Someone to stay

~ Last Friday Night ~

Hi guys, hope you'll enjoy it.

Pov Beca

- Yes, yes Blake, I'm coming.  Oh, my goodness!

Blake, my assistant, manager,  sometimes even shrinks, who for at least 10 minutes has been pestering me with phone calls because I'm slightly late.  If clearly by slight, we mean 40 minutes late. Okay, it's true, it took me a while to get ready and get out of home, but unfortunately the dear friend in the skull box, today, decided not to cooperate.

Last night I came home late from the party at...  Hell, I can't even pronounce her name.

Yes, I did.  They literally dragged me to the party against my will.  After the morning call with Fat Amy and the ride from Mount Lee to home, I had a chance to think, and it didn't seem like a good idea to show up.  I had sent a chat message to the Bellas, albeit with great difficulty, so I could warn that I would not attend the party: "Duty calls".

I improvised an important meeting at the recording studio, which I could not miss and so I kindly declined the invitation.  Or at least I hope it seemed like that. Not that I care that it's clear. Or is it?

Obviously there was no meeting, in fact at 6 pm I was already at home on the couch, depressed with a tub of ice cream to keep me company and the TV on.  What a pitiful scene. There's no need to comment on what happened about two hours later, the chaos.

¦Flashback¦

I hear a insistent knock on the front door. Whoever he is, if he continues he will have to pay for it again.

- I'm coming, just a minute!

I scream in the hope that he will hear me. What the hell. I open the door without even checking who is through the peephole, in a hurry to rage against him and return to my beloved tub of ice cream.  
No one can interrupt me when I eat ice cream.

- Now explain to me why you're giving me a hole, and I want more than reasonable motivation.

I stand still for a few seconds and stare into the eyes of the person in front of me.  Without saying a word, I turn around and close the door behind me, heading towards the living room to resume the position of before, when...

- Beca open this door, go!  You won't get rid of me so quickly!

But why won't anyone leave me alone today?  After all, I don't ask for anything, I just want to stay out of my business, is it so complicated to accept?

Needless to say, the door was about to come down, and God only knows how it is still fixed to the doorpost.

- What is it?

- Why are you still like this?  You have to prepare yourself!

- Forgive me, but I'm not following you, Stacie.

After staring at me for an endless moment, without even answering me, she enters the house and, taking me by the wrist, literally drags me into my bedroom, throwing me in an unkind way on the armchair near the window.  It was a matter of seconds, I didn't even have time to fight it.

- Now you change, take off that shameful pajama with the ducks you insist on wearing at your venerable age, and come with me to the party. And no, you have no say in it.

I am impressed to see how Stacie has practically slipped into my closet and is throwing my clothes all over the place in the hope of finding someone she likes.

After a moment of trance, I return to myself and try to get back in hand. Without succeeding, of course.

- Okay, okay stop!  First, my pajamas are beautiful and you have no right to judge.  Second point, I'd like to remind you that I'm younger than you, even if I'm a month younger, and third point, I'm not moving from home.