A/N: I just have a lot of random snippets of Jesse/Beca life stewing in my head. sorrynotsorry.
It started out as an accident. How was he to know how easily startled she was? Really, it was cake walk when she had her headphones on. She probably couldn't hear the fire alarm go off if the building was burning down (actually, that was probably not a good thing). Though really, if he had the balls to scare her, those balls would probably be removed (she's threatened it on more than one occasion. He may or may not have deserved it).
Jesse discovered he absolutely loved scaring Beca. Like he said, the first time was an accident. He was zoned out, staring at his closet, probably trying to figure out where the hell his favorite t-shirt was (did Beca steal it again?) when she walked in. He wasn't trying to hide behind the closet door, but Beca made a circuit around his room and by the time he noticed she was there, he popped out from behind the door causing her to make this adorable squirrel-like squeak. Her arms flailed about for a couple seconds before she lost her balance and sat down on the floor.
Jesse stared at her with his eyes wide, a grin breaking out onto his face before he started laughing hysterically. "Jesus Christ, Jesse!" Her hand was on her heart, trying to calm herself down. Jesse laughed so hard he was clutching his stomach. He reached a hand down to help her up, but she sat there, crossing her arms and glaring.
"Dude, it was an accident, I swear. I wasn't trying to scare you." Well. That was the only time it was true.
It spiraled out of control soon after that.
He started hiding in his bathroom with the light off, crouching behind counters, hiding behind doors. He even went so far as crawling under his bed (it was a tight fit) and waiting till she walked up to grab her ankle. That one was probably the dumbest one. She managed to keep him stuck under the bed for some time after that.
Of course, this started a war. Jesse didn't startle at all, but he wasn't impervious to being pinched in the nipple. Which Beca thought was hilarious. The first time, she waited till he got out of the shower. He'd thrown his towel into the hamper and was walking towards his drawers to grab a pair of boxers. Beca walked up to him with a grin. Jesse thought he was about to have a lovely time with Beca. His smile was wiped away when her grin turned mischievous (he should've noticed that first) as she placed her hand on his chest. Then quickly reached over and tweaked his nipple.
The scream he let out was not one of his proudest moments.
The worst part was he never knew if she was trying to hug him or pinch him. At night, the palm resting oh-so-comfortably on his chest? Was she going to pinch him or not? Most nights, not at all. Beca would let enough time pass for him to let down his guard. And then. Then. The pinch.
He guess he deserved this war. It was, after all, his fault that she was currently throwing her pillow at him. Was it weird that the fear of getting a purple nurple was worth it? Because Beca really was hilarious when she flailed.
"You're such an ass!" Where was she getting all these pillows from?!
"I love you!" Jesse laughed as he caught the pillow. "And you have too many pillows."
"You're the one that pads the entire freaking bed with them to watch movies." Oh. Right. The pillows were his fault, too. "Just wait. I'll get you back."
And she did. The rest of the Bellas heard him scream from downstairs.
"You could give young-Mariah-Carey a run for her money with that pitch. Might even be able to break glass. And you said hitting that note in Since You Been Gone was hard. Apparently, you just needed some encouragement from Beca," Chloe said with a bright smile on her face.
Jesse glowered.
So sometimes the war resulted in some embarrassing moments.
Eh. He'd just get her back later.
