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ACA-BELIEVE IT. I have come out with two chapters in one day. I feel very accomplished. What else was I supposed to since I have been sick? Nothing. Lol. This chapter is full of cute stuff and some fluff. I don't own Pitch Perfect or Wanted. Kthx.
Beca's POV
Bella's practice is always exhausting. I always try to squeeze a nap in between my classes. Some days I would even skip lunch to get in a good nap. Today, surprisingly, I left practice really energized. Our sound was finally coming together, and I think we were almost ready for the semi- finals. I made my way over to the Treble house and used my key (the one after much pestering Jesse finally gave me) and just walked in. The house was unusually quiet, but I assumed that the boys had class or were out.
Jesse's room was always so clean. Everything had its place, but for fun I would usually mess things up. It was usually small and to a normal person would be unnoticeable but Jesse could always tell. I always told him I thought he was OCD. I moved one of his movies out of alphabetical order and then decided to lie down on his bed, waiting for him to come home.
I woke up a few hours later to a singing coming from the living room of the boys house
You know I'd fall apart without you…
I stealthily made my way out of his room and down the hallway. I was surprised to see that it was Benji practicing one of his card tricks on the couch.
"Hey Benj." I said, clearing my throat. I leaned against the door frame and smirked.
"BEC- Hey, Bec." He looked at me like I just caught him doing something wrong.
"What's up?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. What the fuck is wrong with him?
"Not much, waiting for the rest of the boys to get home. Why are you here?" He asked, accidentally dropping his deck of cards on the floor.
"Am I not supposed to be here?" I asked, confused. Benji. was being really hostile. Usually the boys loved having her around. She cooked them dinner, she helped clean, but this was mainly because she had been staying with them more frequently due to Amy's late night sexcapades.
"You're always more than welcome here, Bec. Jesse should be home in a little bit. I'm about to watch a movie though and you're more than welcome to join me." Benji smiled at me apologetically. Something weird was going on at the Treble house. I will be bugging Jesse about this as soon as he gets home.
"Thanks, but I would rather gouge my eyes out or do laundry than watch a movie." I replied and headed back towards Jesse's room. I had a pile of dirty clothes that I could actually do. I grabbed my pile of clothes, and some of Jesse's and headed for the Treble's laundry room. Which let's be honest… never got used.
Jesse's POV
I walked in to the house and was immediately bombarded by a disheveled looking Benji.
"DUDE! We almost had a close call. I was singing our song from the rehearsal and I didn't know Beca was here and she scared me but I don't think she thought anything of it and I am so sorry if I ruined this for you Jess. Fuck, man. I'm so sorry!" He was rambling on and on, but I think I caught the jist of what he was saying.
"Do you think she has a clue? Where is she?" It finally sank in that my plans may be ruined, and I was frustrated.
"I think I heard the washer going a little bit ago. I think she is doing laundry. Like I said, I don't think she knows anything." He looked really apologetic, and I couldn't be mad at him. It wasn't his fault.
"Don't worry about it. Knowing her she has no clue what's coming. Plus, you were just singing a song. Its not like she knows everything." I was trying to make him feel better.
After I was doing reassuring Benji that he didn't fuck everything up I made my way upstairs. The door to my room was cracked, and I peeked in. She was folding our laundry and putting it on our bed.
"Don't you think it's a little early for you to be doing my laundry?" I asked, opening the door.
"Maybe if you ever did your laundry, Nerd, we wouldn't have this problem." She dropped one of my shirts she was folding to cross her arms over her chest. She looked like she was caught doing a crime. I immediately felt bad for my smart ass comment. I walked over to her and took her in my arms, hugging her.
"I haven't even put a ring on that finger that, and you're already doing my laundry." I smirked and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder.
"Who says I would marry you? You'd be like the worst husband ever. You keep secrets, and that's a dick move. " She pulled back and looked at me, her eyebrow raised. Fuck. She knows something is up.
