he instructed.  Dacre then walked away, leaving y/n confused.

"I do know you," Finn said, breaking the silence. He walked beside her and placed his bag on the table. "I sang to you. I remember because you were in a taxi. Wait, is your dad a taxi driver?"

"No," y/n answered, setting her bag down as well.

"Oh."

"And here is a sick track by Deejay CJ," they hear Dacre say from the booth.

"This sucks," y/n stated as she flipped through some of the CDs in the box. "I wanted to play music."

"Oh, not me. I'm here for one reason only. I really love stacking CDs," Finn replied sarcastically.

Y/n looked at him in annoyance and he laughed.

"So what's your deal?" He asked as he walked to the other side if the table. "You one of those girls who's all dark and mysterious? Then she takes off her glasses and that amazingly scary ear spike and you realize that, you know, she was beautiful the whole time?"

"I don't wear glasses."(If you do just pretend you don't)

"Then you're halfway there," Finn replied with a wink.

Y/n narrows her eyes at him as he smirks and continues to stack CDs on the shelf closest to them.

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The guitar intro to y/n's mix plays from her computer as she sits on the grass.

"When I wake up, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you..."

She looks around at the students that surround her—running, studying, have picnics...

"When I go out, and I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you..."

She places her head phones on her ears and leans back against her bag as the mix rolls into the chorus.

"But I would walk 500 miles and I would walk 500 more just to be the man who walk a thousand miles..."

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"....and fall down at your door..."

Y/n was awoken by three knocks on the door of her dorm room.

Before she could say "come in" or more likely, "go away," the door opened and her dad strolled in.

"Y/n?"

He sat down on her bed and shook her shoulder.

"Y/n wake up!"

"mmmmrrrgghhh..."

Y/n groaned as she rolled over to face her father.

"Funny, this doesn't look like your intro to philosophy class," he mused.

"I'm posing an important philosophical question," she informed, as she sat up and stretched her arms. "If I don't actually go to that class, will it still suck?"

Y/n felt Kimmy Jen's glare on the back of her neck from her usual place across the room in her swivel chair.

"Look, honey, college is...great!" Dr. Harbour assured. "You get to create memories here. I see it everyday!"

Y/n got out of bed and walked into her small closet to get ready for the day.

"You just have to give it a chance," her dad continued. "You've been here, what, a month now? Do you have any friends?"

"Kimmy Jen is my friend," Y/n offered.

"Nope," spat Kimmy Jen, not looking away from her computer.

Y/n sighed.

"You gotta get out there y/n," her dad persisted as he stood up from the bed. "You've got to try something."

"I got a job at the radio station," y/n claimed.

"Oh, great, that place," he replied sarcastically. "Yeah, it's dark and dirty and has, like, what those three weirdos who work there?"

"Well, four now-"

"You gotta try something new y/n! Join one club on campus," Y/n's father ordered. "And if, at the end of the year, you still don't wanna be here, you still wanna go off to LA and be P-diddy," y/n rolled her eyes, "well then, you can quit college. And I will help you move to LA."

"Seriously?" Y/n asked, eyes wide with hope.

"Yes, seriously. But I really need to see it y/n," he wagged his index finger at her. "This is college! Join in!"

A/N: Next chapter is the shower scene. If you don't know what I'm talking about, then let's just say it gets a little...steamy😉
I'm sorry I'll go home.