"She's not coming, Amy!" Jesse paced up and down the counter, anxiously running his fingers though his hair. "I told you she's not coming!"
"just calm the fuck down!" Fat Amy barked, smacking his chest and he jumped back, glaring at her.
"This was your stupid idea, don't know how you talked me into inviting her-"
"You sent her like forty fliers! Girl's gonna get a restraining order!"
Benji trotted over, passing Jesse a red solo cup of lemonade.
"I can't believe you're actually running a lemonade stand", Fat Amy said to him, rolling her eyes.
"I can't believe you have a date!" Bumper bellowed.
Benji blushed red, his whole body radiating heat. "Have you officially met Emily?"
"No, we have no officially. Met. Emily". Bumper glared at him. "So the video store weirdo has a name! she's been hanging around here so much we should have been fucking introduced weeks ago".
(The only girls that ever came into the store were Beca and Fat Amy. The only people that came into the store were Beca and Fat Amy- there were more people in the store than there ever had seen before.)
"Hi, I'm Emily", the tall brunette said, extending a hand towards Jesse.
"Hi Emily", Jesse almost laughed.
"She's a bit of a giraffe", Fat Amy said gruffly. "But you've done good Benji boy".
"Alright, this looks to be about everyone". Bumper looked around. "Let's get this show on the road!"
"There is literally one extra person here".
"And Beca's not here yet".
"I told you she wasn't coming!"
"Jesse, make a speech".
"What the fuck, I'm not making a speech!" he protested. "I see you people every day, there's no need for me to make a speech. The only difference between this and an ordinary movie night is that we're here and not at my apartment".
"Jesse, make a frickin' speech". Fat Amy glared at him.
"I'm not making-"
"Make a fucking speech!" she all but shrieked and Jesse flinched.
"Alright, alright, I'll make a fucking speech". He cleared his throat. "Thank you for hanging around, I see all of you literally every day. Except for you Emily and its lovely to officially meet you. Benji, you've done good, bud".
Fat Amy punched his arm and he flinched.
"Alright, someone just press play".
Jesse couldn't focus. He knew the film by heart and could say the script alongside the actors on the screen, but he couldn't focus.
It didn't feel right watching their movie without Beca.
"Hey Swanson", a familiar voice said quietly, and Jesse snapped his head around to find Beca smiling at him. "Budge up".
"You're here!" Jesse said, trying to downplay his excitement as Beca slid onto the lounge beside him.
"I told Fat Amy I'd be here like a week ago". She raised an eyebrow at him and he exhaled, trying not to laugh.
"That stone-cold bitch".
"That she is", she agreed, glancing across the room. "What the fuck are they doing?"
Fat Amy and Bumper were sharing a beanbag. And a blanket.
"Oh I don't even want to unpack that bag of tricks tonight", Jesse groaned. "What the fuck? Fat Amy and Bumper? That's an imagine I'll never ever be able to get out of my head".
"Thank you for inviting me". She held out the crumpled flier. "I got like forty of these".
"Well, I wanted to make sure you'd come". He shrugged. "Thank you for coming".
"Thank you for inviting me".
"Where's Donald?" he said after a beat.
She laughed. "After the debacle at the funeral… well, Donald isn't around anymore. I've been staying with Fat Amy".
"The fuck-"
"Stone cold bitch", she nodded, almost laughing. "The Breakfast Club, nice. How'd you convince everyone else?"
"They wanted a movie night- I'd only agree if they let me choose the movie". He shrugged. "and I haven't watched The Breakfast Club in a while".
It was their movie. It was the first movie they'd watched together, nestled together on their well-worn couch. Beca hadn't made it all the way through, but he'd woken her for the ending.
"Beca, I miss you", he blurted out. It wasn't the first time he'd said it, and he was sure it wouldn't be the last. He was sick of it- he wanted Beca at home, where she belonged. They were Beca and Jesse. They were Jeca (he hated that name and hated the fact that Benji had ever said it).
"I miss you too", she said quietly, and he leaned back on the couch.
The movie was almost over. Their movie- the one he had convinced her to love, the only movie he had convinced her to love (and he had tried so hard).
"Jesse".
"Beca?" he said hopefully.
"I made a list of all your faults", Beca said and Jesse bit back a chuckle, not sure if she was joking or serious. "It was quite detailed and lengthy too- and when I read it through I missed you. You're- you're like a classic Eagles song. You just can't help but sing along. Even though it sometimes gets annoying too".
He laughed. "I miss you Beca. Its lonely without you at home. And I love him, but Benji isn't nearly as good company as you are".
"I don't know much Jesse, but I know I want to be wherever I can wake up and see you there next to me". She looked down at her hands, at her chipped nail polish and picked over cuticles. "Jesse, I want to come home".
"Beca, come home", he almost begged.
"I wanna come home", she whispered back, learning against him. "I wanna come home".
"Come home". He wrapped his arms around her and as Judd Nelson punched his fist into the air, she slammed her lips against his, a grin creeping onto her face. He wrapped his arms around her and she smiled against his mouth.
"I'm coming home".