Title: Will You Call My Name?

By: all-thelittlepeople

Summary: A series of ficlets revolving around the Bellas and Trebles. Or even Bellas x Bellas and Trebles x Trebles, leave your prompt and couple in the review and I'll cook something up! First couple: Becca x Jesse.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect or anything within this story.

SHOUTOUT TO TCML: Lovely internet bestie -heart-

A/N: Let's get this show on the road!

Time Period: A year after Becca joins the Bellas

GENRE: Romance/Angst

MUSIC RECS: White Horse by Taylor Swift, Fix You by Coldplay, 2AM Club by Big Sean ft. Dev

PROMPT: Jesse asks Becca a question that leads to the story of Becca and why love was never kind to her.

~Pitch Perfect~

"Cause I'm not your princess, this ain't a fairytale, I'm gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well."

-White Horse, Taylor Swift

"Yeah there's something bout Mary got me higher. Oh yeah there's something 'bout the way she make me light up."

-2AM Club, Big Sean ft. Dev

"When you try your best but you don't succeed. When you get what you want but not what you need. When you feel so tired but you can't sleep. Stuck in reverse and the tears come streaming down your face, when you lose something you can't replace, when you love someone but it goes to waste. Could it be worse?"

-Fix You, Coldplay

~Pitch Perfect~

TITLE: Lights

~Pitch Perfect~

"How many guys have you dated before me?" He asks one night.

God, Becca hates clichés, something Jesse loves about her, but truthfully, this is the most cliché thing she's ever done. Cuddling under the stars, the night is cool and there's a blanket draped lightly over them. She's sitting in his lap, her legs hair is loose, nothing holding her hair back and letting it fly in the wind freely. That's how she feels with Jesse. Free. He's opened her up like an oyster, gross since she hates oysters. They've been dating for a year now and it's summer so they're both dressed appropriately. Except, she didn't expect for him to be comfortable snoodling with her under the stars in her dad's backyard. Shelia and her dad are out after all and she knows that her dad will only be happy she's moved on from her 'angsted teenager phase'.

"You want a movie story or a quick recap of my shitty love life?" It's colder than he normally gets and he winces, drawing her tighter to him as he presses a kiss to her forehead.

"I just want to know but hey, we could go inside and watch Hitch or What Dreams May Come." He suggests and Becca only shrugs before sliding her head under his neck.

"I'll tell you but we go a little far back. It starts with Andrew."

Andrew

I don't remember his last name (Really?). You wanna ask questions or get the whole story? (Sorry.)

I was 14 and he was 16. I mean who didn't want to date someone older. He was the first guy I ever dated. Before my parents got divorced. If I'm correct, he had dark blond hair, swam for a team, and played guitar (Mr. Perfect then?) Shut up Jesse! (OW, no need to get violent).

Anyway, Andrew was super nice and we went out for two months. I guess it was typical teenage love. Let's just say though, I was always super self-conscious about my looks. I mean I was pretty skinny and a little awkward around other people. My best friend, ugh or old best friend, Katie, was a jealous little twit. I mean, I was kind of like the uglier duck between us. She got asked out more often. Ya'know a blonde beauty? (Something like the Ginnifer Goodwin and Kate Hudson in Something Borrowed? Movie kind of sucked though but John Kraniski- OW.) Yes like that, would you stop interrupting my dramatic monologue? (Sorry.) Anyway, she was taller, bustier, and had longer curler hair. She always got the guy.

At the end of the day, I never was the best judge of character.

Well back then at least.

So one day, Andrew invites me and Katie (Katie and I. Sorry sorry)- Katie and I, thanks Professor genius (No problem sweet protegé)- to the beach with some of his friends. My dad and mom were too busy to notice me sneaking out and back then I couldn't see that evil little glint and Katie's bitch eyes. She was always trying to tag along and meet Andrew's friends but I didn't think much of it. Too in love, you know? I just liked spending time with him. He was sweet and funny and I was the first one who wanted to jump on the Love Express. We had our first kiss at that beach. Our first and our last kiss.

Katie swooped in after our romantically cliché kiss at sunset.

Andrew's best friend, Charley- sweet girl with a boyfriend of her own who was a senior- was shocked to find Katie, dry humping the living life out of Andrew in the backseat of her car. And let's just say, he wasn't exactly

As if I even have to say it, Charley drove me home and the next day, Katie was bragging about how she'd finally lost it. Gratefully, little trollop got her just deserved desserts when Charley spread a rumor about Katie loosing her virginity in a Burger King parking lot. I moved away though, forced my parents to take us anywhere but there in Tennessee.

Huh, you've been quiet for a good amount of time. Think you can keep up? (Totally, just trying to imagine a teenage Becca, complete with the total all American look of a button up plaid shirt and shorts, beating the crap out of a teenage Kate Hudson.) Cool, dork. (You are such a violent woman). Does that make you a masochist? (Are we going for the Twilight thing? I'm totally the Edward to your Bella.) Ew.

...

Chris

A year ahead, I'm in LA with my parents. About a year before the divorce. He was a coffee shop worker. Totally the image of a tanned Miami boy. Swooshy blond hair (Really?), blue eyes, boarder shorts that kind of guy. He had abs to die for (Tryna suggest something?)-again shut up- and a totally adorable smirk. He never really took me out on a proper date. We ended up making out at the skate park or in his room. So that storybook ended within a few weeks.

It ended with Chris telling me that he wanted a bustier girl and him leaving my house with a broken nose (God, I love you) and revenge was pretty damn sweet.

...

Devon

Chris had a best friend. Devon was sweeter, cuter, and a way better boyfriend. Chris came crawling back, Devon punched him in the face, and in the end dad and mom moved us away. (I think Devon's my favorite) Probably mines too. We didn't go for the whole long distance thing.

...

"We should stop here unless you mind. This is where shit gets deep." Becca says looking up at Jesse who shrugs and pulls her a little closer.

"I like stories and movies."

"Don't I know it." Jesse rolled his eyes at the sarcasm but grinned nonetheless.

"Hey you're the one who offered to stay up and you're the one who has Netflix." She smiled, unknown to him at his explanation.

"On with the story then."

...

Zavier

My parents got divorced the year I started seeing Zavier. I was going through a lot of stress and I didn't know what to do. Looking back, I feel so stupid. Zavier was the badboy of my school in California. He did drugs, dealt them, got girls pregnant. I got really lucky. One of my friend's crappy boyfriends got me into drugs. I know, I know, it sounds bad but when all you feel is pressured and lost where else can you go?

I fell hard for Zavier.

He would give me my medicine and show me how easy it was to defy my dad. My mom wanted nothing to do with me. I sassed back and I even hit her once. Zavier convinced me that we could run away together. My parents didn't care, he said, we could go to New York and live with his other drug-dealer cousin. He gave me ticket and he flew away first.

He got arrested on the plane for trying to smuggle drugs onto the plane.

I begged my dad to move us away.

From then on it just got worse.

...

Garrett

I was angrier at my dad for starting to date Shelia when I met Garrett. He was the kind of guy who'd scale a building just to spend the night with you. He even did piercings. Dad was freaking scared out of his mind and this led me to have more nights alone with Garrett. I liked that. That feeling of being a rebellious girl and not obeying daddy was great. Adrenaline. That's what a felt whenever we were riding his motorcycle to clubs with fake IDs. He was really fun.

Then I found out he was doing drugs and I dropped him, he gave me the bird and walked away.

Dad was glad.

...

Alex

Alex, this happened just before dad married Shelia-the step-monster- and he just so happened to be Sherlia's nephew. A year after Garrett and I broke up. Alex is where I stopped dating and got addicted to the music. Actually, he introduced me to the whole club DJ phase and we would sometimes spin together. He taught me about the bass line and we still talk. We broke up because he was still in love with his ex. Julie's great though, she's pretty nice and kind of scary looking with a crapload of piercings.

They had a place for me to stay in Los Angeles, a place I was ready to go back to, but then Dad got me into Barton.

...

"And then all hell broke loose?" Jesse asked after a moment of silence. Becca rolled her eyes.

"No, I met some rocking girls and started dating a wickedly dorky movie addict with a job lined up to work with Warner Brothers to make a new soundtrack for their action/comedy movie." She finished. Jesse nodded before freezing and tensing up completely.

"How did you know?" He asked pulling them apart with wide eyes, a small look of awe on his face, Becca smiled before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his slightly agape mouth.

"You left the letter on my bed, idiot." She murmured biting her lip. Jesse grinned before pressing his lips to hers. Electricity ran down her spine and she wrapped her arms around his neck and his arms around her waist. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss and she whimpered slightly as their tongues danced passionately. Her heart was racing, her eyes fluttering closed as they pulled apart and she pressed her forehead to his.

"I love you, Bender." He murmurs against her lips.

"I love you, Claire." She replies. After five minutes of watching fireflies, she stands up and grabs the blanket from around the shoulders.

"Still doesn't mean I'm naming my kid Bender Andrew Brian." She states giving him a pointed look and a teasing smile.

"If it's a girl can I name her Hilary Claire Allison then?" He asks wrapping an arm around her shoulders as he leads her back to the house.

"Hell no."

~Pitch Perfect~

So there it is. How do you think I did? Leave a review with your prompt or how you think I did to make a girl really, really happy -smiles-.

Bye lovely nerds,

Avery xxx