The Scavenger Hunt

Jesse and Beca have officially been together for three years and it's about time for them to graduate. Deciding to send Beca on a walk down memory lane, Jesse concocts a scavenger hunt for her to follow around Barden. Story is a lot better than the summary. Also, I own nothing but the plot.

Waking slowly, I turned to find myself alone in bed for the first time in the last three years at Barden. "What the?" Panicking I scanned the room quickly. "Where is he?" My eyes landed on a letter on top of my dresser.

Taking deep breaths I tried to calm myself down, old fears and worries creeping in. "Did he leave? Does he not want me anymore? What did I do?" Mentally slapping myself I tried to pull it together. I am not this girl. I will never be this girl. Jesse probably just ran to the store or to meet with Benji or something. It's not like it was a rule that he had to be here, he just always was.

Walking over, I picked up the letter and began to read:

Good morning My Love.

First of all, stop freaking out. Everything is fine.

I snorted. This boy knows me way too well. Although he may be getting a smack upside the head for purposefully scaring me.

I love you Becs, more than you know. More than you will ever know. I love how passionate you are about music; the way your face scrunches up when you don't understand something; the way you smile eat me and I forget to breathe. In all honesty, I love everything about you.

Smiling a blush crept onto my cheeks. Why was he telling me this? I know he loves me…maybe something is wrong? No, he said everything was fine. I sighed and continued reading.

I am running errands around campus and taking care of a few things before graduation tomorrow. I'm sorry I wasn't there when you woke up this morning, but I'm hoping you will find it in your heart to forgive me after I tell you this:

To entertain you today I have concocted a scavenger hunt for you to complete.

I rolled my eyes. Seriously, what were they twelve?

Don't roll your eyes Beca Mitchel; it'll be worth it I promise.

My eyebrows shot into my hair as my eyes widened. "Damn, maybe he does know me too well!" I said, shaking my head in disbelief.

Don't even ask how I know that's what you are doing, I know you better than you think. For your first clue go to the place we first met.

I love you,

Jesse

Folding the letter up I turned to put some clothes on and start on this stupid hunt he decided I needed to take. What the hell, it might be fun right? I grabbed a pair of jeans and one of his t-shirts, breathing in his scent as I pulled it over my head.

"Okay Bec, don't overthink this. Nerd boy could very easily be thinking about when he sang to you from his car…but we didn't actually meet. We first met at the radio station…hmmm alright then." Laughing I walked the short distance to, what was still, my place of work and opened the door.

Looking around the room everything looked exactly how it should. "Damn!" I began to leaf through the albums, hoping one was out of place, until I spotted it. Sitting on the desk that used to belong to Luke was a cd case. It was the only thing there.

Rolling my eyes I reached over and picked it up, reading the cover art. "Dork!" It was the Rocky soundtrack. There was no doubt this was what I was looking for. Smirking, I opened the case and found a letter where the cd should be and began to read.

So perhaps this would have been better if I referenced Breakfast club since you hated this movie, but I just couldn't help myself. Good job on finding this clue! Are you ready for a walk down memory lane My Love?

If you haven't figured it out yet, we are going to take a walk through our first year here at Barden.

I smiled, he was so sweet. I still didn't see why he was having me do this thing though, It's not like I couldn't have been working on my mixes all day if he was busy…it's not like that's not what I normally do.

Closing my eyes I began to think about our freshman year. Everything was so awkward. We were friends, mostly. The Bellas and Trebles still had a rivalry going on. I got arrested, we fought, and we nearly stopped speaking entirely. I thought he hated me then. I wasn't sure I would ever get to speak to him again. Worry filled me. Why this year? Why not one of the next three?! Those had much happier memories…looking down I decided to keep reading.

You are probably wondering why I picked our first year, right? You're probably thinking, "Jesse, why the hell didn't you pick last year, or the year I told you I loved you for the first time, or maybe this year?!" Well, I could just say that I'm running the scavenger hunt so I get to pick, but I actually have a reason. As much as I love every moment of the past three years we have spent together, that first year is still my favorite. Wanna know why? It's the year I got to know you. It's the year you let me in. It's the year I fell hard for you and just never got up. I know this is going to contain some hard memories for you, but don't shut down on me ok?

A tear slid down my cheek as I read; nodding even though I knew he wasn't there to see me. What the hell has he done to me? I groaned and glanced down at the note again.

I'm going to take you through some of our most important moments from year one, and I'm going to share my thoughts with you about them. By the end, I hope you see how much I love you, how much you really do mean to me. Saying that, let's start with this one.

In my mind this wasn't where I met you. This is where I talked to you first. Funny that I would serenade you before I knew your name. The first time I saw you I thought you were beautiful. You were getting out of a cab and I couldn't help smile at your headphones. I could tell you loved music, and I hoped I would see you again.

When I ran into you here at the station I was excited. I would get to know you and maybe we could be friends. You surprised me and I couldn't stop thinking about you. I was attracted to you from the very beginning, and, looking back, I could feel myself falling for you every time you opened your mouth. You hooked me day one weirdo.

Head to our spot.

Yours always,

Jesse

Tears streamed down my face as I read. I couldn't understand it, how could he have fallen for me even then? I wished he was there so I could ask him about some of the things running through my head.

Wiping my tears and folding the note carefully I placed it in my back pocket next to the other one and headed for our tree. Ever since first year we had gone there during classes, to relax, to goof off, and just to escape. No one bothered us here, not the Bella's, not the Trebles, not teachers, parents, or siblings. It was just us, and it was perfect.