This is based off Anna Kendrick's character's plot in What to Expect When You're Expecting. Please read and review, let me know what you think!
"You're such a weirdo", Beca Mitchell had whispered, before all but jumping him in the fifth row. Jesse had kissed her back with an equal amount of enthusiasm, ignoring the looks and teasing they were getting from their fellow Treblemakers and Bellas. Aubrey in particular looked like she was about to have a coronary, but Chloe had been able to calm the girl with a few gentle pats to the shoulder.
And now, almost four months later, there they were.
"I love you, Beca Mitchell", Jesse said with a grin, as they headed to the station. "You know what we should do? We should do it on the No-Sex Desk".
"You're such a weirdo", she laughed (but if she was honest, the idea had been playing on her mind since the finals). But the difference between the two of them and that time last year was that he was now her weirdo. He wasn't just the boy who would make stupid jokes in order to make her smile, he wasn't just the one who had called her beautiful on their first meeting in a roundabout kinda way, he wasn't just the boy who had flirted shamelessly with her in the pool. He was her weirdo. "I mean, seriously, we don't know what's on that thing".
"We should have brought your black light".
"We should have", she agreed.
As opposed to the year before, where Jesse would spend the majority of their working time flirting shamelessly with her (not that she minded, if she was truly honest) and she spent her working time sending snippy, sarcastic remarks in his direction, the pair were quite content to work in silence. Not the awkward silence that had come around after the blow up and her arrest, but peaceful, content silence. They still flirted shamelessly, and he tried to force a smile out of her (holding in the smile was part of the fun, Beca knew), but for the most part, they were content to work in silence.
And they did. Most of the time.
"Hey Bec?" Jesse said from the floor. "What's the date?"
Beca glanced at the calendar hanging above the desk. "The seventeenth".
"Thanks".
It took a few moments for her own words to register, and when they did, her eyes bugged open. It was the seventeenth. It was the seventeenth and her period was due on the tenth.
She was never late. It was something she prided herself in.
"Bec?" Jesse said in alarm, setting down the pile of CDs and scurrying towards her. "What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing", she said breezily, brushing him off.
"No no no, you're putting up walls. We've moved past this, remember? You weren't going to do this anymore!" he panicked, taking her hands in his. "We're a team, remember? You don't do that anymore!"
Once Beca had her walls up, getting through to her was like shouting through eighteen layers of concrete, reinforced with steel. The girl was stubborn, and knew how to shut out the world.
"Jesse". She squeezed his hands. "It's okay". She smiled at him, and felt Jesse relax a little.
"Don't do that to me, alright?" he scolded.
It was so not okay.
And seven hours later, she found herself staring down at what would determine her future.
"Fuck".