Hey guys! (This is already my lame catching phrase.)
I hate drama, and my other ideas were getting too deep and emotional and dramatic, so I decided to give this story a try. I'm kinda proud of it, hope you like it.
Please, have fun!
Beca woke up with the sound of her cell phone buzzing, knowing who would be. She looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand, her eyes still adjusting to the light. 10:30. Fuck.
She tried to stretch her arms but found herself immobilized by something. Or someone, more precisely. She turned her body slightly to face her holder. A dark brown haired guy with a childish look was deep asleep by her side.
"Jesse." She called, her voice soft and still sleepy.
The man didn't react.
Beca sighed and called him again, with more urge this time. Jesse mumbled incoherent words and tightened the grip around her. Her face was now on his chest, over his t-shirt's fabric, she could feel his warm breath on the top of her head.
She moved her hands with some difficulty up to his face. At the same time, she placed one hand over his mouth and the other one holding his nose, blocking his breathing. A few seconds of that and Jesse moved away from her desperate for air.
"What the hell was that for?" Jesse asked her, his voice filled with annoyance.
"That's because you wouldn't wake up, idiot." Beca rolled out of the bed before he could fully recover.
"It's Saturday morning, Bec." Jesse rolled his eyes before burying his face on the pillow. "Why would you want to wake up so early?"
"I'm going shopping with Chloe and Stacie. And I'm late." She answered as she picked clothes from her wardrobe. "Get up, nerd!" She threw a pair of jeans and a t-shirt on him. They had a drawer with a few extra clothes at each other's apartment, along with other stuff.
Jesse mumbled something on the pillow, which Beca was sure, wasn't compliments. She walked to the bathroom with a change of clothes under her arm, ignoring whatever Jesse was saying.
"You better be out of that bed when I'm done or I'll kick you out myself." She shouted before shutting the door.
Jesse sighed and rolled over onto his back. He kept staring at the ceiling for a while, still in the middle of waking up process. He could hear the shower running. He should get out of bed before Beca was back, she sure would find very creative and unpleasant ways of punishment. He sighed again before standing up.
When Beca walked out of the bathroom showered, cleaned and changed, Jesse was no longer on the bed. She pulled her hair in a loose bun as she walked to the kitchen, from where a delicious smell of coffee was coming.
"Hey, honey." Jesse smiled from the stove when Beca walked in.
"Ugh." Beca cried at the pet name. "What the hell is that, idiot?"
"Just trying out new things." Jesse grinned. "No?"
"No." Beca gave him a fierce glare.
Jesse laughed. Of course Beca would hate that kind of stuff, Jesse knew her well enough. That was kind of the reason he even tried it, at first.
"Making you pancakes." He told trying to soft her.
"You're awesome." Beca said as she filled a mug with coffee.
"I know." Jesse flipped a pancake on the frying pan. Jesse was grinning wide, as usual.
Beca kept staring at him, eyes suspiciously narrowed.
"But I'm not letting you stay." She said finally.
"Oh, come on, Beca! I brought movies. I promise I'll behave." Jesse gave her his best puppy face and put a plate with a pile of perfect golden pancakes with dripping syrup and butter in front of her.
"Yeah, right." Beca rolled her eyes at his lame attempts of changing her mind. The pancakes were sure more effective than those stupid big brown eyes. "Last time I let you alone here, you moved all my furniture of place, broke my coffee maker and took one of my disco shelves to put your stupid movies." She accused him between forkfuls of food.
"I was just trying to be nice." Jesse defended himself, to what Beca frowned. Her eyes asked how all he'd done could possibly mean being nice. "I was cleaning your messy apartment." He started explaining. "And how was I supposed to know that I couldn't set the coffee maker, the washer, the stereo and the shower at the same time? And I made you pancakes. A pile of perfect pancakes." He said with great emphasis on the last part.
"You're leaving." Beca just said, but kept eating. "Don't you have anything else to do? Other that destroying my apartment?"
"The guys called me to hang out at the beach, but nah, I'd rather stay here." Jesse winked, taking a pancake forkful of Beca's plate.
"Great. You have plans." She looked at the clock and took the final gulp of her coffee. She put the mug on the sink, grabbed her cell phone and bag and head to the front door.
"I'll give you half an hour to leave, and If there's anything broken or out of place again, I'm setting fire to your precious DVD collection." Beca said not even having the trouble of looking back.
"You wouldn't." Jesse sang.
"You know I would." She sang back.
"Fine." Jesse sighed. "I'll leave after eating."
Beca opened the door and gave him a final warning look.
"I give you my word." Jesse said with his right hand up.
"Hey, you're late." Stacie said as Beca jointed them at the clothes store Chloe and Stacie were already looking through. "We started without you, cause you took too long to come."
"Sorry, woke up late." Beca apologized and started looking through the racks, not really interested.
"Let me guess," Chloe smiled at her through a pile of clothes. "Jesse was at your place again?"
"Yup. And he made pancakes this morning." Beca said and pulled out a random dark blue shirt from the rack.
"What is you two relationship anyway? I still don't get it." Stacie showed Beca a green V-neck green blouse, which she rejected with a negative shake of her head.
"We're friends, kinda best friends, I guess."
"C'mon, friends don't stay over friends' apartments like you guys do. Not even best friends." Stacie rolled her eyes. "You gotta be more than that."
"It's just a stupid habit we got at college and couldn't get rid of." Beca laughed.
Beca and Jesse had met at college on their internship at the Barden University radio station during their freshman year. With all the time they spent stacking CDs together and going to a few same classes, plus their shared passion for music, they somehow became friends. No one was more surprised with their friendship than them both, considering their divergent personalities and interests. At some point, however, they created a very strong tie and they were now friends they could rely on everything, at every time. Apparently, their friendship was way out of the boundaries, according to their circle of friends.
"You can't say you feel nothing about him, Beca." Chloe gave her a knowing look. Chloe and Stacie were also Beca's college friends, but they could never really get their badass Beca being friends with someone like Jesse. Don't get it wrong, it wasn't like they had anything against him, they just couldn't see how they got along so well throughout all those years.
"Uh… I can, actually."
"Please," Stacie rolled her eyes. "You have that hot guy holding you on bed all night and you feel nothing?" Stacie was incredulous.
"We don't see each other that way." Beca said and had to hold her laughter at the faces her friends made. "Besides, he's totally gay."
"No way." Stacie narrowed her eyes. What a waste would be having that yummy piece of man playing for the other team. "I mean, he's dated girls, he can't be gay."
"He's pretty gay when nobody is around. And all his nerdness makes him completely sexually unattractive."
"I think you guys would make a cute couple." Chloe stated.
Both Beca and Stacie stopped what they were doing and stared at her.
"What?" Chloe asked innocently when she noticed the gazes.
"You can't be serious." Stacie said. "Jesse is hot, totally, but a cute couple? Really? With Beca?" Stacie spilled the last word.
"Why do I feel offended right now?" Beca frowned playfully.
"Sorry," Stacie apologized, kind of empty worded. "You know what I meant."
"Yeah, it's already a miracle that we're friends, let's not push so hard at it."
"I still think you guys would be awesome together." Chloe sighed and walked to the dressing room with a pile of clothes in hands.
"You live in a fairytale world, Chlo." Stacie said out loud as she rolled her eyes.
"Swanson, you presented us with the pleasure of your company." Bumper looked at him through his aviator sunglasses.
Bumper and his friend Donald were having beers at a beach kiosk when Jesse showed up.
"Thought you wouldn't come." Donald said.
"Yeah, Beca kicked me out of her apartment." Jesse fist bumped them both before he pulling out a chair for him to sit.
"Man, what is your deal with her?" Bumper asked, his eyes checking out a blonde passing by, behind his sunglasses lens.
"We're best friends." Jesse said as he gestured for a beer.
"Friends with benefits, you mean." Bumper corrected him with his now-it-all attitude.
"Not like that." Jesse rolled his eyes.
"You're saying you keep with this game since college and you're not even having sex with her? What kind of foreplay is that?" Bumper asked incredulous, a little too loud, once a few faces turned to stare at them. A woman had also covered a boy's ears trying to protect him from Bumper's words and gave the guys a killer look.
"Just because it's out of you capabilities, it doesn't mean a guy and a girl can't be friends." Jesse said slowly, feeling the back of his neck getting red.
Going out in public with Bumper was always pleasant. Jesse thought he would be used to it by now, considering those three were friends since college days, but nope. You could never get used to Bumper. He was always too unpredictable.
"Yeah, when the girl is horrendous and you feel nothing attracted by her." Bumper leaned back on his chair, beer on hand.
"Let's, face it," he continued. "Beca is the most annoying person in the entire world…"
"Look who says that…" Donald cut in rolling his eyes.
"I don't know what that's supposed to mean." Bumper stared at him, his eyes illegible thanks to the glasses.
Donald just rolled his eyes again. What an egocentric asshole Bumper was. Of course, the jerk didn't even notice that.
"Anyway," Bumper looked back to Jesse. "She's a bitch, but she's hot. Super hot. Like erupting hot." He said, just to make his point clear.
"Yeah, and you got her on her sexy nighties right there just for you and you don't feel like ripping them off?" Donald asked with real curiosity.
"She doesn't wear sexy nighties to sleep. She wears huge t-shirts…" Jesse smiled slightly. "… But that's not the point! We're best friends, we're always making fun at each other, and joking, and saying stupid things and there's no sexual tension between us."
"Dude, you sure you're not gay?" Bumper pull out his sunglasses to stare at him.
"What? No." Jesse laughed. Why couldn't his friends get that he didn't see Beca in a romantic way?
"I knew there was something weird going on with that creepy workmate of yours." Bumper said, ignoring Jess's answer.
"Yeah, that… Benji, right?" Donald agreed. "You two looked pretty close that day."
Jesse remembered of the night he took Benji to a few drinks with Donald and Bumper. Benji was a cool guy, but he could get weird with his 'close up magic thing' and his wrong word choices – he could make the atmosphere get totally awkward with one small sentence.
"Guys, come on!" Jesse shook his head unbelievable. "Just because I'm not sleeping with Beca, it doesn't mean I'm gay. And Benji is a friend, just like you two."
"Don't put me on the same level as cape boy." Bumper said.
Jesse rolled his eyes. How he wished he could have stayed at Beca's apartment, watching his movies.
"It is kinda a waste, you know." Donald said after a while. "You and Beca, I mean."
"We're just best friends." Jesse said. "And that's already a lot."
"You are so lame." Bumper rolled his eyes.
"Whatever. I'm happy with that, and that's what matters, right?" Jesse asked.
"You are so lame." Bumper just repeated and got his attention back to the passing beauties. He was no longer interested whatsoever on Jesse and his 'just best friend' relationship.
Jesse sighed. He was happy for having Beca as his best friend and seeing her as more than that was just out of the line. He was completely fine with that, so why would his friends keep pushing him on that matter?
Raise your hands if you thought they were a couple at the beginning.
Random thoughts: I noticed that a while ago, but always forgot mentioning... You know in the movie, when Jesse and Beca go to the radio station and meet Luke for the first time? They are fucking wearing male/female versions of the same outfit - maybe not exactly, but they are wearing the same colors! Dude, I fangirled so badly when I noticed it.
Anyways, this was the first chapter. Oh, I know I sort of already used this characters setting, but I just really liked this. I hate writing a lot of people, so story will basically be around those six guys.
Well, I guess that's it, see ya!