Benji In Pitch Perfect Novels & Stories

Bianca "Bambi?" Benji's voice drifts towards me, closer than I had anticipated. I look up to see him stepping into the room, his bare feet silently connecting with the cool tiled floor. A rush of confusion washes over him as he considers the precarious position I'm in. "Shit, Bianca?" he exclaims, the surprise lacing his voice. Before I can gather my thoughts, he gently rolls me onto my back, the warmth of his presence creating a stark contrast to the chill surrounding us.

The moment I stepped out of the testing center gates, I saw someone standing beneath a streetlamp holding a bouquet of flowers. It was Joshua. He wore a black down jacket, his cheeks red from the cold, but his eyes were bright. When he saw me walking out, he smiled and came over, handing me the flowers. "All done?" "Yeah." "Good job." I took the flowers. They were a bouquet of sunflowers, golden and exceptionally beautiful under the streetlight. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in Becklam?" I asked. "You just finished your admission exam. Of course, I had to be here to congratulate you right away."

“Not sure how you could mess that one up.” “Well, if we’re being honest here, and we are, of course, it was Benji who messed it up.” She glanced at him sitting at the head of the table. “I’m sorry, sweetie, but it’s the truth. Wouldn’t be polite to lie to Mr. Peabody, now, would it.” She glanced over at Peabody. “I swear, my Benji can squeeze a nickel so hard the buffalo poops. And when you’re buying sleeping powder and furniture polish, you can’t go cheap! Only the best will do. And this was far, far from the best. So . . . here we still are.”