The Perfect Triangle

"Listen here, Beale... You're not here so it's not like you are exactly able to call the shots." The very petite framed brunette? mocked into her black iPhone as she hung up and placed it on her thigh, cringing at how cold it felt on her toned, exposed leg.

"So... Where are we going then, Jesse? I'm starving and almost contemplating eating one of these nasty health bars to hold me over." She took her index finger and thumb to pick up the protein bar in his black gym bag with caution. Holding it out with barely just her fingers, she darted her eyes it hoping to find a reason to turn it down. She decided to give up and just eat it. Who cares if half the label was another language. She was starving, and she needed it. What was going on? Why was she acting like this?

"Whoa, slow down there killer. We're almost there and I want you to be able to enjoy your 'foodication'". His persistent need on adding 'cation' to every word making her slightly giggle.

Beca sat upright in her seat (a rare occasion since she loves to slouch) at the slight mention of food. She rolled her eyes and replied, "I know food, do you not see how much I freaking eat?"

"Taco bell is not the only good there is..." Jesse looked away from the road for long enough to catch Beca glaring her eyes with her mouth slightly parted, as to take offense to his words. She smacked him on the shoulder, looking out the window to make him think she was ignoring him. Her poker face was dropped when he started grasping her knee In just the right way to make her jump and squirm. She tried to fight the reaction by biting her tongue, but it only ended with her succumbing to his actions. He was too damn cute in his Armani gray suit to even pretend to be mad at.

"Seriously, dude.. Where are we going? We've been driving for an hour... But then again you drive slower than my Grandma, so we could only be five minutes from the house."

"Ouch, bec." Jesse said as he puppy dogged his eyes and put his hand to his chest.

"Shut up, dork."

Beca's phone went off as they were starting to pull in the restaurant.

-"Hey, so what was the big plan? Wish you could have stayed here, I'm lonely :(." Beca read that, without trying to read too far into it. Lately everything they say seems to have a different context. She's hoping she's just reading into wrong.

-"Pink Taco, and I know. :(" Ha! Outsmarting the Beale, not too forward... She shouted victory in her head silently, proud of her subtle reply. She didnt want things to get weird with her very best friend if that's not the way Chloe wanted it.

Jesse decided to go to Pink Taco, one of the recent Hollywood hit ups. Beca loved Mexican food, so Jesse figured it'd be a nice surprise to add to their night... Plus, they had amazing alcohol for her.

Dinner was on the table and Jesse had almost entirely devoured his cheese enchiladas (with extra sour cream of course), while Beca had just been poking at it with her fork.

"I don't understand you. You were just threatening to, and I quote "eat one of my nasty health bars" he said throwing up air quotations. "You haven't even touched your wine, you know something isn't right when you don't touch that!"

Beca looked at him, stopping playing with her food. She held her stare, head cocked to the side. She pondered his words, and couldn't explain it herself when all of a sudden her tiny hand flew to her mouth. Her face flooded with a grayish green color, and she leaped out if her chair, running to the bathroom. She made it to the stall, bending over as to not ruin her shiny green dress, and proceeded to throw up. A lot. "What is wrong with you? Get it together." She whispered to herself, but no sooner than the words stopped, the vomit started back. "Damn your health bars, Jesse". She walked over to the sink listening to nothing but her heels clink the whole way, and splashed some cold water on her face, careful not to smear the black makeup she had around her blue eyes.

Jesse stood up as soon as he saw beca walking back. He couldn't get over the fact that even though she just did one of the most vile things a person could do, she still looked stunning as ever. That green dress. That golden brown hair pulled back, yet curls making their way around her face perfectly. He was in love with every detail about her. "Here" he said reaching out for her chair, allowing his girlfriend to slide in easily. She nodded a slight nod and a half smile back to him.

"Are you ok? You've been off your food/booze game tonight?"

"1. I'm never off my game, sir... Don't underestimate us little people, and 2. I'm pretty sure it was whatever that thing was that I ate in your gym bag because someone had to have his suit dry cleaned, at the same minute we needed to leave." She barely took a breath saying that all at once that she choked slightly, grabbing her ice water to help.

All Jesse could do was smile. He was so smitten with her that that is almost all he could ever do.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, please. I'm ready to go home, overdose on some medicine and watch some movies."

Jesses mouth dropped. "Movies?"

"Yeah, because Ill be so high from my medicine that a movie might actually be good. Oh, and I want ice cream too."

"You're something, Bec."

The car ride home seemed to take longer than normal. The rain making it harder for Jesse to see through the rapid swooshes of the windshield wipers. Beca had since kicked her heels off in front of her and curled her legs up on the seat, closing her eyes briefly before thoughts starting taking over. Why was she feeling like this? A "Debby Downer" so to speak. The thoughts continued until she was snapped out of them by her cell vibrating in her lap.

- "So, how much have you had to drink?" Beca smiled. It was Chloe. She couldn't figure out how a simple, one sentence text could make her forget about feeling like crap. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from letting Jesse know she was smiling and replied back.

- "That's real funny, I'll have you know that I didn't have a drop."

- "Where's my lush of a best friend?"

Jesse glanced over at Beca clearing his throat before speaking. "You seem to be feeling better..."

She set her phone back down and tilted her head against the window, wishing she could just get home, maybe try to figure out what was going on with her.

They pulled up to the house and Jesse hurried to beat Beca out of the car so that he could open the door for her. He helped her out as she slipped her heels back on and stepped out. Running his hand down the small of her back, and grabbing the other hand in hers he walked her into the house.

Beca wasted no time as she went to the bedroom to throw on her favorite pair of black sweats and a baby blue batman tee. She discarded the dress into the laundry basket, cursing the fact that getting dressed up was so uncomfortable.

"I made you some tea, Bec." He always had a way to make her feel so loved and appreciated. As cheesy as it sounded, she really had it all. But for some reason that she couldn't pinpoint, she wasn't happy. She grabbed the tea from Jesse with a small smile on her face and walked over to the couch, turning on the tv.

"Here's that stomach crap you take. I still have never met anyone that gets as high on meds as you. Must be your dwarf size attributes."

"You are such a nerd. And besides, I've never had any complaints about my size before... Can you say the same?" Beca replied with a wink. She wasn't feeling sick anymore, but the thought of taking enough medicine to help her sleep made her anxious. Plus, that way Jesse couldn't bother her. He kissed her goodnight. A kiss that took a lot of effort on her end. She hoped he just thought it was because she wasnt feeling up to par. Kicking her feet up and resting her head she cuddled in the white fleece blanket that was sitting next to her, and started to flip through her DVR.

The room started to slowly spin as the medicine started to kick in. "Focus, Beca".

Cravings. Nausea. Mood swings. Chloe.

Her small jaw dropped at the realization of what the first three things had in common... But, what did the last have to do with it?

Then it hit her.