The next day, Jesse got up early. For someone who went to bed after 2 in the morning, he was doing okay. After a warm shower, he got dressed for the day. Jesse put the coffee machine on then he made himself and Beca French toast. He didn't even realize he made enough for two until he was placing the food on a plate.

He had breakfast and fixed his daughter her formula milk then made his way to his Sam's room to wake her up and get her ready for the day. He glanced at Beca's room when he walked past it, she wasn't in bed and he could hear the shower running and her voice, it wasn't loud enough to make out the song she was singing in the shower.

"Hey baby," he said to his daughter, he found her awake and just lying in her crib. She grinned when he reached for her and picked her up.

As he dressed Sam up, he thought about what he almost did the night before. He almost kissed his friend. Jesse aware of their mutual sexual attraction but they agreed not act on it because she still getting over her breakup and he really didn't want to get into a relationship anytime soon. Yet, he slipped. He was grateful she pulled away because, he really liked having her as a friend, and she was opening up to him.

Jesse was grateful she pulled away because, he really liked having her as a friend, and she was opening up to him.

"Don't you look great!" he complimented his daughter after dressing her up. He picked her up and walked to the kitchen where he sat her down and placed a bib around her neck.

"Morning," Beca said as she walked to the kitchen,

"Good morning" Jesse glanced at her as he placed a bowl of rice cereal in front of his baby before he took a seat and started to feed her.

Sam babbled something incoherent at Beca,

"I think Sammy is telling you something," Jesse said as he brought the spoon to Sam's mouth,

"Oh yeah?" Beca had her back to them as she poured coffee into her mug.

"Well, she's looking at you, so yeah, she's talking to you." Jesse shrugged as he tried to make sense of the things his daughter was babbling.

Beca turned around with the mug in her hand then made her way to the counter and leaned against it, "When will she start to make sense?" Beca asked as she brought the mug to her mouth,

"Soon," Jesse glanced at Beca, "Hey watch this," he turned back to Sam, "Sam say hi to aunt Beca," he nodded at Beca while waving his hand.

Sam's babbling sounded like a hi. She spat some of the food while looking at Beca,

"You're right, cuteness does overshadow grossness," Beca brought the mug to her mouth,

"You don't know half of it," he cleaned Sam's mouth, "You don't cuddle with her. She's at her ultimate cuteness when we cuddle," Jesse brought a spoon full of cereal to her mouth. "You don't even come near her," he said in realization,

"Dude, babies can smell fear, I don't want her to start crying and tear our ears off,"

"That's thoughtful," he said sarcastically,

"I'm serious, they can sense it,"

"Hey, listen I made you French toast with me, it's in the microwave,"

"You didn't have to,"

"Becs, it's a habit to cook enough for two, just eat it." He shrugged.

"Thank you," she pulled the plate from the microwave and placed it on the counter.

"Crispin's gonna probably come by later to pick up his stuff," she informed him,

"I'm gonna be here when he does," he assured her. He felt her gaze and didn't look around.

"When will he come?" Jesse asked,

"I'll text you when he tells me," she answered,

"Okay," He nodded,

After he was done feeding Sam her cereal, Jesse placed some avocado for her to eat and got up to wash the bowl.

Beca was by the sink washing her mug.

"Hey, Bec," he stood next to her,

"mmhm?"

"I'm sorry about last night," he apologized,

"I don't know what you're talking about." She knew exactly what he was talking about. She turned to him and noting the frown she smiled at him. "Let's just forget about it, okay?"

He nodded watching her reach for a cloth to dry her hands.

"We just gotta ignore it until it goes away," she winked then walked past him.

"It?"

"Don't make me say it," she said over her shoulders.

He knew she meant the sexual attraction between them but was playing dumb. Jesse watched her grab her handbag and keys.

She dropped her keys, and as she bended down to pick them up Jesse had to look away because he found himself staring at her chest.

"See ya," she said as she made her way to the front door.


"Where's Sam?" Beca asked, glancing at Jesse's car. They got home at the same time. She parked her car first and watched him get out of his.

"At my parents', she's spending the night there," Jesse locked his car after grabbing a grocery bag. "Mom likes having her around, a lot."

Beca nodded and wait for him before she started to make her way to the apartment complex.

She texted Jesse around noon that Crispin will drop by around 7 pm. It was 6:40 pm when they both got home.

"Wanna a juice pouch?" Jesse asked as they got into the elevator.

"Yeah sure," Beca pushed the button for their level,

Jesse pulled a pouch from the bag.

"Here you go," he handed it to her.

"How was your day?" he asked.

"It was alright." she shrugged putting the straw in the juice pouch, "I napped at work,"

"Earning that paycheck," Jesse snorted,

"I didn't have much work to do. You?" Beca leaned against the wall.

"I got into a fight with Sandra over the phone,"

"Why? What's wrong?" she turned to him,

"She has been skipping her video chats with Sam a lot. I get that she's working, but can't she find two minutes to see her daughter?"

"Where is she shooting?" Beca asked,

"Um, now she's in Amsterdam,"

Beca nodded swallowing the juice.

"Did fighting solve it?" she asked.

"She hung up on me when I asked if work was more important than her child." Jesse pulled a lollipop from the shopping bag. "Could you unwrap this for me?" he tapped her shoulder with the lollipop,

"Sure," Beca handed him the pouch and unwrapped the lollipop, "How old are you?" she popped the lollipop into his mouth when he lean in instead of taking it from her,

"28," he mumbled handing her the juice pouch.

"I meant your mental age," she brought the straw to her mouth,

"5, just like you," he leaned against the wall.

"I'm four and a half,"

"My bad," Jesse clicked his tongue.


Hearing the doorbell, Beca jumped from her seat. Jesse arched an eyebrow as he threw the small bouncing rubber ball against the wall. He followed Beca with his eyes after catching it only to throw it again.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"Hey Beca, it's Crispin,"

Beca buzzed him in then glanced at Jesse. He was still playing with the ball.

"Relax Beca," Jesse said feeling her gaze. When she didn't look away he stopped playing and tilted his head.

"If you're thinking of using me to distract yourself again, stop because it's not happening." he got on his feet, "Use this for distraction," he threw the ball for her to catch,

"I wasn't thinking of that," she caught the ball, "Don't worry, I'm not planning on throwing myself at you. Once is enough."

"Do you want me to walk around shirtless for distraction?" He asked jokingly.

"Dude," she threw the ball at him and he caught it, "just shut up, okay?"

"I'm just try to help," he shrugged.

Jesse started to make his way to the front door then leaned against it. "He's gonna be behind this door in like a minute or less," He held her gaze. "He's gonna take his shit and leave. And, you're not gonna let him see that you're still hung up on him,"

"Am not," she said defensively,

"I recall you saying that you're emotionally unavailable," he pointed at her,

"It doesn't mean that I'm hung up on him," Beca shrugged,

Jesse shook his head with a lazy smile on his lips as he reached for the door lock, unlocking it when he heard knocking,

"Hello," Jesse said to Crispin when found him. He was wearing a black fedora, glasses, a black t-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans, "How can I help you?" Jesse asked as the man before him eyed him, not hiding his surprise.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Crispin asked, watching Jesse rest his hand on the doorway,

"You're at my doorstep, I should be asking you that," Jesse shrugged,

"Hey Cris," Beca removed Jesse's arm from the doorway,

Jesse stepped back and let him in, "Do I know you?" Crispin asked Jesse,

"I was at your wedding," Jesse answered him,

"Here's all your stuff," Beca gestured at the three boxes on the floor, "I'm sorry I didn't send them to you… I didn't get the time to,"

"It's okay," Crispin shrugged, "Are you Beca's boyfriend?" he asked.

"Why do you care?" Jesse asked back.

"Jesse—" Beca started to say,

"Yeah I am," Jesse cut her off and reached her arm pulling her to him,

When Crispin bent down to pick up all the three boxes that were packed a box on top of the other, Beca leaned up so that she could whisper into Jesse's ear, "Why the fuck did you say that you're my boyfriend?"

"Play along and trust me," he placed a kiss on her cheek. He gave her a short nod and she nodded back hesitantly.

"How did you guys meet?" Crispin asked as he held the boxes close to him,

"We met at your wedding," they said in unison,

Jesse leaned in and placed a kiss on Beca's temple while rubbing her arm.

"Ain't that nice," Crispin said, and Jesse couldn't keep himself from smiling at the sarcastic tone his words had.

"Really nice," Jesse unwrapped his arm from around Beca to unlock the door for Crispin. "Nice fedora, by the way," Jesse said before closing the door behind him.

"That went well," Jesse said after closing the door,

"Yeah. Wanna tell me why did you tell him we're dating?" Beca crossed her arms.

"Because he wanted to see if you were still moping around over him or not," He walked to the couch and jumped on it, "I saw it in his eyes, he wanted to see you sad, because he's still holding a grudge," Jesse threw the ball against the wall.

"That doesn't make sense," Beca made her way to couch and took a seat, "The guy's happy I dumped him because it made meeting his wife possible,"

"It doesn't mean that it didn't hurt his pride when you dumped him," Jesse shrugged, "Anyway, by my little stunt, he now knows you moved on too and won't contact you again to check if you're still miserable." Jesse turned to her. "You're welcome," he smiled at her.

"I am not miserable!"

"But you're still not over him," he shrugged pulling his phone from his pocket, "Um, you're invited for lunch tomorrow at my parents'" Jesse looked up from his phone and at Beca, "I told mom that you're very busy," He added fast noting the horror look on her face "so you don't have to come if you don't want to, but keep in mind that my mother is a pretty great cook,"

"Yeah you told me," she relaxed a little.

"So, wanna come… have… lunch at my parents'?"

"I don't know, man, last time I saw your mom I was doing the walk of shame," she groaned and leaned against the couch,

"Mom didn't believe me when I told her that you and I are just roommates," he rested his feet on the coffee table "She's convinced that we're hooking up together but I'm not telling her for some reason," Jesse resumed playing the ball, "the whole asking you to come is to see if I'm lying to her about you,"

"You talk about me to your mother?" Beca arched an eyebrow,

"Obviously," he shrugged,

"Well, mom doesn't even know I have a roommate," she rubbed her forehead,

"Is it a problem that we're roommates?" he asked,

"No," she shook her head, "It's just because I didn't tell her I broke up with Crispin,"

"Yeah, that." He stopped playing with the ball and turned to face her and rested his arm on the couch.

"So, are you coming?" Jesse asked,

"You sure it wouldn't be weird… me going for lunch at your folks'?" She asked

"Beca, you're my friend, and my mother invited you for lunch. What's weird about that?"

"I don't know, maybe the fact that we slept together at your parents' place?"

"It is a little weird" he agreed with her, "If mom hears it from you that we're not a thing she'll get off my back,"

"I'm sorry, I can't," Beca uneasily said, "maybe another time,"

"it's okay," he smiled at her, "I understand,"

"Tell your mom I said thanks for the invitation,"

"I will," he nodded, "So are you planning on going to bed anytime soon?" Jesse asked glancing again at his phone.

"No," Beca said slowly, "Why?"

"Well, there's a midnight screening of a pretty awesome movie that I'm going to, and I'd like you to come with me—and before you say it, no, I'm not asking you out on a date."

"What's the name movie?"

"The room, it's an awful movie," he informed her,

"Are you being ironic because I don't like movies?" she arched an eyebrow.

"Nope," he shook his head placing his phone on the couch, "it's one of those movies that are so bad that they're good." He explained, "I have two tickets and I have a feeling you're way more fun to watch movies with than Donald,"

"Who's Donald?"

"A friend of mine," he went back to playing with the ball, "So?"

"How awful are we talking?" she asked curiously,

"Um, it's poorly written and directed. Pornstars are Oscar-worthy performers in comparison to people in this movie."

"Okay, I'm in," she shrugged, "I have nothing to do anyway,"

"Awesome," he stopped throwing the ball against the wall.


(At the movie theater.)

"Throw this," he handed Beca plastic spoon. Beca threw it at the screen along with Jesse and other movie goers.

"What's with the spoons?" she asked,

"It's a thing," Jesse caught a football that was thrown to him, "Pass this to someone," he handed her the football,

"Okay," she shrugged and threw the ball to the first guy she made eye contact with,

"I have no idea what is going on in this theater but I love it," she leaned against her seat,

"Don't question the greatness, Becs,"

"I'd fuck Mark," Beca said half way through the movie, "This Lisa lady is a nut shot to feminism but I'd fuck her too,"

"Originally she was cast as Michelle but got the role after they fired the actress they hired first,"

"Who's Michelle?"

"This movie cost 6 million dollars to make and is considered to be one of the greatest awful movies of all time. It's a cult classic." Jesse continued with the trivia ignoring her question.

"Fascinating," Beca threw some popcorn into her mouth,

"Is this sex scene inspired by 80s porn?" Beca asked when they got a sex scene in the movie.

"Yes," Jesse answered fast.

"I'm loving this piece of shit," Beca said after swallowing.

Jesse took her Soda can from her and sipped from it,

"Hey," she exclaimed,

"What? I've finished mine," he shrugged,

"So, you take mine?"

"Yeah!" he nodded, "You weren't drinking and it's not healthy anyway,"

She grabbed a handful of popcorn and threw it at him. "It's diet coke, moron,"

Jesse picked popcorn and ate it.

"You're tearing me apart Lisa!" he quoted the movie they were watching as he dramatically chew the popcorn when she kept throwing popcorn at him.

"I don't get why she didn't just fucking leave him?" Beca said focusing on the movie.

"I don't get the whole movie," Jesse shrugged, "but it's awesome," he handed her a spoon,

"Am I gonna get an explanation for the spoon thing?" she took the spoon,

"You'll figure it out soon," he assured her, "Just pay attention to the frame,"

She shrugged and threw the spoon when everyone in the theater started throwing spoons at the screen.

"The framed spoons!" she said in realization, noting the couple of framed pictures that were in the shot, "The fuck? Who frames photos of spoons?" she turned to Jesse in puzzlement,

"Spoons enthusiasts," he replied in a serious tone as he rested his arm on the seat's arm,

"You're an idiot," she popped popcorn into her mouth,

"It's true. I'm full of facts,"

"You should let other people tell you're they're fun," she took her can that he was still holding in his hand,


"I'm gonna regret staying up this late tomorrow," Beca sighed as they got off the car after parking it,

"Nap at work," Jesse shrugged locking his car,

"I have some meetings and my boss will be in town tomorrow, I can't nap," she ran a hand through her hair, "I'll just drink enough coffee to get me through the day," she sighed,

"So this was fun," She glanced at him,

"It was," he nodded, "I never get tired of the room,"

"I had a great time throwing spoons and passing balls," Beca said as they made their way to the elevator.

"We aim to please Ms. Mitchell,"

"Thanks for asking me out—I mean for asking me to go see it with you,"

"If you want we can go see bad cult movies together on a regular basis," he said when they walked into the elevator,

"That should be fun," she pressed the button for their level,

"Oh yeah!" he nodded as he leaned against the wall,

"Hey Jesse," Beca looked at him. He was on his phone, playing a game.

"Thanks," she thanked him for helping her distract herself without being obvious about it. "I needed this,"

He smiled at her then looked back at his phone.

"And, I know that you made up your prior plans to go see this movie." She leaned against the wall. "I heard you talk the guy that works at the theater into letting us in when I went to get popcorn," she interlocked her fingers and looked up at the small digits that indicated the level they were at. Jesse looked up from his phone but didn't say a word.

"Thanks," she thanked him again, awkardly nudging him.

"Boy, you're awkward," Jesse finally said,

"I'm weird about these things," she shrugged,

"What things?" he asked in puzzlement,

"Anything that involves expressing how I feel without saying anything sarcastic," she answered,

"It's a struggle to be genuine, huh?" he nudged her,

"God, yes," she looked at him,

"Well, as future best friends, you don't have to worry about being genuine. I know you mean it, even when your words are dripping with sarcasm,"

His words made Beca roll her eyes,

"What?" he asked,

"What's with the best friends' thing you keep bringing up?" she asked back.

"Well, I honestly think we're gonna become best friends, it's inevitable" he shrugged, "I mean we've known each other for a month and we're already friends. We're fast friends, Becs,"

This time, Beca chuckled softly at his words,

"What now?" he asked,

"The last person that told me we're gonna be fast friends actually became one of my best friends," she informed him as they got out of the elevator, "And, she saw me naked too," she glanced at him, "The second time I met her," she added reaching to unlock the door,

"Okay," he said slowly and thoughtfully,

"I didn't sleep with her, don't go there. She just ambushed me in the shower back in college," she informed him, unlocking the door,

"I didn't go there," he shrugged,

"Sure," she snorted, making her way to her room,

"Why did she do that?" he asked closing the door,

"That my friend is a story for another day," she said over her shoulders.


AN: If you haven't seen the room you should totally watch it because it's AMAZING!

your kind words make my heart swell.

EDIT: I thought I'd explain the spoons thing and tossing a football around at the theater. There are a lot of shots in the movie, the room, where you can see framed spoon photos, which is weird, so, fans of this movie started this thing where they'd throw spoons at the screen whenever it happened. Throwing the football around is due to the fact that in the movie there are so many scenes where characters randomly toss a football around and it has nothing to do with the scene. The whole movie is weird. You should watch it. And, if you hear about a midnight screening at your town, go for it.