Author's Note
I have the flu so don't be to hard on me! I hope it's good. I have been confined to my bed and have had nothing else to do but work on this! I don't own Pitch Perfect. Wish I did, but I don't. Here is your disclaimer. Oh, and I don't own the Rocky Horror Picture Show. This used to be a story called Starlight but I changed the title to Wanted so please don't get confused! Enjoy! Reviews are always welcome!
Beca's POV
I hated Jesse for this. I absolutely fucking hated him. I don't like going on dates. They are cheesy, dorky, and blah. Point blank being I just didn't like going on dates. Regardless of all this I agreed to go anyway. That night in my room when I realized he wasn't going to give up I finally gave in. It was now Friday night, and I was anxiously pacing around my dorm room waiting for Jesse to finally get here. I sighed and checked my phone. No new messages. Where is he?
His dorm is literally two floors above me but he is already ten minutes late. This is another reason why I don't like dates. Girls get all worked up and think they are being stood up or that it was some sick joke and the guy really didn't want to go. The real paranoid girls think that their date died or something, but I wasn't going to be one of those girls. Wait, I am pacing around my dorm getting mad because my boyfriend is ten minutes late. Fuck. I just became one of those girls.
I walked over to the mirror and looked at my reflection. I took out my ear spike for tonight. That was the only sacrifice I made. Earlier that day Chloe stopped by after work and helped me pick out an outfit. I had no clue what to wear. Chloe brought over a black sundress, and after much protest I finally gave in. I didn't really even look like myself in the mirror. I had cut back on the dark eye makeup, Chloe curled my hair, and I had a pair of flip flops on. I sighed before walking back over to my dresser and putting back in my ear spike. Fuck you, Jesse. I'm not losing the scary ear spike.
A few minutes later there was finally a knock at my door.
Jesse's POV
I looked at my watch and knew that I was going to get ripped a new one because I was twenty minutes late, but I sucked it up and knocked on her door anyway. I bit my lip, half expecting her not to answer cause she was mad, as I rocked back and forth on my heels. I played with the flowers in my hands. I knew she was also going to give me shit for being cheesy, but this is what all the guys do in the movies, and I was going to do it for Beca. She could suck it up and live with it. When she finally opened her door I had to do a double take. That's my girlfriend?
"Beca Mitchell is wearing a dress!" I laughed, terribly hard.
"Shut up, Swanson!" She punched me in my arm, and then I finally got a good look at her. She was gorgeous. Always was, but seeing her like was like walking in to the twilight zone.
"You look beautiful, babe." I leaned in and kissed her cheek before handing her the flowers.
"Are we really doing this?" She said, rolling her eyes and putting the flowers on her bed. I assumed she was talking about the flowers.
"Yes, yes we are. Grab your stuff, woman! Let's go." I laughed, but really I couldn't help myself right now. I laugh when I get nervous. I let my eyes wander up and down her body. I was a man, and my girlfriend was in a short dress. Don't judge.
Beca's POV
It honest to god felt like we were in the car for hours before Jesse finally pulled in to the parking lot of a huge movie theater. Maybe this was because he was singing to me the whole way there, and refused to turn on the radio. I had to admit that him singing to me always gave my butterflies.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I groaned and turned my head towards him, glaring at him.
"Just wait! We aren't even out of the car yet and you hate it already." He smiled, pulling in to the closest parking spot he could find.
He can't tell me what to think. We are at a movie theater and he knows that I fucking hate movies! What am I supposed to think? I knew this date was going to suck.
As we walked closer to theatre I was finally able to read what the marquee said, The Rocky Horror Picture Show! Live!
Maybe tonight wasn't going to be terrible after all…