Pitch Perfect 2 You're My Flashlight Novels & Stories

Drop everything now Meet me in the pouring rain Kiss me on the sidewalk Take away the pain 'Cause I see, sparks fly whenever you smile. Get me with those green eyes, baby As the lights go down Gimme something that'll haunt me when you're not around 'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile When sparks fly oh baby smile When sparks fly🎶

Said you'd never break my heart Never leave me in the dark I guess there are just some promises we shouldn't make Shoulda knew from the start I'm in the dark Show a little loving Shine a little light on me Show a little loving Shine a little light on me Show a little loving Shine a little light on me (Chorus 1) I'm in the dark I can't see Can't see it Can't see it Feeling my way back to you I can't feel Can't feel it Can't feel it (Chorus 2) Reach out show a little loving Shine a little light on me Show a little loving Shine a little light on me

Her smile disappeared as my song broke the silence, and the familiar hushed sigh, the gasps of wonder trickled through the crowd – and she went from looking shell-shocked, to irritated, to furious. By the time we reach our fifth and final song, and I take an awkward bow, the crowd is yelling “encore”. I look back at the boys, and Micah nods, whispering “Winter in Portland”, while Alix mouths “Lumino. Let’s --- Play --- Lumino.” “Winter in Portland,” Micah whispers. “L-U-M-I-N-O”, Alix mouths. Winter in Portland is a slow, mellow song, while Lumino is more upbeat. Plus it’s cute, playful – countryish and fun, like early Taylor Swift.

Nina came with her wonderful rapping talent. “Turn on the lights. Yeah, yeah, all of the lights. Yeah, yeah, I want to see everything. I want to see the beauty. Turn on the light.” Sharon sang cue; it was time for the second chorus. “All of the lights now, baby, all of the lights. I want to see everything, yes, all the lights, lights like the shooting stars, all of the lights.” “Jump it like I sing it. Jump it like I sing it.

The realization sent a strange ache through her chest. A soft click echoed somewhere across the room. Then a flashlight beam appeared. Not bright enough to illuminate everything. Just enough to create long, distorted shadows. The beam pointed toward the floor. Toward the dining table. Toward the photographs. The mysterious figure remained hidden behind the light. Invisible. Deliberately. "Who are you?" Julian demanded. The voice laughed softly. Distorted. Unrecognizable. "Still asking the wrong question." The flashlight moved. Slowly. Deliberately.

We’re creatures of habit apparently. “Coming right up my dude!” She shouted agreeably, and in a flash disappeared. A string of white lights were wrapped around several surrounding palm trees, and along the bright red fence secluding ‘Tipsy Twirl’ from the general public. I immediately recognized the Pitch Perfect 2 soundtrack playing on an overhead speaker, and began bobbing my shaggy head to the beat while I waited for Heather to deliver. Sucking too hard on your lollipop Oh loves gonna get you down Say love, say love, oh! Loves gonna get you down

I turn off the live stream and let Hunter finish his song for me. She's my girl, the girl with the brightest eyes, The reason there's summer fireflies, She's my girl, the beauty of my whole world, She's my girl... The song ends, and I find myself blushing. Then I see Arlo in the distance, and the world goes quiet. But, seeing him in real life again makes me feel panicky, the way Rosa gets for Jeremiah. Arlo walks towards me as Hunter begins another speech, "Ladies and gents, for our final song. But, first, I will sing our newest song, called Tidal Wave."

She was speaking but I couldn’t understand what she was saying. The moment came suddenly, like a bolt of lightning. Her eyes flew open, her back arching off the bed as she screamed my name, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed around me, her muscles gripping me in a vice-like grip that had e fighting for control. My own orgasm followed swiftly, a hot rush that left me trembling.

I FEEL HIS- Suddenly, the door opens. I jerk back instantly in the dak, breaking away from him just as a harsh beam of light floods the room, blinding me. “Here you are!” Evee’s voice cuts through the silence, filled with relief. “The power’s out in the entire city—we need candles.” She turns her flashlight on us. I blink rapidly, throwing a hand up to shield my eyes. “Okay,” I manage, my voice still uneven. “I think we only have a few left.” The flashlight lowers, but my vision is still spotty, shadows dancing across the room as I try to regain focus. I blink rapidly.

"The best option now is for you to redo your senior year with Nicole. I'll see you on campus one year from now. Nothing's going to change during this time. It's not a big deal." Not a big deal? My whole body started to shake uncontrollably. "Preston Nolin, do you know what a 626 score means?" I asked. "It's the top one percent in the entire state. "I woke up at 4:30 am and went to sleep at midnight every day. I was doing practice exams even on New Year's Day. I threw myself into studying for three straight years to get that 626, and you say it's 'not a big deal' and that I should just redo my senior year?"