A/N: The reviews that this story has been getting is mind boggling. I actually can't believe that some of you actually like something I wrote. Like whaaaat?! asdghjkl. Anyways, here's an update. It's funny how I was on spring break last week but I had no inspiration to write at all and it's only now that I'm back at school and have loads of homework on my bed, waiting to be done that I feel the need to write this chapter. Okay.. come on, vĂ¡monos! (sorry)
Disclaimer: Don't own Pitch Perfect blah blah blah or any of the characters blah blah blah and don't even own a credit card
Everyone has heard the phrase "beat the Monday morning blues", but has anyone actually ever come up with a successful solution? Well, for Beca Mitchell it was loads and loads of coffee. The girl drinks so much of it, it practically runs through her veins. Monday morning came around and Beca awoke to a house all to herself. The timer on the coffee machine had finally went off and Beca could smell the bitter, yet invitingly warm fragrance that pulled her out of bed. Coffee always put her in a good mood. Yes, some may say it's unhealthy to be that addicted but no one would ever dare to take away coffee from Beca Mitchell. It was just an unbearable thought. No one would want to wake up and encounter a caffeine-deprived Beca. Just as she made her way down the stairs, the doorbell rang and Beca could only let out a grunt. Who in the world would be at her doorstep at 6 in the morning?
"G'morning, sunshine!" Jesse Swanson. Jesse Swanson would be at her doorstep at 6 in the morning.
"What do you want?" Beca grimaced at the bubbly aura of the boy standing in her foyer.
"Well, lots of things, but we don't always get what we want," Beca rubbed her eyes in annoyance. It was too early for this, too early for him. Ignoring her silence, Jesse continued with his bubbly morning attitude, "So, Beca. You excited for your first day back at school?"
Beca only turned to him with an irked look on her face. "Geez, Swanson, I haven't even had my coffee yet," as she turned around again to make her way to the kitchen, Jesse had walked past her and reached for the coffee pot and a mug at the same time and poured it for her. The action caused for Beca to freeze in her spot and watched him. He had filled up the mug, mixed in some black coffee powder and sugar. After he had done so, he handed her the mug and it took Beca awhile to even reach out and grab it.
"There, now you have your coffee." He smiled at her and went back to the counter to pour himself a cup as well. Beca was now more confused than annoyed.. or both confused and annoyed. How the hell did he know that she liked her coffee super black and strong? Before she asked, she just had to take a sip and damn was it the best cup of coffee she's had in a while.
"How'd you know I like black coffee?" She asked him, all hostility in her tone had vanished just a bit.
"Well, with all that black clothing and black nail polish and black rings and black eyeliner, I figured that you fancied black coffee as well," He gave her a smug smile and made his way to the dining table. Before Beca could respond, he laughed while he scrolled through his phone. "I'm kidding, Becs. Your dad gave me a list of things that you might like and not like," He held up his phone to her and she approached it and saw that her father had texted a long ass list to him. It had almost everything.
"Black coffee in the morning
Doesn't like the smell of fish but will eat salmon
Can't stand the sound of metal against metal
Blasts her music a little too loud, you might want some ear plugs
Don't touch her hair, she claims that the oil on your skin makes her hair oily, thus making her want to shower every 10 seconds
Black coffee in the afternoon
When she's wearing her headphones, don't disturb her
Don't leave her with little kids, she won't know what to do
Loves grilled cheese
Black coffee in the evening"
After Beca had read the list, she pursed her lips. "Huh. I guess he does know some things about me," The serious tone in her voice caught Jesse off guard. He lowered his phone back down on the table and started scrolling through his messages. A minute of silence went by and Beca finished the last of her coffee, noticed he was done with his and grabbed his mug, too. "You never answered me, by the way," she broke the silence while she rinsed the mugs. He looked up from his phone and asked what she meant.
"What do you want? What're you doing here?"
"Oh!" Jesse stood up quickly and checked the time, "You've got about 10 minutes to get ready," Beca furrowed her brows,
"What do you mean? School starts in 30 minutes and I live like 2 blocks away,"
"Yeah, but I wanted to make a stopover first,"
"A stopover? Wait, you think you're taking me to school?"
Jesse just smiled at her and went to go grab his backpack.
"Wait, wait, wait," Beca ran after him only to feel a sharp stab in her side.
"That's exactly why I'm taking you to school, and you're still not fit to carry heavy objects so you need someone to carry around your bag. Now, chop chop- time's wasting!"
Driving through their subdivision, Beca was convinced that they wouldn't make it to school in time since Jesse's stopover seemed to be a little out of the way. Growing more and more impatient, Beca turned to face him.
"Where the hell are we going?"
"Patience, young grasshopper," was all Jesse said and he continued to drive. Almost 10 minutes later, Jesse had pulled up into a school parking lot and it suddenly dawned on her where they were.
"Jackson Elementary School," she read the sign out loud. "It looks exactly the same," she breathed out.
Jesse smiled to himself. This was the school where they first met. He had passed it on his way home the other day and he thought of her. He figured it'd be a nice getaway before Beca had to go back to school since the accident. He unbuckled his seatbelt, ran around to open her door and helped her out. As soon as she got both feet planted on the ground, he reached behind the front seat and grabbed a small bag. He took a hold of her hand and led her to the playground. "C'mon, I wanna show you something,"
When they got to the playground, everything looked the same. Everything was in the same place, and it seemed as if they were back in 1st grade. He first led her to the monkey bars and started to chuckle. Realizing what made him laugh, Beca glared at him. "Very funny. Reminisce all you want. Just to be clear, every time I was here and no one was around, I made it across the monkey bars every single time. It was just that one day that I somehow slipped and scraped my knee," She crossed her arms in defense.
He still couldn't help but chuckle at the memory, "Ok ok, if you say so," the two exchanged looks. Beca's expression softened a bit as she realized he had stopped laughing at her but instead just plainly admired her. She started to feel awkward and she scrunched up her nose in a nervous matter. Ever since she was little, it seemed like every time she had felt nervous or uncomfortable, her nose would scrunch for a second, making her look like a little bunny. Sensing her discomfort, Jesse grabbed her hand again and led her to a picnic table.
"Remember this?" He asked. Beca just approached the table and sat on the bench.
"Of course. I sat here every day. Most of the kids would be sitting closer to the school but I kinda liked this table. It was farther from the rest. Plus, there's a huge tree right there to block the sun most days.. Why are we here, Jesse?"
He made his way to sit on the bench across from her. "Are you hungry?" Caught off guard by his question, Jesse pulled out a sandwich bag and a photo. He slid the photo across the table and opened up the sandwich bag.
Now, it was Beca's turn to chuckle. It was the photo from their yearbook. He had cut it out in a manner that looked as if it took him some time. The two of them were sitting at that very same table, sharing a grilled cheese sandwich. Shifting her eyes from the photo, she realized Jesse had taken out a grilled cheese sandwich and split it in half. He handed her one half and grabbed two juice pouches from the bag. He gestured for them to toast the pouches and Beca could not help but roll her eyes at him.
"To your first day back," he toasted.
A/N: I'm soooo sorry I have to end it here. My brain started to run dry after that part. I don't know where I'm going with this. Maybe I sort of do but I just don't know how to get there. I promise to pre-write my chapters once again so that the updates go up one after the other. I just thought it's been quite some time since the last update and maybe some of you just needed a little something to get by. Also, I'd like to mention 99mimis. I've been following your kastinfandom ig account for the longest time and I find it cool that we somehow met because of this story. And then that led to mutual twitter following and so on. I'd also like to thank you for your lovely comments and praise of this story and occasionally make me blush till I turn into a tomato. Hope this update suits you and I promise to update more often. Remember, guys. Leave reviews & suggestions! I will most definitely be using all your ideas. It helps with the writing. Okay, byeeeee. Adios, mis amigos.
