Italics= Flashback

Normal=Present

Beca POV

I sighed looking at all the photos we had stored away in the attic. The same attic I was currently supposed to be searching through for paint but had stopped and instead was now looking through the photos Jesse and I had; like I always said 'what Jesse doesn't know won't kill him.' The photo I was currently looking at was from our freshman years at the ICCAs, it was when we were kissing at the end of the Bellas' performance.

"Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey!
Won't you come see about me
I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby
Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving me everything inside and out
Don't you forget about me
As you walk on by… Will you call my name?
As you walk on by… Will you call my name?
As you walk on by… Will you call my name?"

The girls didn't understand why that song, only Jesse and I knew the real reason. After watching The Breakfast Club from beginning to end, again, I got inspired and thought of a way to get back in Jesse's good grace. Basically I serenaded him with his favorite movie song at the ICCAs in front of everybody. After our performance I sped walked to our seats behind him and watched with a smile on my face as he turned around to talk to me.

"I told you endings were the best part." Jesse said to me and I didn't answer, instead grabbing his neck with my hand and pulling his face close to mines. Kissing him without a care in the world with everybody watching including my dad.

I shook my head, "And I told you, you were a dork." We both laughed knowing I didn't mean it in a bad way. We saw a flash of light go off to my left and his right and turned our heads at the same time, to see Fat Amy holding a camera.

"Someday you're going to thank me for taking this picture," she told us, all of us laughing at her words.

"When that happens be sure my will is already made." I told her and she shrugged before walking away.

I turned my head back to Jesse to see him already looking at me. "Congrats on the win by the way." Just as I was about to say 'thank you' he said something else. "I just knew you couldn't say no to my dorkiness," I threw my head back and laughed, feeling on top of the world. I don't think I can even remember when they last time I laughed like this was.

"You wish I couldn't say no to your dorkiness. It was actually your singing that got me since I couldn't have Donald," I told him.

He feigned hurt, holding his chest and sniffling. "Donald? You're getting a better package going for me. I got the looks, charm, the voice and the moves," Jesse said playing along with my joke.

I raised an eyebrow and placing a skeptical look on my face, "Oh, really? Want to show me those charms again? Because I don't think juice pouches and 'Rocky' is charm."

He rolled his eyes, shrugged with a small grin on his face before he leaned in closer to me. My breath hitched in anticipation and just before our lips touched he said, "Does this count as charm?" Right before he kissed me again, it was a passionate, slow kiss and when we broke apart for air it left my insides wanting more.

I nodded in answer to his question, "I think that counts as charm," I told him and stood up straight. I turned around and saw that the center was already halfway empty everyone leaving out of the doors in the back of the room, with just the Trebles and Bellas left, signing and taking pictures. I looked back to Jesse and said, "Come on let's join them," before letting him go and walking down the aisle to join the rest of the Bellas.

I heard the front door open just as I was coming down from the attic and heard someone yell, "Honey, I'm home!" Nobody but Jesse, I thought to myself.

"I think that's obvious!" I yelled back to him, making my way to the living room where I knew he'd be waiting for me to make an appearance.

Jesse laughed, "Aww, baby even after all these years you still don't like my movie references?" He asked in a teasing tone.

I shrugged, "Your forced movication has done nothing to break me," I told him, in a half-serious, half-joking tone.

He shrugged, "I try. Did you find the paint in the attic?" I looked away guiltily. "You didn't, did you?" He asked me, though he already knew the answer.

I shook my head, "No I saw the photos we had and just had to look at them."

"Which one did you look at this time?" He asked me, because this was a pretty usual occurrence of mines whenever I went into the attic.

"The one Fat Amy took after the ICCAs during freshman year."

"That's my favorite one of us," he told me in a daydreaming tone.

"Mine's too. It reminds me that I finally let someone in and started to get over my trust issues. Glad you were the person I let in," I told him.

"Glad I could be of service," he said while giving me a mock-salute. I laughed even after the five years of us being married, I still didn't get tired of his dorky, movie-loving self. It's a miracle actually, but I can't complain because I still love him like I did in our freshmen year of college and he always reminds me that he still loves me like he did while we were in college. "Beca… Becaw!" When I finally returned from my thoughts I realized he's been trying to get my attention for some time now.

Tilting my head to the side I answered him, "Yeah Jesse?"

"You didn't hear a thing I said a couple of minutes ago did you?" I shook my head. "I said, we should go look for the paint," I nodded my head and grabbed his hand, climbing the stairs to the attic, as he told me about his day. He scored movies for a living, like he told me he wanted to do when we worked at the radio station in college. Having scored several movies and some of my mixes on several songs and putting them on the sound track. Today he found out that he has to score the newest movie Lost Islands: The Missing Queen it's supposedly about twins finding an island to their kingdom that they never knew about. On the island they find a girl who happens to be the soul mate, which is the other Queen that's missing since the other twin has his Queen.

"Congrats on getting that movie. I have a feeling it's going to be a hit because of you," I told him. "Most people who isn't remaking an old movie wouldn't want someone who hasn't have more than seven years of experience but you're good at your job so it's a no brainer to hire you."

"I know, that's why I'm excited to be doing this movie, because I'm sure with your help we'll have a good soundtrack for this movie. What do you say, up for the challenge?"

"I could never have back down from a challenge in college and I still can't do it now. When do they need the soundtrack made?"

"They need it by the 5th of May," Today is the 5th of April; they gave us – technically him – a whole month to do this.

"Did they give you the scenes that needed the music?" Jesse nodded in confirmation to my question before heading over to the corner of the attic in search of the paint.

I headed back over to the box of photos and started digging around for another one; when I grabbed one, I pulled it out and looked at it. By this point Jesse had joined me and looked from the picture to me and then back to the picture. "Do you remember the story behind this picture?" I nodded my head, "Can you tell it to me? I love hearing what you thought the moment of the pictures. Your thoughts are always so interesting," Jesse told me and I smiled and nodded.

"Sure. So this picture was during…."

Author's Note: So I wrote this story almost three years ago, and after finally watching Pitch Perfect 2 for the first time last week, I rediscovered why I loved this damn movie. So that led me to remembering that I had this written and uploaded when I was young and didn't know wtf I was doing with my writing. So now I'm back to this story – well one shot collection – and here to edit it. Woohoo!