Why did I do this to myself? Beca wondered as she stepped inside the elevator, sweat dripping from her forehead. She felt gross and couldn't wait to get under the shower. She went out for a run and regretted it and how she thought she could do a 60 minutes run and be okay after it.

Unlocking the door, she could hear talking from the living area along with the noises of a video game.

"Hey, Becs," Jesse greeted her when she came into the living area. Sam was sitting on his lap, she babbled hey while grinning at Beca.

"What's up?" Donald had his eyes fixated on the TV screen, playing Call of duty.

"Hi. Nothing much, Donald, I'm just dying," she shrugged.

"How was the run?" he looked back at the TV.

"Never again," she walked to the kitchen.

"You don't mean that," He chuckled,

She gulped down a bottle of water before she made her way to her room.

"I'm gonna order pizza do you guys want me to order for you too?" she hollered from her bedroom.

"Yeah," Jesse answer, "Two pepperoni, large, please."

She placed the order then went to her bathroom and ran the water before she made her way to living area.

"Here's the money in case I was still in the shower when the pizza gets delivered, which is very likely," Beca tapped Jesse shoulder with a 20 dollars bill between her fingers.

"I got it covered," he glanced at her.

"Dude, eyes on the game," Donald nudged him.

Beca dropped the bill then made her way back to her room for a much needed shower.

"Eyes on the game, Don," Jesse said when Donald tilted his head and followed Beca with his eyes.

"Why aren't you tapping that?" he asked as he looked back at the screen.

"Because Beca and I are friends," Jesse answered curtly.

"Ask her out then," Donald casually suggested.

"No," Jesse replied.

"Right, I forgot you're still having me time,"

"I don't want to date, what's wrong with that?"

"Nothing," Donald paused the game then turned to Jesse, "Hear that," he jerked his head toward Beca's room, "You could be with her showering," Donald glanced down at Sam, "And doing grown up things," he added.

Jesse snorted at his words.

"Yeah, well she was clear about not wanting to get involved either, and I don't want to risk ruining my friendship with her because I find her insanely hot,"

"So, you do admit you like her,"

"I never said I didn't," Jesse shrugged, "but, again, it's not a good enough reason mess what we have,"

"Yeah, well friends don't usually want to bone each other,"

"We do," Jesse resumed the game,

"We?" Donald paused it.

"Jesus, Donald, could we please keep playing and go back to talking about how batman cheated to beat superman?"

"No, not until you explain why you and your roommate are a we?"

"I'm not talking about this anymore… now let's play," Jesse pressed resume.

When Beca was out of the shower, she couldn't wait to get some food in her, she was starved. She got dressed in a hurry and dried her hair with a towel then got out of her room.

She saw two pizza boxes on the coffee table and paced to the kitchen where she found pizza she ordered for herself with the 20 $ bill on the box.

Beca planned on paying Jesse back but after she ate. She took a seat on a stool and opened the pizza box.

Taking the first bite, she moaned closing her eyes.

"Are you having a food-gasm?" Jesse's voice came from behind.

"So good," she mumbled.

"How many miles did you run?" He made his way to the fridge and pulled a couple of beers.

"Like 8," she said after swallowing,

"You sure eating back the calories you burned is a good idea?" he took off the cap from one of the beers and brought it to his mouth

She shrugged.

"Okay," he chuckled as he made is way out of the kitchen.

"Wait," she turned to him and grabbed the bill, "You didn't have to pay for me," she shook it.

"I know," he smiled at her then turned on his heels.

"Beca your phone is ringing," Jesse hollered from living area.

"Okay," she replied then jumped off the stool with the last slice of pizza in her hand.

Jesse watched her as she walked to her room and almost got killed in the game. And, when she walked out he looked away again and got killed.

"Great job, asshole!" Donald tossed the controller on the coffee table.

"Baby in the room, language," Jesse lightly punched him before looking up at Beca. "Bec, what's up?" he asked noting the very shocked look on her face.

"My boss was on the phone, he just told me that my song, that got realsed yesterday as the first single of the album, is number one on the billboard."

"That is amazing, Beca." Jesse sat Sam to his side then jumped from his seat and pulled her in a hug. "Congrats," he grinned as she pulled away just enough to meet his gaze.

"Thanks," she smiled.

He unwrapped his arms from around her and cupped her face. "This is huge and calls for celebration." His grin matched the look in his eyes, he was happy for her.

She nodded and watched him as he leaned in and pecked her lips. It happened so quick, that Jesse didn't realize he kissed her until she looked at him in shock when he pulled away.

"Um," Beca stepped back.

Jesse stuttered but nothing came out of his mouth to explain himself.

"Excuse me," Beca paced to her room with her hand on her lips.

"What was that?" Donald asked when Jesse turned to him.

"I don't know," Jesse blew a breath then jumped on the couch. Sam used his shoulder to stand up then threw herself in his arms.

"Well, I'm gonna get going," Donald got on his feet.

"What? Why?" Jesse watched as he got his things.

"Because you just kissed your roommate and you should go clear things up with her,"

Jesse rested his head on the couch and groaned.

"I'll see you around," Donald said.

"Okay," Jesse nodded as he hugged his daughter who was giving him openmouthed kisses.

After Donald closed the door behind him, Jesse sat up. He decided to clean up the mess they made, and buy time for himself before he went and talked to Beca.

"Bec?" Jesse knocked on her bedroom door. When she didn't answer to her name he peeped inside. She was asleep so he pulled the door to him and walked away.

He played with Sam for a while then let her play on her own while he did some composing.

Every once in a while, he'd glance at Beca's room, he didn't know how to explain himself so he settled for simply apologizing.

He took Sam out with him to clear his mind and on his way back he went to a taco bell drive thru and got Tacos.

Jesse put his daughter to bed then grabbed the Tacos he bought along with a bottle of champagne and made his way to Beca's room.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked.

"Come on in," she answered.

Jesse pushed the already opened door open, "I brought these because we're celebrating, not 'cause I kissed you for which I apologize,"

"Apology accepted," she answered without looking up from the photos album she was going through, "You just took me by surprise," she shrugged.

"I took me by surprise," he watched her as she patted on the bed inviting him to sit after she made room for him by scooting to the right.

"How does success feel?" he asked, taking a seat.

"Great," she finally looked up from the album.

He poured them a couple of glass then handed her one, "What are you doing, going through that?"

"This is gonna sound silly," she took a sip from the champagne, "But I like going through this and if I didn't feel like shit by the end of it reassures me,"

"Reassures you?" he frowned.

"Yeah, like, I'm not lying to myself, I'm actually over him," she nodded at a picture of Crispin then looked back at Jesse who was eyeing her with a smile on his lips, "I know it's silly," she shrugged.

"It's not," he disagreed, placing his glass on the nightstand. "You run went in vain," he chuckled handing her a taco.

"Eh," she took it from him and bit into it.

"We should go run together sometimes," he pulled the album and placed it on his lap.

"And bitch about everything the whole time?" she mumbled.

"Yep," he nodded as he turned the page. When his eyes fell on a picture of Beca in a bathing suit at the beach, he whistled, "You're hot," he blurred out, "Where was this?" he tapped his finger.

"Caribbean," she answered before swallowing, "I don't remember most of our stay there,"

"You look like were having fun,"

"I was." she nodded. "It was a wild week."

They finished eating the tacos he bought and stopped drinking champagne because they couldn't risk waking up hungover on a work day. And because they didn't want to do anything that they'd regret, which neither of them said out loud.

As they laid on the bed, half asleep, listening to what was on Beca's IPod on shuffle, Jesse sat up and paused the music. "I've been wanting to show you something I composed earlier. It's a first draft so don't make fun of me if it's bad," he pulled a piece of paper from his back pocket.

"I won't make fun of you," she promised.

Jesse pulled his cellphone and loaded a piano app.

"Due to limited resources I'm gonna use an app," he informed her.

"God, you're cheap," she sighed.

"I'm not cheap, I just have other things to invest money in," he shrugged, "Now shut up, and listen,"

She nodded then sat up.

She watched him as he played the piece he wrote and was amazed by how beautiful it was.

"That was beautiful, Jesse," she said in awe.

"Thanks," he folded the piece of paper and stuffed it back in his pocket then played the music from her IPod.

"You're really talented," she laid back on the bed.

"I wouldn't go that far," he laid back himself.

"You're selling yourself short,"

"Bec, I played it for you because you were the inspiration behind it, not to get a speech on how I should follow my dreams,"

She was about to lash out at him then replayed what he said in her mind, "I what?"

"Yeah, I'm not gonna lie, you inspired me," he shrugged then laid on his back and looked at the ceiling to avoid eye contact.

Glancing at the time, he saw that it was 10:20 pm. "I should let you go to sleep," he sat up.

"I don't mind you staying longer," she casually said, and hoped he wouldn't leave.

"You want me to stay?" he arched an eyebrow.

"Don't change my words, I said I don't mind you staying longer," she said defensively.

"Okay," he chuckled then laid back, facing her.

"So, you've been single for like a year now, what's the bright side and dowers of single life?" he asked her.

"Well, let's see… I don't have to attend boring ass functions… I can spend the weekend at home in my sweatpants."

"Crispin is an extrovert?"

"YES," She sighed. "Um, I have more time for my friends… No more awkward dinner's at his folks' place,"

"And the downers?"

"The dowers are depressing and I'd rather not say them out loud," she sighed.

"I know what you mean," he exhaled, "Like for instant, and I know it's stupid, I miss feeling of having someone fall asleep in my arms, someone that isn't my 9 months and a half old daughter,"

"That's not stupid, that's just sad… and what's sadder is that I can relate,"

"And holding casual hookups to sleep is awkward as fuck,"

"It's the worst," she laughed.

Jesse smiled eyeing her, "You have a nice laugh,"

"And, you have nice smile," she said rolled her eyes before she sat up. "Um, Jesse I have something I've been wanting to ask you, and you can totally ignore my request, because it's weird,"

"What is it?" he sat up,

"Could you please shave your stubble," she asked while looking straight ahead, "How can I put this? Um, it's distracting and I want to scratch it so bad,"

"Okay, I'll shave tomorrow," he shrugged.

"Thanks," she tilted her head.

"You can scratch it if you want, I don't mind,"

She hesitantly reached over and gently scratched it, "You have no idea how distracting it is,"

"I can imagine… hey Bec,"

"Mmhm?" she removed her hand from his cheek.

"Would you mind if I held you? As lonely ass single people, I think we should stand by each other. And hold each other to sleep,"

She kept eyeing him as he talked.

"Or, not," he shrugged, "Forget about it, it's pretty weird,"

"It's hard to find something that isn't weird with us," she sighed then moved closer to him and laid down.

He wrapped her in his arms as she rested her head against his chest, "This feels good, thanks," he placed a kiss on her head.

It felt great to be held, but she refrained from telling him and just closed her eyes then chuckled.

"What?" Jesse asked, his eyes were closed as he rested his cheek on her head.

"What are we doing?" she wondered.

"I don't know how to answer that," he said after a beat.

"Jesse?"

"Yes?"

"Why did you kiss me?" she asked as she snuggled up to him.

"I don't know," he answered.

"I think you do, but you don't want to say it out loud," she yawned.

"What is it?" his voice was above a whisper.

"The thing is, I don't wanna say it out loud either," she shrugged and felt him place a kiss on her forehead and looked up.

"Do you really wanna be friends with me?" she asked as she stared at his lips.

He shook his head, "Best friends," he smiled.

"And/or lovers," she finished for him then leaned up and kissed him, it took him by surprise but he returned her kiss.

"Stroke my hair," she pulled away to say these words then resumed kissing him when he nodded and started to stroke her hair.

They kept kissing until he pulled away and sat up.

"What's wrong?" she asked watching him run his fingers through his hair.

"Um," he rubbed his forehead, "Politics," he looked up, "So much politics," He paused to take a deep breath, "Why did you do that?"

"Because it's what you want and I honestly think it's just like my itch to touch your face. We scratch it so that we can move on,"

"What do you mean?" he arched an eyebrow.

"Jesus, Jesse. You are gonna make me say it, aren't you?" She sighed, "You want to fuck me and I want the same thing, let's have sex and get it over with. It's exhausting to ignore this," she gestured between them, "Too much sexual tension. For fucks sake, your stubble turns me on," she admitted it.

"It does?"

"Yeah!" she nodded, "And I can feel it when you stare at my chest, which is quite ferequent—let's just get this over with,"

"What if it ruins our friendship?" he asked.

"We had sex before and we managed to build a friendship, I sure this won't change shit,"

"It's your first ground rule," he reminded her.

"Well, we'll just bend that rule—do you want to have sex or not?"

"God, yes," he climbed on top of her.

"We just have sex to stop wanting each other, it doesn't change where I stand on dating,"

"I don't want to date either," he shrugged, "This is just to stop the sexual tension," he leaned in.

"Yep," she nodded. "It's a onetime kinda thing," she said against his lips, making him chuckle.

"That's what you said last time," he pecked her lips.

"Well, I mean it, Jesse, don't get sentimental on me," she warned.

"I get it," he assured her.

"Good," she smiled, "Um, could you turn off the lights?" she asked.

"Why?" he said in puzzlement.

"Trust me, you don't want to remember how I look naked," she rested her weight on her elbows.

He eyed her for a few seconds then nodded. "Good point," he got off her and made his way to the light switch. "I'm gonna go get some condoms," he said then paced to his room.

Walking back to her room he stood by the doorway and exhaled before taking off his sweatshirt and folded it then put it on a chair.

"You're really weird, you know that?"

"You make sure to remind me, every now and then," he shrugged then climbed on the bed.

"Jesse the lights," he rolled his eyes then jumped off the bed.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, I do that," she took off her t-shirt and threw it his way. "If we want this to work I don't need to have a mental picture of how you look naked, and neither do you," she explained.

"I get," he turned the lights off, "You just look great naked," he made his way back to the bed.

"Thanks,"

The room was dark, but she could make out his shape, "I'd say the same, but I don't really remember how you look naked, it's kind of a blur," she shrugged.

"That's understandable," he took off his jeans before climbing on the bed. "We're doing this, huh?"

"Yep," she exhaled feeling him climb on top off her.

AN:

You, people, are very motivating and it's great to spend my free time writing this, but I'm gonna take a break to focus on school, which means no more rapid fire updates.

I have a very addictive personality, and if I keep my focus on finishing this story my grades will get affected. It's gonna be hard to ignore the urge to keep going with the story, but then again it's my future... Anyway, thank you all for your kind and motivating words, until next time.