AN: Hello, people. It's been a while. I've been trying to finish Carried Away so I kinda put this one on hold. Writing more than a story at a time is pretty hard and I don't know how people do it. It's creatively draining... I have a cold and feeling like total shit but being sick means more time to write so here's something I hope that you'd like. And sorry if it bores you out.


Jesse loved spring break for one reason—well it was a few reasons but if he were asked to give the one thing he enjoyed about break he'd lump all of the reasons in one word: chilling.

He loved chilling at home: Marathoning his favorite movie series and playing video games.

It was heaven for him.

"Jesse, don't forget to mow the lawn," Mrs. Swanson reminded as she grabbed her purse from the coffee table where her son was resting his feet as he played Mortal Kombat with Donald.

"Why can't Ryan do it?" Jesse complained not tearing his eyes away from the fighting game.

"Because he's at his soccer practice and gets home tired and you're home all day," Mrs. Swanson said in boredom then sighed. "Would you do it if I pay you ten bucks?" she negotiated with her son.

"Twenty," Jesse tried bargaining.

"Fine," she shook her head, pulled a twenty dollars note from her wallet, and gave it to him. "Just do it, Jesse." She paced out of the house in a hurry because she was late for her shift at the hospital where she worked as a nurse.

"Bye, Mrs. S," Donald absentmindedly said.

They faintly heard her say. "Don't set the house on fire." Before she pulled the door behind her.

"Ten bucks if you mow it and let me take the credit?" Jesse offered.

"Fifteen," Donald curly said.

"Fuck off," Jesse snorted.

"Dude," Donald exclaimed in annoyance when Jesse hit pause and grabbed his phone seeing that Beca texted him.

Beca: 'Okay.'

He grinned because she just agreed to come over and play Mortal Kombat against him after he told her he'd kick her ass at it.

Jesse: 'If I win you mow our lawn.'

Beca: 'WHEN I win you clean Mitchell Sr.'

Jesse snickered at what she called her car.

Jesse: 'Your car is a trash box.'

Beca: 'I hope you know how to get Blood off of upholstery.'

Jesse: 'Did you kill someone?'

Beca: 'No comment.'

"Ow. Why did you do that?!" Jesse exclaimed when Donald threw the controller at him hitting him in the head.

"Need I remind you of the rules of playing a video game?"

"No, because they aren't any—"

"—Rule numero uno: your girlfriend can wait, the game can't," Donald proceeded to say ignoring Jesse.

"Okay, you just made that up," Jesse said after a beat and tossed Donald the controller. "Let's finish this up 'cause Beca is coming over," he said as he rubbed his head.


Hearing a car pull over in front of the house, Jesse looked out of the window and spotted Beca's black classic Chevy also known as Mitchell Senior.

Play it cool, Swanson—Jesse said to himself.

"Am I getting kicked out right now?" Donald wondered as he looked out of the window as well.

"Nah, you can stay," Jesse shrugged.

He was totally not a hormonal teenager that would dream about making out with the girl that was walking towards his home. He most certainly wasn't keeping Donald around in an attempt to keep things appropriate and not scare Beca off.

"Beca, get in. It's unlocked," Jesse said in a loud enough voice for Beca to hear when she knocked.

"Hi," she greeted, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Hi yourself," Jesse grinned watching Beca take off her sunglasses and wear them over her hair. He was pleasantly surprised by the lack of heavy makeup—he liked her alt vibes but it was nice to see her take it down a notch with the angry-at-the-world look. She was sporting plaids, that she left unbuttoned, over a black tight tank matching them with black skinny jeans and boots, which were black as well. The lack of makeup was the only change.

"This is Donald, you remember him, right?" he said when she arched an eyebrow at the way he kept staring.

"Yep," Beca nodded and made her way to them in the living area where they sat on a couch facing a huge TV.

"How is it going?" Donald asked her.

"All right," she shrugged.

"No, finish your game. I'm not in a rush to kick Jesse's ass," Beca said to Donald when he sat up and held the controller her way.

"I wanna watch you kick his ass," Donald handed her the controller then scooted to the right making space for her to sit between him and Jesse.


"Suck on that, Swanson!" Beca exclaimed after having kicked Jesse's ass.

"You cheated!" he tried to argue.

"Dude, she beat you in record time," Donald laughed.

"No, she cheated. You didn't see her: I did!"

Beca didn't cheat per se. She just distracted Jesse with her cleavage and lip biting. And as a heterosexual 16-year-old boy he fell for it.

"You're so sneaky," Jesse shook his head. Beca could barely keep the grin off her face as she pulled her keys from her pocket.

"I believe this is the part where you stop whining and to go clean my trash box." She held the keys his way.

Jesse snatched her keys from her hand then got up.

Donald snickered watching Jesse huff as he made his way to the front door then tilted his head to look at Beca.

"Wanna play 'til Jesse's done?" he wondered.

"Sure," Beca shrugged and passed him a controller.

"Beca?" Jesse called as he walked back inside the house less than a minute later. "Your car is spotless," he said in confusion.

"Yeah, I might have cleaned it up yesterday because I was bored." She shrugged. "I just wanted to mess with you," she glanced at him.

"Well, what do I do now?" he wondered.

"Mow the lawn maybe?" Donald suggested.

"It's boring," Jesse complained.

"Sing while you're at it. That will get you through it. I'm sure your neighbors would just love a free concert," Beca said. "Dude, what the hell, move," Beca tried to look past Jesse when he stood right in front of her and kept her from seeing the TV screen.

"Beca, you know I struggle to finish a task," he started to say.

"Yes, because you have the attention span of the 3-year-old," she said as she played finally having found a comfortable enough angle to look at the TV.

"And, you're way too levelheaded for a sixteen-year-old girl, which by the way is very odd."

"Thanks?" she said not sure if he had complimented her or was insulting her.

"Beca," Jesse called as he poked her shoulder.

"Could you just get to the point?" Beca looked up after hitting pause—distracting Jesse aside, she was actually good at video games that involved a lot of violence and didn't want to lose.

"Keep me company while I mow the lawn?" He gave her puppy eyes as he spoke.

"Why would I do that? It's hot as hell outside."

"Is that why you're barely wearing makeup?" he ran a hand over her face gently pushing her head back. "So that you don't look like you're a melting ice cream?"

"Nope, I just ran out of black eyeshadow." She glared at the grin he was sporting.

Jesse hopped next to her and threw an arm around her shoulder pulling her to him.

"To answer your question: because you like me enough to keep me company as I go through the hardship of labor that is mowing the lawn," he said in a matter of fact tone.

"You make it sound like you're going to mow a stadium with a pair of scissors," Beca said in amusement as she held his gaze.

He pecked her lips and watched her uncomfortably shift and look at the ceiling—he, of course, knew why.

"Beat it, Donald," Jesse said to his friend.

"I'll be at Benji's," Donald informed as he hopped off the couch.

Donald had just pulled the door behind him when Beca leaned up and kissed Jesse while he ran his hand up and down her arm.

"I'm a little offended that you wouldn't kiss when we're not alone," Jesse mumbled as they kissed.

"Can you blame me for wanting a little privacy?" she asked. He shook his head and deepened the kiss.

"You're a really bad friend, you know that?" Jesse said once she pulled away panting, grateful she did because he really had a hard time pulling away—she was the one with the better self-control.

"Nope. I personally think that I'm a pretty awesome friend." She shrugged while playing with his hair.

"You're keeping me from mowing the lawn. You are a pretty awesome distraction," he said earning a chuckle.

"I better leave then." She was quick on her feet and he was quick to sit up. "No, don't go." He took her hand, interlocking their fingers, and pulled her back to sit on the couch. "I like having you around," he confessed.

"And I like being around you," she mumbled as she looked at their interlocked fingers and felt him place a kiss on her temple.

"Okay, here's an idea to help you through the lawn mowing," Beca looked up from their hands.

"I'm listening," he nodded for her to keep going.

"We play two truth one lie," she suggested.

"Into it," he slowly nodded.

"Cool," she smiled then got up and pulled him up with her.

"Okay, I'll start," Jesse said as they walked to the garage so that he could retrieve the lawnmower.

"I'm a really great swimmer. I can play the harmonica. I can finish a pizza in a span of 5 minutes."

"Hmm." Beca took a second to think as he swung their hands. "I'm gonna go with the harmonica one 'cause I think you would have bragged about it by now."

"Wrong."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I can play it really well," he shared with Beca.

"What's the lie then?" she wondered.

"I can't swim." He grimaced and let go of her hand to get inside the garage.

"Holy shit, Swanson!"

"I know," he sighed. "You could always teach me, you know? Since you're such an excellent tutor," he said and pushed the button that opened the garage door that led to the front yard then went to get the lawnmower.

"Yeah, I don't think teaching math is on the same level as teaching someone how to swim." She followed him out of the garage and to the front yard then wore her sunglasses.

"Okay, your turn," he told her then started the machine.

"I can hold my breath for two minutes. I have never gotten drunk. I once made my cousin touch tongue with me when I was 9," she spoke loudly so that he could hear her over the noise the lawnmower was making.

Jesse stopped mowing the lawn and turned to look at her. "The last one."

"Nope," Beca shook her head.

"You kissed your cousin?" he arched an eyebrow.

"And I think it really messed her up," Beca grimaced. "Hey don't judge me. I was nine and thought it would be funny!" she added when he wouldn't stop staring.

"I'm not judging you. Just soaking up this piece of information." He went back to the task at hand. "What's the lie then? The second one?"

"Yeah, no, I never got drunk. I'm too paranoid to lose my sobriety," she told him.

"Becs, you could loosen up a little. The world won't end if you have a little fun."

"I can have fun without getting drunk," she shrugged. "The light buzz is enough." She crossed her legs at her ankles. "Your turn."

Jesse nodded then said, "I'm a champ at shoplifting. I got hit on a woman my mom's age. I almost broke Ryan's neck when I was 12."

"I'm gonna go with the shoplifting. You don't seem like the type that would even dare shoplift."

"You are correct," he admitted.

"I wanna know how you got hit on by a middle aged woman," Beca told him.

"Ugh," he shivered at the unpleasant memory. "I was with my mom at the mall. She went into to try on some clothes and left me all alone. This woman nearby started talking to me. I, of course, engaged in the conversation. Then it started to take a really odd path and I'm glad mom came back when she did." He paused. "The woman actually pinched me in the butt cheek," he said.

"When was this?" Beca asked, amused by the story.

"Like a year ago," he shrugged.

"And how did you almost break your brother's neck?" she wondered.

"Oh, I was trying my WWE moves on him," he casually told her.

"I used to play wrestling with my cousin."

"Same one you kissed?"

"Yeah, Kenzie," Beca nodded. "I once pushed her; she fell and lost a tooth. Thank god it was a baby tooth."

"Remind me to never wrestle with you," Jesse said in mock-fear.

"You almost broke your brother's neck. I'm the one who should fear for their life."

Jesse shrugged in response. "At least I didn't kiss him."

"You're gonna make me regret telling, aren't you?" she said.


30 minutes later, Jesse finished mowing the lawn and learned many things about Beca while letting her know an awful lot of stuff about himself.

"Wanna grab a bite, weirdo?" Jesse asked as he threw an arm around Beca's shoulder while they looked at the freshly mowed lawn. "I know how to make Nachos," he added watching her push her glasses up her nose.

"Anyone with half a brain can pull of Nachos," Beca shrugged.

"Well, I make really good Nachos," he told as he turned around and turned her with him guiding her back to the house.

"Wow me, Swanson," Beca said as they walked to the kitchen.

Beca hopped on the kitchen island. She watched Jesse pulled the ingredients and place them near her.

Jesse whistled We Both Reached For The Gun from Chicago as he prepared the plate and by the time he placed it in the microwave and set the timer he had sung the whole soundtrack.

"Hey, Becs?" Jesse called as he rested his palms on the kitchen island. "We've been out on a few dates that I think went well."

She nodded when he paused, agreeing. Yeah, she had fun and even suggested when and where they should go on their next date.

"You think we're there yet?" he wondered.

Beca knew what he meant by there. He wanted to know if they reached the R-word stage.

"I really like you, Beca," he sincerely said.

"I like you, too," she replied. "But, I'm weird about this stuff, Jesse. I don't know how to move things. I just know that the way things are is fine. I like hanging out with you. I like going out on dates with you."

"You don't know how to move things forward or you don't want to?" He straightened up.

"Both," she sighed.

"So, you just wanna keep hanging out?" he wondered sounding a little hurt which encouraged Beca to sack up and give him a valid explanation or at least try to give an explanation.

"The reason why I don't want to label things is." She paused when he looked up. "I won't meet your expectations. And once we finish high school we will reach a parting of the ways." She made a motion of taking different directions with her hands then said, "And it would suck big time."

"Beca, are you seeing someone else?" he asked.

"What?" She frowned. She just told him she's insecure in the relationship department and his question made her wonder if he was listening to her. "No. Just you," she answered him.

"Same here. Just you," he said. "Which means we're already dating exclusively. You got nothing to worry about, Becs. You're really good at the whole thing." He reached for her hands and held them when he was standing right in front of her. "We're pretty compatible, Becs." He smiled and she found herself smiling back. "As for the breaking up because of college, it wouldn't be for another year." Jesse shrugged. "And you really shouldn't be thinking about that. Besides, it will suck whether we'd be dating or just friends. And we can't change that. You're way smarter than me so you will probably get into a college that I wouldn't dream of going to." His words made her chuckle. "So, can we just act our age and enjoy each other's company fully while we can?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Beca uneasily said as she nodded her head.

"Of course, I'm right," he said earning an eye roll from Beca. "I really like you and I love spending time with you. And I know you do, too," he knowingly said.

"Yeah, I just told you, Sherlock," she commented.

"As long as we like each other we will continue to date. And seeing you're pretty damn mature for your age you'll warm me up to the inevitable breakup the summer before college. And we will continue to be friends 'cause I don't wanna lose you. I want to be in great terms with you 'cause you're pretty awesome and you make great playlists. You down with that future ex-girlfriend?" He flashed her a dorky grin.

"Yeah," she chuckled. "So, now what?" she wondered with a shrug.

"Now, I can stop correct everyone when they refer to you as my girlfriend."

"Oh, so you do actually correct them?" Beca said in amusement.

"Sometimes," he shrugged, still grinning and tilted his head just enough their noses wouldn't bump when she leaned in to kiss him.

Jesse found himself wondering if she'd become more affectionate with him in public now that she finally agreed to be his girlfriend then figured that holding hands would be the only kind of affection she'd allow in public. That's how she rolled and he was willing to roll with it and resist the urge to be obnoxiously affectionate with her in public.

"So, does this usually happen when people get together?" Beca asked pulling away. "Do people usually discuss when they're going to break up the very same day they decide to become a thing?"

"No, I don't think they do," he shrugged.

"I thought so, too," Beca nodded.

"Nachos are ready!" Jesse said hearing the microwave beep.

"It smells awesome, Jesse," Beca hopped off the kitchen island and followed Jesse to the couch.

"Wanna watch something?" he asked her as he sat down and placed the plate on his lap.

"Nope, let's play," she took a seat next to him and pulled her hair up in a lazy bun.

"Under one condition," he said as he brought a nacho to his mouth. "Button your plaids," he told her.

"Okay," she chuckled and proceeded to button the first few buttons. "Can we play now?"

He nodded. "And don't bite your lip," he added as he handed the controller.

"Can't help that one, Jesse. It's part of my concentration face. Deal with it."

"Ugh. Okay," he deadpanned and loaded the game because he knew she wasn't lying about the lip thing—it was one of those things that distracted him from whatever she'd be teaching him.

"Winner gets what?" Jesse asked.

"A piggyback ride around the neighborhood," she told him.

"Dude, do you want to break your back?" he wondered.

"No. It's because I'm gonna win." She shrugged and tilted her head to eat the Nacho he held her way.

"You wish," he nudged her. "Winner gets to post something on the other's Instagram?" he suggested.

"Oh, even better," she spoke as she chewed. "You gonna have to look at the TV if you wanna win, Jesse," Beca said feeling his gaze.

Jesse tilted his head towards the TV and sighed a happy sigh.

He definitely liked chilling at home better with Beca around and could really get used to having her over to beat him at video games when she's not tutoring him Algebra or making out with him or maybe someday watching movies with him.