This is a fanfiction about Beca Mitchell and Emily Junk after PP2. I thought they had a lot of chemistry during the movie and ship them... Hard. Have mercy, this is my first fanfiction and sadly I do not own Pitch Perfect 2

Chapter 1: dazed and confused

Emily's POV

We had just won the World A Capella Championships and me and the rest of Bellas could not be happier. Starting off as a freshman and winning the championship against those God-awful Germans not only brings me joy but an immense amount of bragging rights. All of the girls were jumping and screaming, but all I could do was live in the moment... Waiting until the fact would hit me that we were the number one A Capella group in the world. However, I wasn't the only one lost in my thoughts. I see Beca staring at me from across the stage and all I could think of was how beautiful she was. She was smiling at me and all I could do was smile back and go up and hug her. She whispers in my ear, "we couldn't have done it without you. The next generation of Bellas are in good hands." My heart melts as we stay in this position for what seemed like forever, but when we eventually separate, all I can think about is how much I miss her warm embrace. Wait what? Why am I thinking like this?

Suddenly, a huge, strong pair of arms cam behind her and enveloped her in a bear hug. It was Jessie, Beca's four year boyfriend and leader of the Treblemakers. He puts her down and immediately Beca turns around to give him a peck on the lips. That was a little uncomfortable. He says, "You sounded amazing. Oh and Emily, you sounded great too." Beca said thanks and looked at me noticing my discomfort. She says, "y'know, it was Emily's idea to put the original in. It would help us stand out to the judges and she wrote it!" I loved how Beca recognized me even when the moment was super awkward.

As soon as our conversation with Jessie ended and he left to catch his flight back, the German group came up to us and congratulated us on a good show. The lead and super gorgeous singer came up to Beca and I and said, "not bad shrimpy, you've got a voice." Beca made a face and I couldn't help but giggle. She came back with a "oh ya! Well your voice and everything about you is angelic!.. Oh god she's taken over my mind." She laughs, then looked to me and said, "that song was pretty good newby, impressive work. Till next time Americans." and they all left. Maybe they're not so bad after all.

We packed up, and headed back to the hotel. We were all on summer vacation now, so we decided to stay a week in Copenhagen. I headed for the bus and sat down sort of in the middle and started to look out the window to think about these conflicting feelings. Next thing I know, I hear a voice asking, "anyone sitting here?" I turn around to find Beca pointing at the chair next to me with my crap all over it and I immediately feel embarrassed and quickly say "Oh, No! No one is sitting here... Besides you." Ugh why did I say that. "Aww thanks" she says and sits down next to me. There is a moment of silence and all I can think about is, this is going to be a looong ride.