Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect or anything familiar.
"I'm singing you something."
She doesn't normally make mixes for people.
Aubrey's too insanely controlling to even consider her arrangements. It's been getting a little annoying.
Maybe even a lot annoying.
In fact, Aubrey should feel special that Beca was even offering.
When the next opportunity arises, she goes for it. It's too bad it completely backfires. The Bellas lose their chance for Lincoln Center, Beca loses her spot on the team (not to mention her dad's bribe), and she loses Jesse.
She's back to square one. Just her and her music.
She spends most of her Spring Break rummaging through shelves of CDs and vinyls. She searches everywhere (clearly, both she and Jesse were awful at being interns) for one CD. It takes her forever to find it, and just as she's about to give up, she finds it in the one place she was forbidden to be in just a week ago.
The Breakfast Club. 1985.
She only plans on listening to the soundtrack so that she doesn't actually have to watch the movie. She shuffles the songs, but only listens to "Heart Too Hot To Hold", "We Are Not Alone", and, "Didn't I Tell You" before she cracks and finds the movie on iTunes for rental.
For the first time, she regrets wearing her moody dark makeup.
By the time she's finished watching the movie, she has dark smudges around her eyes and streaks down her cheeks. She's completely embarrassed and confused, because, fine, she'll admit the movie was great, but there should be no reason as to why she's crying her eyes out.
She remembers the first time the Bellas went bowling together.
She remembers learning each girl's little rituals before they rolled the ball. Aubrey gave the ball an absolutely lethal glare before bowling, and the short hum of contentment whenever she got a strike. She remembers Stacie refusing to put her fingers through the holes and giving it a little push on the ground to send the ball rolling at the slowest pace ever recorded. She remembers Chloe's squeals and Lilly's fast-paced whispering and hand waving and Amy's dance moves with fries spilling out of her hands. She remembers playing each strike or spare that she got with a cool shrug, even though on the inside she wanted to brag all her tiny, cold heart desired.
She remembers Jesse's stupid love of movies and his stupid charming smile and the way his eyes lit up whenever she begrudgingly tells him a movie isn't "as awful as I would've expected." She remembers his lips mouthing to the stupid film that's not even about breakfast, and how her eyes lingered a little too long and how she almost, almost, gave into her feelings.
She misses her nerds.
She misses her weirdo.
It just hurts her more when everyone comes back and she finds herself being a hermit again. And when she tries to apologize after ignoring it for so long, he slams the door in her face.
Her dad isn't someone she would seek guidance to. She's glad she tries it out, anyways.
It turns out to be better than expected, and for the first time in a long time, Beca listens to him. She trusts him. Ultimately, she leaves with a new kind of motivation and a lighter, but still quite heavy, heart.
She makes a mash-up for Jesse using some of the songs from The Breakfast Club and adds a few new songs as well, saving it onto a flash drive to give to him. She plans on taping it to his door or hanging it around his door knob with string or maybe just sliding it through the crack under his door, but just as she's on her way over to his building, Chloe sends her a text about the ICCAs and Lincoln Center and the Bellas reuniting, and suddenly she's walking in the other direction.
The flash drive that she's been carrying around in her pocket never makes it to Jesse. She's too busy spilling her guts out (figuratively, not literally. That's Aubrey's doing) to the Bellas to even remember it. It's only until Aubrey surrenders the pitch pipe and she's asking for song suggestions from the girls when she finds herself fiddling with it in her pocket. She considers using it for finals, but she immediately rejects the idea. It was for Jesse's ears only. Plus, she doesn't think the girls would be too thrilled without including some Miley Cyrus in the mix.
"Won't you come see about me? I'll be alone, dancing, you know it baby."
His attention is on her. Only on her. And hers is on his.
Her eyes are gleaming, a message relayed to his, saying, "I'm singing you something."
She's singing to him like he's the only one in the room.
"Don't you forget about me. When you walk on by, will you call my name?"
He nods. It's barely there, but it's a nod. Then comes the smile, and the fist in the air. She swears she's never been happier.
It feels really fucking good kissing him. Her arms are around his neck and his are around her waist and she doesn't care anymore. She's not mad anymore. She's not closed off and lonely anymore.
And it feels great.
A/N- I've been debating on whether or not to post this as a two-shot or as individual chapters, but I figured that I'd never end up finishing this unless I got it out in the open already. So here it is! This will be ten chapters, chronicling Jesse and Beca's relationship throughout their college years through Beca's POV. Chapters vary in length.
Updates should come about once every week, although I'm posting the next chapter a bit sooner.
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