Hey guys! So, this is the first of many one shots that are song based. I've come up with so many and I can't keep them from staying in my brain, so I thought I'd do this :D I will try to update as frequently as possible, maybe once a week or maybe twice. As a fair warning, some will be rated M, but I will put the rating in the A/N for you.
This is a happy one-shot, the next one will be sad, trust me, BUT, I'll give you a little insight so you don't freak out – nothing happens to Beca and Jesse. Just a little outside sadness for one of them.
So enjoy!
Song suggestion: One Night Stand – Kekai Boyz (It's kind of an old song, I'm sure most of you have never heard this song in your life or maybe you have, honestly I'm not sure what happened to these guys, I think they broke up or something. Anyways, It's a local song, I grew up listening to it and you might not like the style. But it's amazing really…okay that might be biased ;P You know, I just want to bring a little bit of me to you guys. It's not like anything Bruno Mars does -.- and yes he's from Hawaii if you didn't know.)
Yeah I think I kept you guys long enough. So yeah…it takes place in Hawaii, the island of Oahu to be exact. And the word Aunty pops up, just to let you know, we call most of the adults as Aunty or Uncle, even if they're related in any way, but not all of them. Formally would be "Miss or Mister" for like a teacher or something. But informally we say Aunty or Uncle, for example, a family friend or your friends' parents, or a bus driver. Don't know if that makes any sense or if they do that in the Mainland, but we do it here.
I'll clarify all the other terms at the end of the chapter.
Rated T
ONWARD!
ONE NIGHT STAND
Jesse was woken up by the dim sunlight leaking through the open window of his bedroom, turning the vision of his closed eyes a faint red. He groaned loudly and rolled over to look at the clock, eight thirty on a Saturday morning – time for his morning run. He threw the blanket off himself and got dressed in basketball shorts and an Under Armour shirt, grabbed his iPod and ear buds, pulled on his running shoes and headed out the door. As soon as the door swung open a whoosh of cool Waimanalo air made contact with his skin but it wasn't nearly as cold as the Mainland air, so the cold didn't bother him. Just great, he thought sarcastically. Sure, Jesse like running on windy days, but he was looking forward to running peacefully and when the wind blew, the waves grew. And since Jesse lived near the beach, it'd be swarming with surfers, more than usual. He cursed inwardly at the bipolar weather here.
He walked down his driveway whilst putting in his ear buds and turning on his music, he never turned it on too loud, his neighbors love making small talk with him, so he kept the volume fairly low so he could hear them. Jesse started up the street, waving at his nearest neighbor, Mrs. Nakama, a sweet old Japanese lady who Jesse helped often. She was so small and adorable and friendly; definitely the neighborhood favorite. She beckoned him over to her with a wave of her hand and Jesse stopped his run to help her with whatever she needed. "Morning, Aunty." Jesse greeted, bending down to give her a hug and she pecked him on the cheek. "Morning, Jesse." She replied; her voice thick with her Japanese accent even though she's lived here for over sixty-five years. "Do you need any help?" She shook her head.
"Oh no, I'm sorry to take you away from your run, I just wanted to see how you were doing." He waved it off, "Oh don't worry about it, and I have all day. Plus, I enjoy talking to you." She smiled sweetly at the young man and offered to make him breakfast inside, Jesse happily obliged and follow her to her kitchen, her house contained many things from Japan and pictures of Mr. Nakama, who had passed away about six months ago, and her son Jared. "I'm glad you like coming here, ever since Uncle passed and Jared moved to California, it's been a little lonely here." She called from the kitchen, I could hear the sizzle of the pan and the aroma of eggs, bacon, and spam filled the air.
"I'm glad you like having me." Jesse replied, making his way to the kitchen "Is there anything I can do?" He asked, leaning against the wall. She turned and shook her head with a smile, "Oh no, you're my guest, have a seat at the table, I'm almost pau." Jesse nodded and walked back to the dining room and sitting in a chair. About five minutes later Ms. Nakama plopped a plate of delicious smelling food in front of me. "Dig in." He smiled at her and started eating, "This is really good Aunty."
"Thank you, Jesse. You're such a sweet young man, I can't believe Samantha left you. Hamajang, that girl." Jesse shrugged, taking a bite of his bacon. Ever since Samantha left him, he's been looking for love in all the wrong places, determined to feel whole again. But all he got were one night stands and walks of shame. That is…until he met her. He shook the image of her to the back of his mind – her beautiful brown hair, her dazzling blue-grey eyes.
"Oh, I meant to ask you, what happened to that cute girl you kept rambling about last time? What was her name again?" Jesse looked down at my plate, a sad smile creeping onto his face, "Beca."
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Jesse was taking his normal run along the beach, Linkin Park blasting loudly in his ears. He breathed in the freshness of the sea salted air while his feet sunk into the sand. He stopped when he got to the lifeguard's station and removed his shirt, catching the eyes of some girls that were passing by. They giggled furiously as they approached him, whispering to each other. "Hello, girls." He flashed them a toothy smile, one he knew drove the girls wild. Jesse wasn't conceited but he wasn't stupid either, he knew he was good-looking and he was aware of the effect he had on the opposite sex (and in some cases; the same sex).
"Hey Jesse." The girls cooed. He leaned against the wood foundation and slipped his hands in the pockets of his shorts. "How're doing today?"
"Oh we're doing just fine." The perky blonde giggled. She was cute, but not Jesse's type. Jesse needed a girl who was tough, who could handle herself. The girls blabbed on aimlessly flirting with Jesse, in attempts to get with him, but to no avail. Jesse was staring at them, not really listening and nodding numbly at times to make it look like he was listening. His eyes began to wander the landscape of the beach behind the girls, taking in the white sand and the crystal blue waters. After two years of living here, it never ceased to amaze him. His scanning came to a halt when he spotted a petite feminine form in the shade of a Lauhala tree with a laptop perched her lap and bulky headphones covering her ears. The mere sight of her brought him back to reality.
"…so maybe you could come by sometime." The blonde finished, Jesse gaped stupidly at her and hummed before shaking my head.
"Sorry ladies, could you excuse me for a moment?"
"Oh…okay." The blonde said dejectedly, he smiled half-heartedly and pushed through their little crowd before ambling his way towards this mystery girl.
As he got closer, Jesse could make out the details of her body. No doubt she was small and thin, but healthy looking. Her brown hair hung in ringlets that cascaded over her shoulders, she was obviously beautiful, and anyone could see that, but she was different. Dark make up lined her eyes so she obviously wasn't here to go swimming. She seemed to have this whole badass persona, like she kept to herself because she was just that badass.
Beca could see him sizing her up of course. She watched him saunter over to her with his entire swagger through the corner of her eye, just enough to see him properly, but not enough for him to notice. She took in his form, lean and nicely built. His arms and chest were toned along with his abdominal muscles, not too pronounced but enough to make her mouth water. A nice golden tan stained his skin as she noticed the light sprinkle of hair on his chest and the line of tiny hairs that disappeared into the waistband of his swim trunks along with the pronounced "v".
Before she knew it, he was above her, looking down at her with his eyebrows raised and a smirk playing at his lips. Beca fixed her eyes on her laptop screen, toying with the different toggles of her mixing program.
Jesse cleared his throat to get her attention, but she didn't respond, he tried again and still nothing. So, he sat beside her and tapped on her shoulder. She side-glanced him before removing her headphones to make them dangle on her neck and craned her neck to look at him with raised eyebrows. In that moment, all oxygen escaped Jesse's system as he stared at her blue-gray eyes that could light up a room and tell many stories with just one glance.
"Can I help you?" She deadpanned. Her feigned lack of enthusiasm only excited Jesse even more, finally a girl who didn't go all squiddy and drape themselves all over him. He grinned relentlessly, and his eyes sparkled with mischief.
"You know, most people come here to tan or swim." He said, gesturing to her pale skin, then to the ocean. She wrinkled her nose and Jesse thought that she looked absolutely adorable.
"I'm not the normal beach activity type." She said simply.
"Well obviously, I'm Jesse by the way." He stuck out his hand for her to shake. Beca eyed it suspiciously and reluctantly took his, shaking it lightly, earning a grin from Jesse.
"Nice to meet you Jesse." She gave a small smile, unsure of what this guy was doing.
"What're you working on there?" He pointed to her laptop, she was debating on whether or not to tell him. He looked look he was genuinely interested, so what the hell, it's not like she was ever going to see him again.
"I'm making music, well sort of. I'm mixing some songs together to make something almost entirely different." His eyebrows shot up, Jesse was impressed.
"Wow that's really cool, mind showing me?" Beca hesitated at first before removing the headphones from arounf her neck and handing them to Jesse. She was apprehensive at the idea because she hadn't shown anyone her music before, let alone unfinished tracks – to a stranger no less. He put the headphones over his ears and listened to the mix of Titanium and 500 Miles – but the voice singing Titanium was not Sia but it was beautiful no less, he'd have to ask about that later. He bobbed his head to the catchy tune, it was really good. Jesse could see the torn look in her eyes, and maybe even a touch of fear, so he smiled and reassured her that it was amazing and she kindly thanked him. And for the first time in the short time that he's known her – she smiled, genuinely smiled. It was a big fat, toothy smile that oozed with pride and accomplishment. And Jesse found it incredibly sexy.
"Thanks, um that's me singing Titanium." Jesse's eyes grew so wide that he swore that they could've popped out of his head and rolled onto the sand. His mouth hung open in shock because he'd never thought that beautiful, powerful voice could come out of such a tiny being. It was heavenly; this girl took Jesse to new levels.
They talked for a while after that, discussing different aspects of themselves. Beca didn't expect them to go this far, and Jesse didn't expect things to go this fast. By the time six pm rolled around, they were cuddled in each other's arms, lying on the beach towel that Jesse brought. Jesse was rubbing the exposed skin on her lower back and kissed different areas of her head whilst Beca trailed her hands up and down his stomach and resting her head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. After about four hours, Beca finally revealed her name – but only her first name. They watched the sun disappear into the horizon in the sappiest, cliché way possible. When the darkness began to settle, they packed up their things and headed to Beca's car. When Jesse told her that he had walked there, she offered him a ride so he didn't have to walk in the dark, plus she wanted to see his house. But instead of going to his house, Jesse insisted that they go to her house, so she didn't have to take the walk of shame. He knew that tonight would be the last time they see each other, because she hadn't even given him her number when he asked – she just changed the subject.
So that night, they rode out multiple waves of euphoria together. There was no excessive groaning or grunting. Just labored breaths and occasional moans and whimpers – and whispers of sweet nothings to increase the passion. Immense amounts of pleasure washed over them while their bodies moved together in perfect harmony before they tumbled over the edge as wave after wave of ecstasy enveloped them.
When Jesse rose the next morning in an empty in, in an empty house, with no note – he knew this was it. He saw it coming, but he didn't expect it to have such a toll on his heart strings. So he gathered his things and called Charlie's Taxi to take him home, and he kept the image of her womanly form in his mind. Remembering the exact smell that covered it, lavender and a hint of mint – that's what she smelled like – on the beach, sitting in the white sand in all her beauty.
He really didn't expect it to hurt this much, he missed her more than he should. She was just a one night stand right? This wasn't supposed to happen this way. Jesse spent countless nights lying awake at night, unable to shake the mental image of her face from his mind. What was wrong with him? He was usually the one that left, the one to leave the girl disappointed. The feelings he felt for her ran deeper than just sex, or a little crush. This wasn't him – it wasn't how he expected love to be like. Did he say love? Yes he did.
Jesse Swanson was undoubtedly in love with a one night stand.
His heart broke at the fact that he could never go beyond and pursue his feelings because she doesn't really care – and the very thought broke his heart into tiny little pieces. Did she do it on purpose? No. Was she aware of it? No. Did she feel the same way? Probably not, but Jesse couldn't shake these feelings for her – no matter how hard he tried.
So here he is – three months later, sitting in the dining room of an eighty five year old Japanese woman, eating eggs, spam and bacon, reminiscing it something that would never happen again.
Mrs. Nakama laid a sympathetic hand on Jesse's shoulder, and he smiled lightly at her. "Tell you what, Jesse. How about you be my date to the Akau's luau? That would make you feel better; you can be a little habanui tonight." Jesse nodded and accepted her offer before cleaning up his mess and helping her wash the dishes. After about an hour, Jesse left and continued his run.
That night, Jesse put on a white button up long sleeve dress shirt with rolled up sleeves along with a pair of dark washed jeans. He and Mrs. Nakama arrived at the Akau's hale at around five pm, he mingled with different people and he was never bored because almost everyone knew each other. That's the good thing about living on the Windward side of the island; everyone was so humble and close-knit. He really enjoyed the food (why they don't have Hawaiian food in the Mainland – he'll never know) and the music. They elders danced and sang along, making everyone smile.
It wasn't until the party was almost over that he found Mrs. Nakama again, she was calling him to come to her from across the dance floor. He smiled and walked over to her, "Yes Aunty?" Jesse asked, taking a sip of his beer. "Oh Jesse! I want to introduce you to Uncle Kinky's granddaughter, she's so beautiful! His daughter – Kelly moved back to the islands with her daughter and her husband she met in Georgia. I think you'll like her!" Mrs. Nakama exclaimed, Jesse smiled at the elder woman's antics to "hook him up" with this girl. She brought forward a small girl, her head was ducked, so he could see her face. "Jesse, this is Rebeca. Rebeca, this is Jesse." She looked up slowly, and Jesse stopped breathing entirely. Standing before him, was the sarcastic, mysterious girl he'd met on the beach that faithful day, three months ago. A light blush crept up her cheeks before she turned to Mrs. Nakama.
"We've met Aunty." Mrs. Nakama's eyes widened.
"You're Beach girl Beca!" She yelled with excitement, making her blush become a deep shade of red.
Yes, she was Beach girl Beca.
My one night stand.
PHEW! I know I'm bad! I should be writing my other stories and I sincerely apologize for not updating them! Please forgive me!
ANYWAY
How'd you like it? Good, no good? Let me know in the reviews, they're greatly appreciated! Along with any song suggestions. I have the next four in the works right now, so be patient ;P
Hawaiian Pidgin Dictionary:
Hamajang (Hah-mah-jang) – Crazy; jacked up.
Pau (Pow) – Done.
Habanui (Ha-ba-new-ee) – Scavenger
Hale (Ha-lay) – house
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Oreo xoxo