A/N: Hey, y'all! I hope everyone is staying safe and staying HOME! And to help with that here's chapter 2! I hope you guys like it! Enjoy :)

The next morning, Beca descended down the stairs into the kitchen where she followed the smell of coffee to the island. Emily and Jesse were seated there already, Beca having just heard part of their conversation.

" - then why are you blushing, hm?" Jesse teased, reaching over to poke Emily's cheeks, "You're as pale as Beca so you can't hide it."

Emily swatted his hand away, "Cut it out! I happen to have naturally rosey cheeks."

"Mhm." Jesse rolled his eyes, unconvinced. He looked up when Beca rounded the island, "She's risen!"

"Coffee first." Beca muttered. As if on autopilot, her hands reached for her mug and the coffee pot, her eyes barely open until the caffeine hit her tastebuds. With a content sigh, she turned back to them. "What're we talking about?"

Jesse grinned, "Emily's meeting Benji after school to work on their duet for her show at the end of the month. Sparks will fly. It'll be like in those movies when the main characters gaze into each others eyes and...the rest is history."

"Gross." Beca mumbled into her mug as she took another sip, her voice echoing. "You have a show at the end of the month?"

Emily nodded with a smile, "Yeah! If you guys aren't too busy I'd love for you two to be there." She knew Beca and Jesse regularly had their hands full with taking extra shifts at work, they were always exhausted. But knowing they're sitting in the audience would really help calm her nerves.

"Definitely, dude." Beca said, lightly nudging her sister's elbow with hers.

Jesse nodded, "Yeah, all jokes aside, we wouldn't miss it, Em."

Beca walked over to the fridge, where they had their calendar pinned up, and grabbed the dry erase marker, pulling off the cap with her teeth.

"So the 30th. What time?"

"At six." Emily said, watching Beca scribble the note into the box for the day of her show. She appreciated the effort Beca and Jesse put into making sure she didn't have the same experience they had when they were in high school. Arthur never attended one of Jesse's baseball games or parent teacher conferences to hear about Beca making the deans list. Not to mention their mother bailed when they were just kids but Emily doesn't really remember her. Maybe that was for the best.

"Alright. If it's on the calendar, it's a priority." Beca said, "Which reminds me," she tapped the marker against a box, "The electric bill is due at the end of the week."

"Way ahead of you." Jesse began, "I'm covering for Bumper this week at the shop. I should have the rest - or close to the rest - by Thursday."

"Nice." Beca grinned, "I'll see if Luke needs an extra set of hands with anything then we should be good."

Emily whipped around at the mention of their neighbor. Concerned, she bit her lip, "Not that he's not a great guy but he almost got you in trouble last time. Are you sure getting involved with him again is a good idea?"

Jesse nodded, biting the inside of his cheek, "Yeah, Bec. You're lucky the cops didn't trace that stolen car back to you."

Beca sighed, "That was an accident. Shit like that happens but he always has a Plan B."

Jesse snorted, "That dudes a player. Of course he always has a Plan B."

Emily scrunched up her nose, "Gross."

Beca laughed and took a moment to glance around the kitchen. She raised an eyebrow when she suddenly realized there wasn't the familiar snore coming from behind the dining table.

"Where's Arthur?"

"Breakfast of champions?" Gail asked as she draped the rag she was using to wipe down the counter over her shoulder, Arthur waltzing over to the bar with his usual grin plastered on his face.

"Gail, sweetheart, this is why you're my best friend - "

" - I'm not your best friend - "

" - We have this telepathic connection. You always know what I want." Arthur rambled, ignoring the stone cold gaze he was receiving from the bartender. He watched attentively as Gail poured beer into a glass, cracking an egg into it and sliding it across the bar until it slid into his grasp.

"Shouldn't that connection work both ways? What about what I want?" Gail winked, swatting the rag back onto the counter.

Arthur grinned into his glass, "And what would that be?"

"For you to pay last weeks tab." Gail deadpanned.

Arthur pressed his lips together, "It's a tab for a reason. Keep it open."

Gail shook her head. The door swung open and a blonde man in a denim jacket and ripped jeans walked in. His sunglasses resting on his defined cheekbones, his bleached teeth peaking from behind his smug smirk.

"Mornin', Gail."

Gail grinned and rolled her eyes, "What can I do for you, Luke."

Luke pulled off his sunglasses, hanging them on the dip of his v-neck. He leaned forward against the bar, crossing his foot over the other.

"Well I was...around and I thought to myself: how's my good friend Gail."

"Why does everyone think I'm their friend."

Luke smirked, "Oh, come on. We've gotten rather close. We do favors for one another. Our friendship is strong." His British accent thick in his words, licking his lips and grinning widely when Gail followed the action.

Gail let out a snort, "No, the drinks we've had together were strong. So cut the bullshit and tell me what you want." She wiped her hands and tossed the rag under the bar and into a bin. She leaned forward against the bar with her hands outstretched, resting on the edge.

Luke swayed from side to side, a mischievous twinkle in his eye that made Gail glare.

"I have a request." Luke said, lowering his voice when a few more people began to straggle inside the bar. "How do you feel about a stowaway in your next shipment?"

"Depends. What's my cut?"

"It's the same product as last time so I figure the same percentage. Ten percent."

Gail lulled her head to the side, "No one ever says no to a face like that, huh?"

Luke smiled brightly, "No, not really."

"My next shipment is on Wednesday. I'll give my guy the heads up that you'll be meeting him before then." Gail said, looking over at the end of the bar where she was being flagged down, "So do what you gotta do and do it well."

"Of course." Luke patted his hands on the counter before pushing himself off, "Always a pleasure, love." As he made his way towards the door, his phone began to vibrate in his pocket. He grinned at the name that appeared across his screen.

Arthur waved his empty glass, "How about a refill, Gail?"

"How about no, Arty."

Luke pushed the door open with his shoulder as he answered the call, "A bit early for a booty call, Becky."

"What? Ew, dude, no."

Luke chuckled as he walked over to his car, "Worth a shot. What's up?"

"Any chance you have a job for me this week?"

Luke climbed into his Jeep, smiling as the engine roared, "Becky, you have impeccable timing. I'll be in touch."

"Yo, yo, yo."

Jesse clasped his hand with his coworker's, pulling away with a snap, "What's up, Don?"

Donald stood up from his stool, extending his arms out to the sides as he gestured towards the motorcycle in front of him.

"This beauty, that's what. Some Ken doll looking dude came by. Said his bike was making, and I quote, 'a ch-ch-ch noise' while he was riding it the other day." Donald blinked, giving Jesse a blank stare to which Jesse rolled his eyes. "From the looks of it, it's just the spark plugs. They weren't giving enough spark to run the engine properly but that's a simple fix."

"Be sure to tell him that but make it sound way more complicated." Jesse said as he waved his hands in a circular motion.

"Obviously. He's coming back this afternoon." Donald tapped a finger against the engine before turning back to Jesse, "In the mean time, boss man has an appointment he wants us to take care of."

"What is it?"

"Flat tire at UC. It shouldn't take too long."

"This is ridiculous."

"Aubrey, calm down."

"Calm down?!" Aubrey exclaimed, "Who leaves a broken beer bottle in the parking lot? We're living with a bunch of savages. I hate it here."

Chloe rolled her eyes, "For the record, we could've dealt with this on our own had you not been stubborn to learn how to change a tire from when Tom offered. It's a basic life skill - what if we were on the freeway? There's netflix documentaries about girls like us hitchhiking and getting killed. I don't want to be a statistic, Bree!"

Aubrey gasped, "Oh, so it's my fault!? Well, where is the boyfriend of the year? Why am I wasting my time and money on a mechanic that's probably going to abuse the fact that we don't know any better?"

Chloe crossed her arms and scoffed, "He's...in class. I think."

"You think or you know?" Aubrey asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"It's noon so he should've been outta class by now but he hasn't texted me back."

Aubrey shook her head, "Like I said. Boyfriend of the year." Chloe reached over and swatted her arm. The blonde chuckled lightly and exhaled through her mouth with a groan. "If it's noon, the mechanic should've been here by now."

Chloe looked around until her eyes fell on a tow truck pulling up to the curb.

"Oh, I think that's him."

Jesse and Donald hopped out of the truck and walked down the hill towards Chloe and Aubrey. Jesse's boots stomped against the gravel, the tools in his toolbox rattled until he came to a stop in front of the Honda Civic.

"Posen?" Donald asked as he looked down at the appointment sheet on his clipboard.

Aubrey nodded, "Yes Aubrey Posen, and you are?"

"Donald. This is wannabe Bradley Cooper, aka Jesse Mitchell."

Jesse rolled his eyes, "Ignore him. I do."

Aubrey tilted her head and clicked her tongue, "I spoke to a David Hunt." She eyed them, taking notice of the way Jesse distractingly looked around while Donald yawned and flapped the clipboard against his thigh.

Jesse turned back to her and nodded, "Something came up so he sent us. But no worries, a flat tire is an easy fix."

"I told you." Chloe mumbled under her breath.

"If it's such an easy fix then why are you both here." Aubrey asked. Crossing her arms and waving the hand that held her phone in their direction.

Donald smirked, "You ask a lot of questions, Audrey." He bent down in front of the tire and cleared his throat before gesturing for Jesse to pass him the toolbox.

Aubrey glared, "Aubrey."

"Isn't that what I said?" Donald frowned. He averted his eyes and resumed to the task at hand. He placed the chock behind the rear left wheel then proceeded with the jack, raising the car.

Jesse nodded towards the vehicle, "How'd this happen anyway?"

"Some drunk asshole left a broken beer bottle on the ground." Aubrey recalled with an irritable tone laced in her words. She gritted her teeth and shook her head, still not believing her luck. Or lack there of.

"Do you ever smile, blondie?" Donald smirked, "It's what happy people do sometimes. It demonstrates optimism."

"I'm supposed to be studying for my microbiology exam right now. Optimistic isn't one of the feelings I want to demonstrate." Aubrey snapped. Chloe bit back a chuckle and gently rubbed her best friend's shoulder.

Donald leaned back and pointed the lug wrench up at her, "Microbiology? Is that like biology but with smaller things?"

Jesse bobbed his head from side to side.

"In a sense."

Aubrey blinked, "In a sense - ?" She shut her eyes and sighed, "Never mind. So how much longer is this going to take?"

Donald hummed to himself, "A few more minutes. You'll be able to study your small biology soon, don't worry."

While Aubrey bit back a veiled remark, Jesse felt his phone vibrate and reached into his pocket to answer it.

"Hey, Don. Beca's calling me. You're all good here, right?" Jesse asked as he began to walk back towards the curb. Chloe looked up at the mention of the familiar name, her mouth falling open with a question on the tip of her tongue. She averted her eyes because what are the chances that he's talking about the same Beca from last night. There's just no way...right?

Donald narrowed his eyes and looked over his shoulder.

"Considering it's been me down here then, yeah, I'm all good. But bring me the spare tire from the truck."

Chloe watched Jesse walk up towards the curb, trying her best to fixate her hearing in his direction but also trying not to look so conspicuous.

"Hey, Becs, what's up?" Jesse greeted, reaching in the back of the truck for the tire while his phone rested between his cheek and shoulder, "Um, okay - I'm finishing up here with Don but I'll meet you at Gail's after work. There's still some stuff I have to do at the shop...yeah I'm off at 7 so meet me there."

Chloe pursed her lips and once she heard him end the call and make his way back over to them, she turned her attention back to Aubrey who was leaning over Donald as he talked her through what he was doing. She couldn't ignore the thoughts rushing through her mind. Hoping that it was in fact the same Beca from last night. Maybe it was just innocent curiosity, the girl had a vibe that was just intriguing. And where's the crime in making new friends? Especially one that knew the area well, someone to show her the ropes in the way of Chicagoans. What other reason is there?

"Don. I'm meeting Beca at Gail's tonight after work. Wanna come?" Jesse asked once he approached them. Setting the tire up against the car.

Donald nodded, "Sounds like a plan. I'm there." He looked up at Aubrey and Chloe, who was staring blankly at her shoes. "You two should come. Gail's is a bar on the southside, kinda far from here but we can take you. We finish at 7...plenty of time to study for small biology until then."

Aubrey glared at him, "Absolutely not - "

Chloe interjected, placing her hands on Aubrey's arm.

"We'll be there."

Beca set her keys down on the dining table, shutting the backdoor behind her and narrowing her eyes when she noticed Arthur rummaging through their fridge and pulling out a beer.

"Who let you in?"

Arthur twisted the cap and flicked it into the sink, leaning back against the fridge, flailing the beer in the air as he spoke.

"Myself. This is my house."

"Yeah? When was the last time you paid a bill around here, Arty?" Beca scoffed. She walked over to stand beside him, staring him down while he fixated his gaze on her, squinting his eyes. She leaned back before lunging forward to snatch the beer from his hand, taking a long swig.

"Hey!"

Beca winked. She watched him reach back into the fridge and pull out another. Arthur touched the rim of the bottle to his bottom lip before extending his arm towards Beca who reached over to clink her bottle against his.

"So, listen." Beca began, "You were passed out on the floor last night. Again. Last week we found you streaking down the street."

Arthur licked the beer from his lips, "Your point?"

"My point is we have enough to deal with around here. We don't need a squatter. So help out, contribute like a functioning member of this family or leave."

"Leave?" Arthur sniggered, "Are you threatening me - "

"One more stunt, Arty, and you're out. You're barely here anyway, I'll just be giving you the final push." Beca pressed her lips together and shrugged, "Your choice."

Arthur pointed the rim of the bottle towards Beca and leaned against the fridge.

"This new color you're trying out? Doesn't suit you."

Beca grinned, "I'm nearly 21, dad. Jesse just turned 20. How long did you think we were going to let you keep this up?"

"Five more years?"

"Clean up your act or GFY, dad."

Arthur frowned, "GFY?"

"Go Fuck Yourself!"

A/N: Oh man, oh man!
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