Beca peered outside the window, rubbing her sleeve over the glass, which had started to fog up. There, right on her stoop was a frazzled Jesse, trying to juggle a stack of movies in one hand and a bucket of popcorn and snacks in the other. Catching her eyes in his own, Jesse grinned, motioning for her to open the door. Unclasping the latch, she was quick enough to catch a packet of M&M's before it hurdled to the floor.

"So, you've decided to bribe me with sugar," she stated. He tossed his jacket onto the coat rack, pulling off his shoes one by one. "I thought it would be the best tactic," he responded, "Make her happy so she has less of a chance of shoving me out the door."

His response earned a little laugh from Beca as she popped an M&M in her mouth, saying, "Well, I think it's working."

"I am an amazing person and decided to bring you ALL of my favorites. They haven't left the house for years. I would only risk them getting injured for you. You should feel honored." Jesse fanned the DVDs out in his hands, displaying them like one of the models from Wheel of Fortune, "Let's see. We have Fight Club, Rocky, Titanic. Breakfast Club, obviously. I mean who in their right mind hasn't seen The Breakfast Club?"

In response, Beca scrunched her nose, diverting her gaze from his eyes, knowing perfectly well her little confession would hurt him so much more than any other normal person.

"No," he said in almost a whisper, like it actually pained him to utter the word, "You have to see it, Beca. It's a classic! You were deprived as a child, I swear. Anyone who remotely likes movies will love it." Beca didn't respond, staring intently at the nearly empty M&M packet in her hands.

With a gasp, Jesse moved his head so that they were staring each other in the eyes, "You do like movies? Tell me that, please Beca I'm begging you. Please tell me you grew out of that horrible stage when you were younger of hating movies."

She could've laughed if it wasn't for the fact that his eyes closely resembled those of a puppy, staring at her with an innocent sadness. He just look so injured! "Just play the movie, Jess. If anyone could make me watch a movie, it's you. It's always been you," she responded, sinking back into the couch, pulling one of his arms around her.

He leaned further back onto the leather, pulling her almost onto his lap whilst laying down. The titles began to play, after she mocked every trailer prior to them. He liked the feeling of hearing her melodic laugh ring out into the air. He swore her laugh could summon the same, magical birds that responded to Cinderella's early morning songs. Throughout the movie, she would make comments about the characters, trying to get a rise out of him. "So do you think at craft services they only served breakfast? I bet iHop's pancake sales increased, or even maybe school detentions." He just laughed along with her, trying to match her sarcasm with his own.

When she got bored, she would try to persuade him to end the movie. "C'mon, Jesse. I'll do anything you ask. Can we please just do something else, anything else. We could...umm...visit a gynecologist or relive my parents' divorce," she suggested. Other times she would just attempt to bombard him with candy, encouraging him to challenge her to a very serious popcorn catching game. "I swear I could do this," Beca said while opening her mouth, trying to position herself right where the flying kernel from Jesse's hand would land. The popcorn landed straight into her open mouth, making her grin with pride, "I told you."

Jesse didn't even care, well not too much, that she wasn't watching the movie. He was sure he would be able to weasel in another viewing at a future time. The minutes passed, Beca slowly getting less and less talkative. It was getting a bit late, but Jesse didn't have a care in the world. It was about fifteen minutes until the credits would begin to roll and Jesse was half-asleep as well. He blamed the sugar high.

Tracing his finger over her back, he couldn't think of another place he would have been happier. It was amazing they still meshed so well together, despite being apart for a decade. It was almost like they weren't just Beca and then Jesse; they were just as though they were kids once again. Beca and Jesse against the world.

By the time, the last credits rolled off the screen, Beca was out like a light. If he listened close enough, he could hear her soft breaths, continuing steadily. Her arm was wrapped around him and all her weight was on top of his body, but she was small enough that he hardly felt anything. It was hard to be the perfect gentleman he usually was; all he wanted to do was doze off with her on the couch, feeling the warmth of her body against his. Despite this momentary thought, he slowly brushed her arm off of him, shifting her body weight onto the couch and off of him. In one, swift movement, Jesse picked her up, bridal style.

He was careful not to wake her, going up the steps one by one to make sure she wouldn't come out of her slumber. Placing her on her bed, he pulled the covers up under her chin. Scribbling a note on the pad she had on her night table, he wrote, Even after all these years, you are by far my best and only movie buddy. -Your Nerd

Jesse took one last look at the sleeping girl before cleaning up the mess they had made and leaving to his own house. She looked so much younger when she was sleeping. Her soft features were prominent, not usually shown as a result of her sarcastic remarks that came with their own facial expressions. Chucking the last of the wrappers into the trash bin, Jesse locked the door behind him, knowing fully well that this was just one of many future movications.

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