Maybe she shouldn't have been so eager about agreeing to go to this wedding with Jesse.

Beca's travel bag was open on her bed and currently filled with underwear, toiletries and normal day clothes. The problem she had wasn't anything to do with going with Jesse, but lied with what to wear to the actual wedding.

Although she was only a guest, it was Jesse's brother who was getting hitched so she'd be in the family pictures and, she sure as hell wasn't leaving her permanent mark in a dress detailed with metal studs around the neckline that reminded Beca of how dark her clothing had actually been (her style had developed into one of a much less angry ball of alternativeness since Junior year).

Jesse's family were the type to overlook most things, accepting whatever made the person in question happy, but Beca doubted their lack of concern for their son if she looked like something from a poster that still hung on her bedroom wall back home.

At that thought her head began to spin. What if her and Jesse decided to go their separate ways after Barden? (Beca had taken a rain check the last time he brought it up, not quite ready to face the reality of life after three comfortable years knowing each other). They were both confident that it wouldn't lead to that.

Anyways, Jesse was willing to compromise on moving to L.A for Beca. He'd promised he would always be by her side and to him Beca was worth giving up New York for, hence the phone call he was awaiting from a company in California. She never liked the idea- in fact she hated it and a textbook, for some class she never participated in, took the brunt of her anger when it slammed into the wall above Fat Amy's bed. He didn't have to know about that. Not yet.

Beca tore through her closet, tossing dress after dress, in a vast array of colours into a pile on the floor. She let out a frustrated groan into her hands just as Fat Amy wandered into their room, a bag of popcorn tucked under her arm.

"Sup Shawshank, you trying to redecorate the floor because it's not looking too good?" She greeted in her Aussie accent dumping the bag on her bed and walking over to where Beca stood glaring at her clothes.

"I can't find anything good enough to wear to this wedding Saturday. Everything I own is either too reminiscent of an angry teen or just not suitable." She collapsed next to her bag and let out a deep sigh.

"Don't worry tits, Fat Amy's got this." She cracked her hands and dived into the wardrobe.

Meanwhile, Beca dug her phone out of her back pocket and sent a quick text to Jesse:

'Please tell me jeans are acceptable at a wedding x'

A moment later her phone buzzed and she opened his reply.

'Sadly no. Don't worry, you look good in anything babe x'

She smiled at the compliment but it did nothing to stop the worry at the back of her mind.

'The options at the moment are jeans, jeans or a dress with a huge ass hole in the side. Shopping? x'

'If I were you I'd reconsider the dress… ;) Give me five. Benji locked himself in his magic box and I'm looking for the key x'

She told him she'd see him in a minute and rose to her feet to tell Amy she was going shopping but when she slid her phone back in her pocket, the Australian was propped against her headboard, earphones in watching something on her laptop.

"Give up already?"

"You're right," she said popping another kernel in her mouth. "Nothing in there. Why do you own so much black?"

Beca rolled her eyes half-heartedly and picked up her leather jacket where she'd prepared it for packing on her pillow. She checked her wallet was in her pocket and pulled on a pair of ankle boots.

"The whole scary alt girl thing kind of has requirements." Fat Amy nodded too engrossed in whatever she was watching to talk.

Beca said a hasty goodbye when she felt her phone vibrate against her butt and made her way out to where Jesse stood leaning against the passenger door. His blue check shirt was half undone so his white t-shirt peeked from underneath and the way his black jeans slung low on his hips made Beca give a little tug on the restricting neck of her t-shirt. She made a mental note to sneakily buy him a beanie at some point during their shopping, reasoning whether it would make or break the look and if he would accept the offering.

He opened the car door for her as she approached and she ducked into the seat watching him jog over to his side. In one swift motion, the engine growled to life and they were turning off campus.

"So why didn't you ask one of the girls to come with you?" he wondered as he steered them onto the highway that led to the other side of town where the mall was located.

"I don't like the idea of your whole family seeing my boobs so Stacie was a no," She caught him shaking his head in disappointment out of the corner of her eye and playfully nudged his shoulder. "Chloe is all about patterns at the moment which I can't stand, and Amy… god I don't want to know what she'd pick."

Jesse laughed at her analysis of her friends' fashion and reached over to place a warm, comforting hand on her knee.

"Good job you've got a boyfriend with a great sense of style then." Beca made a sound in somewhat agreement doing another quick over of his outfit and turned the stereo up.

They settled into a comfortable silence, broken by an occasional hum or whisper of lyrics by Jesse, for the rest of the twenty minute journey to the mall listening to a CD Beca had made him as part of a birthday present last year. It was compiled of songs that reminded her of him and even included their song by Simple Minds, she serenaded him with at the ICCAS, as well as a few mixes of film soundtracks he'd begged her to make. Beca would be the last to admit it but she was turning into a softie, something Jesse loved to make fun of her for.

They came to a stop in the sea of cars and they made their way out of the sun that threatened temperatures close to ninety degrees.

Beca felt the rush of the air conditioning against her skin immediately as they entered the mall. The vaulted ceiling gave sight to three floors of what made her hands slick with nervous perspiration. Beca hated shopping and had spent many trips, where she'd been dragged by Stacie or Chloe, shuffling along behind them, whining like a spoilt child who wouldn't shut up until a frozen hazelnut coffee from Dunkin Donuts was safely in her grasp.

Putting her dislike for the convention aside, Beca grabbed Jesse's hand and guided him toward the first shop she saw with a dress in the window.