“Monsters in movies are us, always us, one way or the other. They’re us with hats on. The zombies in George A. Romero’s movies are us. They’re hungry. Monsters are us, the dangerous parts of us. The part that wants to destroy. The part of us with the reptile brain. The part of us that’s vicious and cruel. We express these in our stories as these monsters out there.”
Chloe Beale disappeared on the face of the earth right after graduation. Her Bellas thought she’d be the one to initiate all their reunions; not their other captain - Beca Mitchell.
Their resident DJ was reluctant about the whole hanging out thing but she’d rather be the one organising it than let Fat Amy do the planning. Who wants to see crocodiles and dingoes every year? Clearly, not her!
Also, if she was being honest, she was hoping someday Chloe would show up to one of their reunions.
She still has the redhead’s number and e-mail so a month before the first week of the summer, she’d send out the group e-mail to everyone containing their itenerary: where to, when to get there, how much they’d spend (in estimate), where they’d stay, and the other activities they’d be doing once they’re all together.
The brunette never got a reply from the redhead though. This year, the Bellas decided that Maldives would be the place they’d go to.
“Legacy, you really think Maldives would be the right place for us?” the brunette asks Emily.
“Everyone thinks so! Maybe this year, she’ll show up.” Legacy gives her a goofy grin.
After a year of working in Residual Heat, Beca was asked by one of the biggest music production company to come work for them in LA. Needless to say she was ecstatic and took the offer immediately.
She promised Chloe she wouldn’t LA go. So she made the promise happen.
As soon as Emily finished college, she asked her to be one of her artists and just like her Aca-Mom, she didn’t let LA go.
Stacie works with NASA now.. well she basically runs the whole place. Fat Amy’s had a billion jobs since she graduated but she’s currently a tour guide in Paris (this girl has tons of money). Flo was never deported and is now running her own organization supporting puerto ricans in New York. Lily opened up a Ninja Academy (which really was just a parkour gym) and has 15 branches all over the US. Jessica and Ashley are both starring in their own broadway shows. Cynthia Rose works as a song writer in one of the branches of Beca’s label in Maine. Aubrey.. well they didn’t talk much after Chloe left.
So she sent out the e-mail as soon as she got Emily’s ‘approval’. She got her 9 yeses immediately, including Emily’s.
When there was a 9th 'ding’ from her laptop, Beca hurriedly opens her mail.
'Message Sending Failure: this e-mail address is no longer active’
“Damn it, Chlo.”
It was already the first week of summer and Beca was the first one in Maldives. Emily had to stay with Benji for one more day before flying out.
The rest of the Bellas were set to arrive the next day. Beca just wanted some time to herself. It was already sunset but she still decided to put on some sun screen if she doesn’t want to end up looking like a tomato.
She was just sitting by the shore, watching the sunset and writing some lyrics when a beach ball hit her face.
She growls at the interruption but was met by a giggle.
“You got hit by the ball!” The little boy giggles again.
Beca puts up her sunglasses and stares at the boy, “You think that’s funny, kid?” She was ready to attack him if it weren’t for his kind blue eyes and light red hair.
“You’re grumpy.” The kid knitted his eyebrows together.
As much as she hated taking care of kids, Beca couldn’t help but ask him. “Okay kid, where’s your mom?”
“I dunno.” The kid shrugs.
“Okay what’s your name?”
“What’s your name?” The boy crosses his arms.
Beca finds it cute how grumpy this child is. First, he didn’t even apologize. Now he has the guts to act all badass when he was the one who hit her??? That sounded a lot like… yeahp. This could be the tiny version of her if only he had a darker shade of blue eyes and brunette hair.
“I’m Beca. Now will you tell me your name so I can get you back to your mother?”
After much reluctance the boy answers, “I’m Charles, momma calls me Charlie.”
“Now that wasn’t so bad! Come on let’s go look for your mom.”
Beca starts packing her stuff and wore her clothes over her swim suit. When the boy doesn’t move, she rolls her eyes before turning to him with a smile. “Okay Charlie, what do you want now?”
“I want milkshake, fries and burger!!!” The boys says, still with his arms crossed.
“You could at least say please young man!” Beca glares at him. “Come on, fine!”
And that was it. The boy came running towards her and hugging her as if they knew each other since he was born.
'Who knew food was the only way to get you to like me?’ Beca thinks to herself. 'Just like me, huh?’
The two walked to the floating restaurant and Beca got them both burger and fries. She got herself a beer and Charlie his milkshake.
“Why are you grumpy?” Charlie asks while munching on his fries.
Beca smiles st the question, “I’m sorry, buddy. Just the way I am, I guess. How old are you?”
“I’m five.” He puts his hand up to show the number four and Beca fixes it for him.
“That’s five, dude.” She chuckles.
The boy smiles at her, “Are you working?”
“What? Is this 20Qs? You’re too young to know that game.” Beca smirks remembering a certain redhead who loved this game.
Charlie glares at her, “Just answer itttt!” he whines.
Damn, this kid is toooooo spoiled. His mom must be having a hard time so she let him go.
“I’m a DJ and a music producer.” Beca answers casually after sipping her beer when a phone started ringing.
Beca looks around for her phone only to find that it wasn’t hers that was ringing. She shot a look towards the boy who was happily eating his burger. “Charlie, you have a phone???”
Acting all innocent, “Um… i forgot?”
Beca rolls her eyes at the boys antics, “Well go pick it up!”
Charlie picks up the phone and puts a good distance between the device and his ear. “CHARLIE WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU YOUNG MAN?” The two wince at the voice.
“I’m sorry momma! I got lost… I’m eating at the restaurant with the super cool dj and music par… praduder.”
“Producer.” Beca corrects the kid with a smirk.
“I’M GOING TO COME AND GET YOU CHARLES ANTHONY. DON’T MOVE A SINGLE MUSCLE!” The woman shouts through the phone.
“But mooooooooom!!!” The boy whines.
Then the line was cut off. The boy looked like he was about to pee in his pants but instead he ran off before Beca could even stop him.
She tried running after the boy but was left behind so she decided to go back to the restaurant and get the kids phone.
Seriously, what five year old would own an iPhone 5? Well at least it’s not the one with the the thumbprint thingy?
She slides it open. “Thank god there’s no passcode.” She browses through call log and saw 'Mom’ on it. She got the number and dialled it on her phone.
“Hello? I’m so sorry about Charlie but this is the DJ he was with. I lost your kid. He ran as soon as you put down the phone but I’m looking for him right now.”
When she only heard silence from the other end of the line..
“Hello? Um. Okay please please don’t hate me. I’ll look for him I promise.” Beca hangs up before she could even hear the response…