Movication Night 3
A/N: This is probably the most fun fanfic I've ever written! I love these characters they are easy to write. So how does Jesse progress with Movication I hear you ask? Well, read on...
With the success of movication night 2 it was time to step it up and move on to movication night 3. I was thrilled that she watched Jaws (one of my all time favourite movies), but I wasn't letting up. There was still more movies to see.
I had the next one lined up I just needed to find the right situation to watch it with her. Luckily I know her schedule, so I know exactly where she's going to be. Not that I'm a stalker, that comes with all sorts of other duties and I just don't have time for level of commitment at the moment.
Which is why I'm heading to her spot on the quad. It's her spot. It's where she always sits in between classes, like today, after her intro to philosophy class. She's leaning back against the tree, with her headphones on, her eyes closed. So she doesn't hear me approach, or notice the blanket I've put down until I drop my bag right next to her. Her eyes spring open ready to berate the being who disturbed her respite, to discover it was only me. Relaxing back again she welcomes me with a, "what do you want weirdo?"
I love how she uses that term with me. There's no malice in it, so that makes it a term of endearment. At least that's the way I want to see it. I make a point about the last movication going down well (not only a great pun, but I really thought it was good), which of course she denies. That girl is all about the denial.
I realised that Beca is the sort that likes to multitask, so simply watching a movie was not going to work. So I suggest that we talk while the movie plays. I can instantly see her defensive walls come up at the suggestion, so I elaborate that I just want to know more about her, anything that she wants me to know. No matter how little. I mean, I don't even know what her favourite colour is (it's blue by the way – total shock I know. I assumed it would be black, but apparently not).
So I put Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade into my laptop, lean back on the blanket, waiting to see if Beca will join me. She looks a little sceptical at my film choice, but eventually joins me on the blanket, lying down next to me. We're not close enough that we're touching, but I can still feel the heat radiating from her. She seems to notice my lack of response and moves away.
I need to choose my questions carefully; avoiding ones I think will delve too deeply that will send her running. So I start with the simple things. What was her first tattoo, her favourite band, what instruments she plays.
As soon as I've got her talking, particularly about the stuff she likes, she began to ask me questions. I'm surprised by some of them. I mean, how could she not know that I play the piano – I don't spend hours in the music department for nothing!
She asked what sort of tattoo I would get. I hadn't even thought of about it (my mom would kill me!). But then she starts designing a tattoo for me. She grabs my arm, and pulls my hoodie up so she can see the bare skin on my arm. Her fingers dance across my skin as she describes what my first tattoo should be. There is a music stave, with the notes of my favourite film score playing on my skin, or maybe a quote from a movie, or even a mixture of the two, she couldn't quite decide. She was particularly animated while talking to me, while I was unusually quiet. I couldn't help but react to her closeness as she held my arm in her hands.
But there was one question I have wanted to know for quite some time so I couldn't help but ask, "so why did you join the Bellas?" It's not like she's one for participation. Her answer however, shocked me.
"My dad." She goes on to explain the deal she has with her dad. By joining in with the Bellas, he will pay for her to move to L.A after one year. One year. That's all she plans to be here. I'm shocked and a saddened by her admission. Especially when she is so happily explains what's so great about L.A. Not that L.A is THAT great. Fair enough, I'll probably end up there myself (I mean it is movie central), but still, it's not that special right now.
I decide to drop the subject as it's making me a little depressed and a good scene comes on. It's the part where they discover the catacombs, which is when I discover that Beca doesn't like rats. She's pretty freaked out during that scene, I couldn't help but laugh. For which I'm rewarded with a punch to the arm. Seriously, I need to wear body armour round her!
Once again, we settle to watch the movie, and at various points she asks questions, and at others I do. Sometimes they were about the movie, while some are personal. I finally start to learn a little bit more about her.
I learn she is an only child and her dad left when she was 15. I discover that her dad is a professor at the college, which is why she is here, and about his new wife – who Beca hates. I'm starting to peel away the layers to discover why she is the way she is.
In return I tell her about my family, in particular my old brother, Kyle. He's training to be an engineer. My parents are so proud of him, and so am I. He's going to be so big and important, and so going to be upstaged by me when I become a big shot film composer!
I finally discover that she has seen some movies, and that she likes action movies the best (I kinda already figured as much), because even if they are predictable (the good guys always win), but at least it's entertaining getting to the inevitable conclusion.
All too soon we get to the epic ending, when Donovan drinks from the wrong cup in the Holy Grail chamber. Having never seen the movie, she's not prepared for his rapidly decaying body. Apparently she doesn't like that sort of thing either. So, rats and decaying bodies should not be on the movie lists from now on.
I call her a wuss as she rolls over to hide her face from the scene on the screen. I don't complain too much as in an effort to hide, she's rolled closer to me. Once it's clear, I lean down to whisper that she can look. Slowly she lifts her head, and peeks through her fingers at the screen. I start to laugh and she twists to give me a glare that tells me not to make a big deal out of this, or else. I still smile, and find that we are so close again. We look at each other, and I wonder if we once again are going to kiss. And just like before, she turns away at the last minute.
We get to the end of the film, and she admits it wasn't that bad. Success! She tells me she guessed the end, and she did like it (except for the decomposing bodies part). She gathers her stuff and starts to leave. "If I have nightmares tonight, I'll blame you." I agree to choose a less 'graphic' film next time.
"You better!" She shouts back as she walks off.
I think I can safely say that movication is now official!
A/N
Next: movication moves up a level!
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