It was a little funny to Jesse how Christmas had become a big deal in his family since Chloe became part of it. It was funny because his parents were very Jewish and very proud of their heritage and cultural background. Yet, both of them loved Chloe's extravagant Christmas parties and rightfully so. She threw the best parties. They were always fun, warm, and festive. What's not to love about them? He had yet to see a person not enjoy themselves at her Christmas party that welcomed friends and family.
"These are outstanding," Jesse exclaimed as he chewed one of the turkey meatballs. "What did you put in 'em?" he asked the redhead who was beaming at his reaction.
"I'll give you the recipe later," she told him. "Iris, sweetie, let your uncle breathe," Chloe then said to her daughter who had her arms wrapped around Jesse's leg.
"It's okay, Chloe," Jesse assured, smiling at the little girl who had grown so much, it was so hard to believe she's three-years-old. Time seemed to going way too fast altogether. He liked to think that having a busy life made it seem that way and that time wasn't speeding up or anything. However, whenever he'd see his niece, he'd get a reminder that time really was going by.
"She just misses her favorite uncle," he said.
"Yeah, we all miss her favorite uncle, you know?" Chloe told him as she playfully punched his shoulder. "I get that you have a life and all but you can call once in a while."
"I know," he sighed. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "I've just been really busy with work." It wasn't all really work per se. He had actual work that was in itself time consuming and he loved every second of it but he was also doing a favor for Amber. He'd invested in her bistro when she was starting out and helped her out with bookkeeping given his experience working as financial analyst. Once her project got on its feet, he took a step back and served as a financial adviser. Her bistro had grown a lot in the past year and so did the responsibilities. He had a lot of financial advising to do and he didn't mind. Amber worked really hard and he was proud of her. He was happy to help out even if it meant he was stretched pretty thin.
"We know you're super busy." Adam rolled his eyes overhearing his brother as he wrapped an arm around Chloe from behind. "That's what happens when you try to do everything and anything at the same time."
"I think I'm managing alright actually," Jesse disagreed.
"Yeah, that's why we only hear from once every blue moon," Adam deadpanned.
It was Jesse's turn to roll his eyes because his brother was just as busy of a person and shouldn't be giving him shit for barely keeping touch the past few months.
"I'm gonna go grab a drink," Jesse decided as he picked up Iris to hold her in his arms.
"Now you've upset him. What's wrong with you?" He could hear Chloe say to Adam as he was walking away. Jesse wouldn't say he's upset but he didn't want to engage in the conversation anymore. Besides, he wanted to mingle a little.
"Uncle Jesse," Iris called, bringing a smile to his face because she had trouble pronouncing the j right. It sounded more like a y. He knew it was a matter of time before she learned how to say his name properly which would be yet another reminder that she was growing up.
"Yes, sweetie." He placed a peck on her cheek.
"I petted a cat like your cat today," she recounted.
"Oh, really?"
"Mommy and me were in the kitchen and he came and sat in the window and meowed. Mommy gived it milk and I petted him."
"That is awesome, Iris," Jesse beamed at the little girl before he looked behind her, thinking he'd seen a familiar face. "My god," he muttered and began walking towards said face to confirm his guess. He put Iris down when she began wiggling in his arms wanting to go to her mother. "Hi," Jesse greeted as he stopped walking once he reached her and was certain that it was Beca Mitchell.
"Hey," Beca said back.
He extended an arm and pulled her in half a hug. "I didn't expect to see you here," he said. "How have you been?" he asked, pulling away.
"Alright." She shrugged. "You?"
"I've been pretty alright, too." He paused for a second. It had been a minute since he'd last seen her. "You graduated last year, right?"
"Yeah," she affirmed.
"And, living the dream, I hope?"
"Yup. I'm a record producer," she smiled.
"Nice," he beamed.
"What about you?" she asked. "Last time I checked you were trying you trying your hands at playwriting?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "I finished it. I'm financing the project, I already have a crew and currently getting the cast together," he let her know. "I've gotten into film production, too. Produced a few indie films these past couple of years. I also invested in hospitality when Amber opened a bistro."
"That is awesome, man!" she was excited for him. "You're like an actual businessman."
"Yeah, I guess I am," he chuckled.
"Chloe didn't mention that you're coming," he noted.
He knew she and Chloe became really good friends after spending one summer in Australia.
"Well, it was kinda last minute. I wasn't gonna come but then had some change in plans and here I am."
"Did you come alone?" he looked around them, hoping to see another familiar face.
"Benji's my plus one. He went to get us drinks."
"Oh, cool," he said. He and Benji actually kept in touch. They didn't get to hang out much given how busy Jesse's life had been but they were friends online and occasionally chatted. "It's really nice seeing you, Beca."
He remembered the last time he'd seen her. It was at the car wash the Bellas threw. It felt like forever ago when it was roughly three years ago. He hadn't heard from her since and hadn't tried to contact her either because that day made him realize that he wasn't over her at that point despite the fact that they didn't speak to each other for a month. They did the sensible thing and cut each other off completely since the car wash. They were supposed to get back in touch once they no longer had feelings for each other yet neither one of them reached out to the other, which was fine. Life happened. He got busy with work. He was sure she had as busy of a life. It was pretty normal to lose touch.
"You, too," she smiled.
"Benji!" Jesse exclaimed when Benji joined them, holding a couple of glasses of champagne in his hands.
"Hey, Jesse," Benji said in response as he was handing Beca a glass of champagne. "It's so good to see you."
"I'm gonna be in New York these next few months, we should hang out," Jesse suggested, knowing that Benji had moved there after college from what he'd seen on his social media accounts.
"Yeah, yeah, I'd love to," Benji nodded. "Beca's moving there, too, we can all hang out," he said.
"You're moving to New York?" Jesse tilted his head to look at Beca who forgot to mention it when she was telling him what she'd been up to. But then again she barely told him anything about herself.
"Yeah, I got an offer from a label there," she informed.
"That is awesome, Beca!" he exclaimed. "You're gonna kick ass so bad over there," he confidently said.
"Thanks, man." She took a sip of champagne before pulling her phone from her pocket. "Excuse me," she said before walking away to answer the phone. "Sup, Cowboy?" she mumbled, picking up.
Jesse followed her with his eyes until she stepped out of the house then looked back at Benji.
When Benji left to use the bathroom, Jesse realized that Beca had been outside for a good thirty minutes. She went to take a call and hadn't gotten back inside. He decided to go check up on her.
Beca was staring at the sky when he was closing the door behind him. "Everything alright?" he asked.
"Yeah," she replied, titling her head to look at him. "I just needed some air."
"I see," he mumbled, stuffing his hands in his pockets once he was standing next to her. The sky was pitch black when he looked up. "So, you excited for New York?"
"Well, yeah," she replied with a shrug.
He didn't believe her and she didn't even try to hide her lack of excitement.
"Can interest you in some kush?" he wondered, instead of asking her what's up with her. Beca was clearly upset over something. He felt the need to do something about it. Weed seemed like a good start.
"Yes," she answered. "So, how's Amber? I didn't see her in there," she said as he patted the pockets of his jacket looking for the joint he had on him.
"She's fine." He shrugged. "She's spending Christmas at her sister's place in Ohio." He brought the joint to his lips and proceeded to light it.
"You didn't go with her because that place is a shithole, of course," she half-joked.
"I see your feelings about Ohio haven't changed," he noted, handing her the joint.
"And they never will." She accepted the joint from him.
He shook his head in amusement.
"Tell me about how you got into film production," she requested.
"A friend from college, Donald, told me he's looking for producers. I read the script and I loved it," he started to say. "It wasn't a calculated risk by any means but I took a chance and it worked. The film was a moderate success and got picked up by a distribution company. I've collaborated with Donald since."
"Nice," Beca said. "Is he gonna be directing the play you've written, too?"
"Yeah," Jesse nodded. "I'm pretty excited about the play 'cause it's a musical. It's taken me three years to finish it and like be satisfied with the finished product."
"Are you guys holding up auditions for the roles or like making offers to actors, how does it work?" she asked.
"We're holding up auditions," he answered. "Why, are you interested?" he wanted to know.
"No," she chuckled. "I think Benji would be interested, though. I mean it's the reason he moved to New York. It took a lot of encouraging but he's finally seriously trying to get on Broadway."
"He'll get there. His voice is fantastic," Jesse thoughtfully said as he thought of which character Benji could play and realized that both he and Beca would be perfect for the lead roles. "You both should audition, you know?"
"Both of us?" she echoed in confusion.
"Yeah," he nodded. "I mean you do have a background in musical theater."
"I did theater in high school, Jesse. That hardly counts," she snorted.
"No, I'm serious, Beca," he insisted. "I wrote the thing and I know you'd nail the female lead's part."
"Thank you but I think I'm gonna stick to what I'm good at."
He frowned a little at the tone of her voice and the way she phrased her words. Sticking to a career because you're good at it wasn't a good reason. He knew she loved making music so he figured he was overthinking her demeanor. "You never know, Beca. Acting could be your true calling after all. I thought I'd be a composer but look at me now. I went from being a financial analyst, which I'm pretty good at, to film producer/play-writer/composer/investor and I'm finally happy with my career."
"I'm happy with my career, too," she told him. "It's going exactly how I wanted for the longest time. I mean, I thought I'd end up in L.A. but the music scene in New York is pretty dope, too." She handed him the joint as she looked away to blow the smoke away.
"Fair enough," he mumbled, bringing the joint to his lips. "Wait, it's Christmas why aren't at your grandma's?" he asked.
"I'm headed up there tomorrow," she informed him.
"Driving or flying?" he wondered.
"Driving," she answered. "And from there I'm gonna drive to New York."
"You're not doing on your own, I hope. Because that's a lot of driving to do all by yourself especially in winter. It's snowing up north. You could get caught in a snow storm."
"Benji and Amy are tagging along," she let him know. "And, we're gonna make stops along the way."
"That sounds like a lot of fun. Amy lives in New York, too, right?"
"Yeah." She nodded. "She and Benji moved there around the same time. They're roommates actually."
"Will you be moving in with them?"
"Yup. Until I find a decent place, their couch will be my bed."
"Nice," he chuckled. "You're gonna like living in New York, Becs," he confidently said.
"Will I though? It's overly romanticized in movies and tv shows but I've been to New York. It's ridiculously expensive and crowded."
"It is expensive and crowded but it's also very rich in culture. You just got used to living a small town, Becs, don't let the quietness and cheapness of Barden affect your judgement of the big apple."
"Well, I took a job there. I'm gonna be living in New York for at least a year. So, we'll see."
"You don't sound too stoked about the new job," he noted at last.
"It's not the job itself that I'm not excited about." She paused to take a drag from the joint. "It's just that I hate that I had to choose between my ex- and my job."
"I'm sorry to hear that." He was in her position once and he regretted putting a relationship over his career aspirations. "For how long were you together?" he hesitantly asked.
"A year and a half," she informed.
He nodded to himself—Beca was in a committed relationship which was good to know, given the fact that she ended things between them because she wasn't ready to date. He was glad to hear that she figured things out and wasn't afraid of commitment anymore.
"It's a hard decision that you made but who knows, Becs. Maybe life takes him to New York and things work out between you two," he optimistically said.
"Highly doubt that'll ever happen," she deadpanned. "'Cause you know, life is not a movie and stuff like that don't normally happen in real life." She smiled curtly at him. "Real life is all about sucking it up and moving on."
"True but you really don't know what life has in stores for you. For all we know he could pull some grand gesture and show up at your doorstep."
She grimaced in response.
"I genuinely think that it's very plausible."
"And then what?" she asked. "They never show what happens after the grand gesture in movies," she said. "I mean, in mine and my ex-'s case, it would mean that he's hypothetically thrown away the farm his grandparents left him and that he's very excited about to come live in a city where he's got no job—A city where he's got nothing really."
"He'd have you, though," he pointed out to which she rolled her eyes.
"Come on, Jesse. You know that's not enough for a relationship to work. Besides, I know him and I know that he wouldn't be happy living a big city. It wouldn't be fair to him. And, soon or later we'd part ways except it wouldn't be amicable."
"I don't see or hear from you in three years and now you're all grown up and mature," he said. "Damn, Beca."
His words earned a chuckle which caused him to frown. "What?"
"Nothing," she mumbled, shaking her head. "it's great seeing you, dude."
"You, too," he beamed at her.
They finished the joint and went back inside, heading straight to the buffet because they both got the munchies.
"You have got to try the meatballs. They're so good," he was saying as he placed some in his plate.
"Okay," Beca nodded stepping closer to serve herself meatballs.
"Your hair smells nice," he noted.
She looked up and had a weird look on her face.
"Thanks," she slowly said.
"What is it? Strawberry?"
"Yeah, it's the same shampoo I've been using since I was like sixteen."
"Well, smells really nice." He proceeded to take a deep breath.
"Stop sniffing me, weirdo." She playfully elbowed him.
"Hey, where's Benji?" Jesse wondered, looking around him. Benji didn't have the best social skills and was Beca's plus one. He practically knew no one at the party.
"Oh, there he is," Jesse mumbled, spotting Benji. "He's with cousin Emma."
"He seems less tense than I recall him to be," Jesse noted.
"Yeah. Amy bullied him into curing his social anxiety," Beca deadpanned, following his gaze.
"That's concerning."
"Well, to be fair, it wasn't really that." She paused. "She just knew how force him into chilling out." She paused again. "That didn't sound better, did it?"
Jesse shook his head.
"What matter is that he's not an anxious mess around strangers anymore and it's mostly thanks to Amy and her questionable methods," Beca finally said. "I mean some credits goes to him for actually wanting and trying to get out of his shell." She took a bite from one of the meatballs. "This is great," she told Jesse as soon as soon as she swallowed it.
"I know right!"
With their plates full, Jesse and Beca sat down on a couch in the living room where they continued catching up.
"He's so big now," Beca noted when Jesse showed her a picture of his cat Thororea.
"Yeah, he's hella chunky. I left him at my parents' house while traveling and they overfed him. I put him on a diet as soon as I got home. He's way slimmer now." He swept through the pictures to show her a more recent one of his cat.
"Oh, look at all that extra skin! He looks like a saggy ballsack."
"Hey, he's been through a lot. We don't need you judging his excess skin."
"I'm not judging. I'm just saying what he looks like." She shrugged.
"Well, I'd appreciate it if you don't say that to his face. He's very self-conscious about his skin," he told her, cracking a smile when she rolled her eyes at him.
She looked at her own cellphone when it chimed with a text.
"Wait. Is that your baby sister?" Jesse wondered, his eyes falling on her phone's locker screen.
Beca nodded. "Gracie."
"Aw, she's adorable," Jesse coed, eyeing the photo of Beca and her little sister. "God, you two look alike," he noted, "Minus the eye color." Beca had blue eyes while her sister had brown ones.
"Yeah, it's weird," Beca snorted. "I get asked if she's mine a lot when I'm hanging out with her," she let him know as she unlocked the screen to answer the text message that she received from fat Amy.
"I can see why people would assume. I mean, you two do have the same mother and share facial features." He shrugged. "Do you have any more pictures of Gracie?" he wanted to know.
She nodded and proceeded to show him a bunch of photos she had of her little sister.
Beca was swiping through pictures when one caught his attention. "Hold up," he said, reaching over and swiping left. "Pete is your ex?" his question was rhetorical. It was pretty obvious that he was her significant other mainly because he was kissing her on the head while he had one arm wrapped around her.
"Eh, yeah."
"I distinctly remember you saying that you didn't like him."
"I didn't. I had feelings for you, remember?" she said as if to jog his memory. "We were friends for like a year before we started dating. And believe it or not, I was the one that made the first move."
He didn't like the tone of her voice as she fixated on the picture in her phone. He felt bad for asking in the first place. They had just broken up. She was heartbroken despite how well she hid it.
He considered changing the topic but then wondered if she'd like to talk about it. "Do you wanna talk about it?" he found himself asking.
"What is there to talk about?" She shrugged. "He's great. I miss him. I'm probably gonna miss him for a while. Then, I'll miss him less and less every day until I don't anymore."
He rubbed her back, unsure what to say in response.
"I should delete this, right?" she asked.
"Not if you don't want to, No," he said. "You could delete it from your phone now. But if I were you, I'd keep it in the cloud. I'd delete inappropriate pictures but not this kind. These are sweet memories." He smiled a little eyeing the smiles they were both were sporting in the pictures.
She was quiet for a few seconds before she tapped on the trash icon to delete the picture. "I'm gonna get a drink," she mumbled, locking her phone and getting up.
"What's the play about?" Beca asked as they lounged in the living room, both high and slightly drunk.
"Cupid falls for a girl while trying to help her find love," he answered.
"Well, that's creative," she said in response.
"I know the premise is out there," he acknowledged. "But it's really good. Trust me. I worked really hard on it."
"How would that work on stage?" she wondered. "Will you like give the actor wings and a bow and arrow?" she questioned in amusement.
"I don't know yet. That's out of my area of expertise," he truthfully said. "But one thing I know is that it's gonna be great."
"You're awfully confident. Aren't you a little worried that it wouldn't work out and that people would hate?"
"No, not really. I know what I'm about, Beca." He shrugged.
"Wow, your ego definitely got bigger than what it used and you've already had a big ego to start with."
"It's not ego as much as it is belief in one's self. I put my heart and soul into creating this musical and I genuinely think it's really good." He brought his drink to his lips
"Have you recorded demos of the songs? I wanna hear them."
"I don't have any demos but I have recorded myself singing them on the piano," he mumbled as he pulled his phone from his pocket to show her.
"Shouldn't you have demos recorded to make it easier for the actors to memorize the songs, though?" she wondered, watching him pat his pockets before he pulled earphones.
"You're right," he said, picking up his drink once he handed her his phone as well as earphones. "I guess, I just thought I'd work directly with the cast and just teach them the songs myself."
They spent the rest of the evening going over the songs and discussing them. Jesse almost forgot how fun it was to talk to Beca about music. She was so passionate and freaking knowledgeable about it. She offered some really good insight on things he hadn't thought about. He might end up making slight changes based on her feedback.
"Hey, Beca," he called as she was getting ready to leave. "I think I'm gonna go ahead and record demos for the songs," he told her.
"Oh, cool." She adjusted her scarf once she wrapped it around her neck.
"Would you be interested in producing them?" he wondered.
His question took her by surprise. "Um, sure, yeah. I'd love to."
"Great. We'll be in touch then," he smiled.
She smiled back before she looked at Benji who was making his way to her, having grabbed his coat from the closet. "I'm gonna go say goodbye to Chloe and be right back," she told him.
"Okay," Benji nodded while trying to button his coat.
"You're really drunk right now," Jesse realized.
"Yeah," Benji laughed. "I underestimated how strong whiskey is."
"Well, Beca is pretty high and also had a few drinks... so neither one of you should be driving," he noted. He cut himself off once he started slurring and switched to water because he didn't want to wake up hungover the next day.
Jesse sighed, reaching over to button Benji's coat for him before he grabbed his own.
"You're leaving?" Beca asked once she came back and found Jesse in the process of pulling a beanie over his head.
"I'm driving you two because neither one of you should get behind the wheel."
"I can drive," she assured.
He loved the fact that she really thought so. However, it only takes one good look at her to notice that she's high.
"Not tonight, you can't," he mumbled. "Keys, please," he smiled, extending his hand.
"Well, how will you get to your house once you drive us to my place?" she questioned. "You'd be leaving your own car here which is like two hours away from where you live."
"I'll either take your car and drive it back to you in the morning or I'll just walk home and come over and get my car." He grinned at her when she gave him a pointed look. "I'll figure something out. Don't worry about me."
"Okay, fine," she said at last, stuffing her hand inside her bag and pulling her keys. "Thank you but you really don't have to."
"I know. After you." He gestured at the door once he unlocked it.
Benji passed out on the drive to Beca's place and wouldn't wake up when they tried to get him to get up. So, Jesse wrapped Benji's arm around him and helped get him to Beca's apartment. "There you go, buddy," Jesse was saying as he sat Benji down on the couch.
Beca went to the kitchenette and came back holding a glass of water. "You're gonna be miserable tomorrow and it's a long drive, Benji." She sat down, facing him, on the coffee table. "Here, drink this."
Benji grumbled something in response before he flopped down on the couch, face first.
"Where's the bathroom?" Jesse wondered.
"Over there." She pointed at the bathroom before shifting her attention back to Benji.
"Okay, thanks."
"Dude, come, on." Jesse heard Beca say as he began making his way towards the bathroom.
When he came back, Beca was setting up the coffee machine. "Beca, he's already out," Jesse told her because he could hear Benji snoring.
"It's for me," she told him.
"Why do you wanna drink coffee in the middle of the night?" he wondered in confusion.
"I have to finish packing. I wasn't planning on staying that long at Chloe and Adam's party. I still have to finish packing up. I'm giving my landlord the key tomorrow at nine," she informed.
"How can I help?" he asked.
"Go home, Jesse," she sighed.
"No, seriously, Beca, I wanna help. I have nothing planned for tomorrow." He shrugged. "I can sleep 'till none." He placed his coat on the counter. "Stop looking at me like that and tell me where to start," he then said.
"I guess, you could go ahead and finish packing the tableware," she told him, caving in.
"Tableware, okay." He nodded. "Boxes?"
"Behind you."
He got cracking and didn't stop until everything was neatly packed. And apart from her clothes, tableware, music collection, and a few frames, she wasn't going to take anything with her to New York so loading the car the next day wouldn't take much effort.
She told him her father was going to take care of selling everything she didn't want to keep and that she's donated a lot of things that packing made her realize she didn't need. So, she was traveling light.
Jesse went to wash his face, feeling sleepy around the time they finished packing which was at 3:15am. "Jesse, you should just spend the night over," Beca said when he grabbed his coat. "You're tired and shouldn't be driving," she pointed out as she looked through a backpack of hers.
"That's a lot of weed," he exclaimed when she pulled a bag full of weed and placed it on the counter.
"I'm getting a migraine as we speak and I've had far too much coffee so there's no way I'm falling asleep." She scratched her head after emptying the content of her backpack on the counter. "Do you have any rolling paper by some chance?"
"I don't," he replied.
"Fuck," she swore.
He walked to the fridge and looked for a fruit or a vegetable he could make a bong out of and found a carrot. "Do you have a screwdriver?" he wondered, already walking towards the box in which he had packed her tableware to look for a knife.
"Uh, yes. Why?" She was rubbing her temples as she spoke.
"I'm gonna make you a pipe," he let her know.
She looked through one of the boxes and handed him the screwdriver then watched him make a carrot pipe.
"Here, you go," he handed it over along then leaned against the counter and eyed her as she carefully placed some weed then bring the carrot to her lips.
"Looks like you're smoking a cigar," Jesse chuckled to himself.
"Thank you," she said once she blew the smoke away.
"You're welcome." He thought about it for a second then shook his head when she held the carrot-pipe his way. "So, where am I supposed to sleep? 'Couch is taken." He rubbed his pretty tired eyes.
"We can share the bed," she said with a shrug before she left him standing in the kitchenette to go wash her makeup off and brush her teeth.
"Is it weird that I don't find this awkward at all?" Beca asked, laying down on her side and facing Jesse who was staring at the ceiling.
"Nope," he answered, tilting his head. "You're too high to feel awkward." He smiled a little at the grin his words brought to her face. She smoked so much pot before bed, he was surprised her smoke detector didn't go off.
"Since when do you get migraines?" he found himself wondering.
She shrugged. "I think I've been getting migraines ever since I was like seventeen, it's just that they weren't this bad. For some reason, they became unbearable these past few months."
"Maybe you're having some sight issues, have you considered making a trip to the eye doctor?"
"My sight is perfectly fine," she yawned. "It's just my brain fucking with me, dude."
"Sure," he chuckled. "Well, try not to smoke too much. It's bad for your lungs."
"I know. Don't worry about me. I don't get migraines every day. And, even if I did, I know better than to smoke my lungs away." Even as high as she was, she sounded level-headed just then and he believed her.
He woke up roughly 4 hours later when Amy walked into the room , "Rise and shine, BM," she said in sing-song, walking straight to the windows and drawing the curtains to let sunlight into the room. "Jesse?" she called in confusion once she saw him.
"Hey, Amy," he cleared his throat.
"What are you doing here?" she bluntly asked.
"Ran into Beca and Benji at a party. I ended up driving them here because they both weren't sober enough, or at all in Benji's case. It was too late so I just slept over."
Amy nodded at his words. "It's been so long, mate. How have you been?" she wondered.
"I've been alright." He rubbed his eyes and sat up. "You?"
"I have been excellent," she replied, moving to sit down on the edge of the bed as Jesse was climbing out bed and reaching for his shirt that he took off before going to sleep. "Yo, Beca. Get up!" she said in a loud enough voice to wake her friend up.
"I'm awake," Beca muttered.
"I brought donuts for breakfast and I can't promise you that I'd leave any for you if you don't get up," she let her know, smiling when Beca sat up.
"Did you get them before or after you got your smoothie," Beca sleepily asked.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Amy said in response and quickly got up.
"Yeah, you do." She stifled a yawn.
As soon as Fat Amy exited the room, Beca laid back and pulled the duvet over her head, making Jesse laugh.
"Beca, it's eight am. You need get up and get ready." He bent to grab his shoes once he finished buttoning his shirt and pulling his sweater over his head.
"I'm so tired," she grumbled.
"I know," he sighed. "It's all that pot you smoked a few hours ago."
"Shut up, grandpa," she muttered.
"How are you gonna travel with all that weed between states?" he found himself asking, sitting down to wear his shoes.
"I'm gonna shove it up my vagina," she told him and he couldn't tell if she was joking or not. "It's nature's pocket," she added and sat up, resting her weight on her elbows. "Man, the look on your face," she said in amusement. "I'm not gonna take any with me across states. I'll buy weed when I get to New York," she told him before she proceeded to stretch.
"Can I buy the stuff you won't take with you?" he wanted to know.
"You can have it for free. Consider it a thank you for everything you did last night."
"Beca, I only did what any friend would do," he stated.
"Yeah, but we're not friends anymore," she smiled curtly at him.
"We're still friends. We just haven't seen each other in years," he argued to which she rolled her eyes. "Which is gonna change, you know?" he added. "I'm gonna be in New York a lot. We're gonna hang out. It's gonna be fun."
"Can't wait," she deadpanned, climbing out of the bed.