Death is inevitable, it happens to everyone at some point at sometime. It can be gradually from old age or abruptly from a tragic accident or disease, or something bizarre like being crushed to death by a vending machine. Beca thought it only right to speed up the process for whoever set her phone off, it's incessant buzzing forcing her to peel of her headphones and drop them around her neck. No one interrupted her when she was in the middle of mixing. It should become a law, an amendment to the Constitution; No one shall talk to, text, or even be in a one hundred meter perimeter of Beca Mitchell while she is working on music (or may a sudden and justified end be delivered to whatever idiot who would do such a thing).

It wasn't too bad at first, a few dings here and there. She silenced her phone, put her headphones back on and ignored it, working diligently on her newest mix. The light from the phone bounced off the screen of her computer, lighting up once more after a few seconds when the next text would arrive. It was normal for Beca to ignore her phone, though. She knew Luke, her dad, and pretty much everyone else on her contact list hated how she would never respond, but if they wanted to talk to her they could just find her. It wasn't even that hard. She was either at school (ugh), home working on a mix, or with Luke at some club either listening to the DJ or playing her own mixes. If they really wanted her attention that badly, they could work for it.

That was one of the reasons Beca didn't answer her phone, anyways. The other reason was that it was more than her arm's length away and she was too lazy to retrieve it. It was a basis of principle; if the sender had the audacity to constantly pester her, they shouldn't be rewarded with a response to their childish behavior. After formulating a whole theory as to why she shouldn't answer the phone, she swore she was going to have a nervous breakdown at any second. What person has the time and the energy to text her a hundred times per minute? Why her? Couldn't they go find someone else to annoy? There must have been someone else willing to talk to them...maybe a therapist to talk them through their obsessive compulsive texting disorder. Maybe it was time for them to go cold turkey, and turn off the damn phone.

Grumbling, she finally rolled her chair to her bed, picking up the phone. She gave in. She couldn't do it. She wasn't strong enough. Well, the number was unknown but she was right, they had texted her well over 50 times in the course of 45 minutes. Beca rolled her eyes, tapping out a quick message.

What the hell do you want?

The three little dot symbols popped up on her iPhone screen, alerting her that the sender had decided to respond. She hoped the person was happy, disrupting her peace and quiet.

You sent me almost a million texts. Don't you think you could type a little bit faster?, Beca continued, the pads of her fingers tapping the message out on the screen. She scrolled up the list of messages, seeing that all of them looked like titles. From Harry Potter to Pulp Fiction to Rocky, they were all movie titles (at least she she was pretty sure that they were movies since Luke had talked about a few of them).

At last, her phone dinged as a blue text message bubble appeared on her screen, Ten years Beca! Ten years we haven't spent any time together. We are going to watch all of these. You have no choice. 50 movies, 5 for every year I didn't get a chance to see you.

It was him, she knew it. That stupid boy who dragged her to the movie theaters every time a new one premiered when they were kids. She had always tried to get out of it, oh boy did she try. She had told him she wanted to be home alone, just relaxing. That didn't work; the cheeky tool forced her to watch Home Alone. When the movie was over, she scowled and told him that she would've beat those criminals before they even had a chance to step foot on her lawn. Even at seven, Beca sure did have a mean right hook.

That next week at school, she wouldn't share her cookie with him as she always had, just to punish him for making her see movie after movie. He, consequently, told her she had to share, almost picking her up to move her into the theater where Beauty and the Beast was playing. He told her it was for her own good (he didn't want her to turn into more of a beast). She just laughed and pushed his shoulder, causing a grin to break out across his face. Beca would never admit it, but she smiled when the next day there was a red rose at the front of her door. (He denied putting it there, but she knew it was him. His mom went on a tangent later that week about how her rose bush was mangled causing Jesse to turn red.)

Beca actually missed going to the movies with him. Life when they were younger was so easy, so carefree. She remembered she had closed the door in his face the Saturday after that, but he was persistent. Thinking quick on his feet, the young boy had ran to the other side of her house, opening the back door before she could get to it. He heard voices upstairs, recognizing them as the voices of her parents. Cowering away from the yelling and the screaming was Beca, in the corner of the room with her favorite purple headphones on. Her arms were around her legs, clutching tightly. Jesse took her tiny hands in his, looking her in the eyes. He sat close to her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, protecting her from the world. She sat there stiffly for a moment before allowing herself to melt into the warmth of his hug. And once the house was silent, the slamming of doors giving the argument a sense of finality, he felt her exhale in his arms. When she decided she could get up, he led her outside, he gestured for her to get on his bike. Once she was seated securely on the handlebars, he pushed forward, leaving the blue house behind. Even Beca would admit, they were cute.

He took her hand as he led her into the theater. He just laughed when she started to groan. With an encouraging look, Jesse led her into an almost empty movie theater. The titles began to play and soon enough, Beca found herself watching Annie. Jesse whispered over to her, "Someday, a nice rich man will adopt you and you will never have to listen to yelling every again."

"You promise?" Beca asked, gazing up at him.

Jesse looped his arm around her shoulders. "Of course, but only if you pay for me to have my own car. Don't forget the little people when you're rich and have all the money in the world."

The rest of the movie they hopped up and down the rows like idiots, Beca's chestnut hair flying all around her. Jesse screamed out the lyrics, getting some weird looks from people passing by the theater, but Jesse and Beca were in their own world where it was just the two of them.

After that, she hadn't been too opposed to watching movies with him. From about when they were five, when his mom would sit in the back of the theater, to when they were seven and they would actually be allowed to see a matinee movie showing together without any parents lurking in the back, they would see movies almost every week. She would ask him stupid questions as he returned sarcastic answers, making her smile. The last movie they saw before the summer Jesse would turn 8, he pulled her into The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement. He told her that his father was actually king of a faraway country in Europe.

"No, he isn't," Beca responded, a look of disbelief on her face. "That would make you a prince."

Jesse edged up to the end of his seat, making his back straight and tall. "Well, I am a prince. You see?" Jesse took the candy necklace Beca was about to stick into her mouth, putting it on top of his head, "I am prince of Candyland. The only thing I must do, since it is royal tradition, is marry a girl, I must have a queen if I ever want to be a real king."

Beca started to laugh so hard that she hardly remembered to get mad at him for taking her candy. "Jesse Swanson, are you trying to propose to me?" she questioned with a giggle. Just as she said that, he pulled out a ring pop from behind his back, "Why, of course, Miss Beca Mitchell. You are the only queen for me." Jesse got down on one knee, pretending to make a big deal out of taking her tiny hand in his, about ready to slide the candy ring on, "Marry me?" Beca looked at the boy in front of her, a megawatt grin plastered onto his face. With a giggle, she nodded, "Anytime, anywhere." Just as he was about to secure the ring around her tiny finger, he took it back, popping it right into his mouth. "Jesse, you are evil!" Beca responded, taking some of the leftover candy in the bag and throwing it at him. "You know you love me," he said as he caught some right into his mouth. With a sigh, she looked back at the screen. He already knew the answer.

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Back in reality, 10 years from that time when they saw that movie, Beca was still annoyed with Jesse. Maybe I'll see ONE movie with you. Two is even pushing it. You will never, ever get me to watch all of them, Beca texted back.

Too late, Jesse responded back as he went up the porch stairs two at a time, Come to your door.

Tell me what you think of this chapter. I really enjoy writing scenes of Beca and Jesse from when they were younger.