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"I can't believe you didn't let me pay for the dress." Jesse huffed stuffing his free hand in his jean pocket as they climbed the stairs in the Bella's house up to Beca and Fat Amy's room.

"I let you pay for dinner didn't I?" Beca grumbled holding onto the bannister like her life depended on it. "Speaking of which, don't let me have the double bacon burger again. Force me to choose something that won't make me feel like my insides are on fire." He supressed a laugh and took her arm, hauling her up the last two stairs. "Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"What's wrong? Eyes too big for your stomach" There was a lack of concern in his voice that made it hard for her to resist punching his arm.

"I will purposely puke on you." She warned and he dropped her arm like he just touched acid.

Beca took the last two steps slowly and linked her arm with Jesse's for support when they reached the top. He opened her bedroom door and immediately slammed it shut.

"What did you do that for?" She looked up at Jesse who just stared back at her with startled eyes.

"Uhh… you don't want to know. Let's go back to mine." Ignoring him, Beca opened the door a crack but somehow she felt like she'd seen too much.

"Not again." She moaned at the sight of Bumper and Amy in an extremely compromising position.

"This happens often?"

"More than I'd like to admit." Beca took a deep breath. "Jesse, close your eyes." He covered them with his hand straight away, catching onto what she was about to do. Beca must have kicked the door because he heard the sound of it banging against its hinges. "BUMPER ALLEN, YOU HAVE FIFTEEN SECONDS TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS ROOM BEFORE I COME OVER THERE AND CUT YOUR BALLS OFF!"

Jesse heard a muffled 'Shit sorry' and the sound of clothes being hastily pulled on. He peaked through his fingers then (he wasn't weird or anything, but he'd shared a hot tub at least once with Bumper before) and noticed Fat Amy was wearing a robe that looks uncannily like Beca's and he cringed. Bumper, still pulling up his pants, fell onto the floor as his foot got caught in the pant leg.

"BUMPER I SWEAR TO GOD!" Beca began again, hands still over her eyes obviously (and sadly) used to walking in on this… situation.

The ex-treble freed is foot and brushed Jesse's shoulder as he ran for the door, slamming it behind him.

Beca uncovered her eyes, smiling proudly at her work. "If I have to walk in on that again, you're going in with Stacie." Amy gave a curt nod in understanding and gestured toward the door.

"I'm just going to…uhh… you know, go." She tightened the robe on her waist and made her way to the door.

When she'd gone and the door was locked (Beca now wasn't in the mood for any of the girls to come in asking after their shopping trip) Beca kicked off her shoes angrily and flopped down on the bed. Jesse picked up the bag containing her dress from where she'd dropped it by his feet and placed it inside the overnight one she was packing on her bed.

"How do you put up with that?" Jesse asked, lying next to her on the much more reasonable sized bed compared to her old dorm one they struggled to share for the last two years.

"You don't want to know." Her hand went to her eyes tiredly and as if on cue, she let out a huge yawn. Jesse slid his arm beneath her head as a makeshift pillow and Beca moved closer against his chest, snuggling deeper into his warmth. They lay there quietly; Jesse scanning all the pictures Beca had stuck to her wall as her breaths deepened.

The photos started halfway up the wall (even standing on her tip toes and the bed, Beca was still too short to reach anywhere near the top) and progressed down in chronological order. His eyes followed the order, the first picture was a group selfie of the Bella's at the ICCAS taken by Chloe who stood at the front next to Aubrey, Stacie posed tall at the back with an arm draped lazily over Cynthia Rose's shoulders, Lily was on the right behind Fat Amy who pouted in an attempt to be sexy. Jessica and Ashley smiled sweetly at the camera behind Beca who crossed her arms stubbornly across her chest in an attempt to be menacing but there was the tiniest of half smiles that had the power to sweep away all of her scariness (at least to Jesse it did).

His heart always did this thing in his chest whenever he remembers that night; the night of their first kiss. The setup had been perfect with Beca serenading him on stage in front of a large crowd of people, including her dad, and then they kissed. And, God, was it magical. Jesse joked when they broke apart that he could've sworn he heard fireworks and she smacked his arm before placing a final kiss to his cheek and taking a seat behind him to watch the rest of the competition perform.

The majority of the pictures were candids of her at parties surrounded by friends or selfies taken by various members of the group. He doesn't remember when Beca became particularly sentimental because he knew it always lingered deep down in her somewhere, but there was a Polaroid bang centre in the middle of the collage that captured the moment he first truly noticed it.

It was taken sophomore year. Beca was still doting her ear spike and profusion of various other ear piercings whereas Jesse had decided to grow his hair out, thinking it was a good idea. In the photo, it didn't look much different to how he wore it now, but by spring break it was curling around his ears like it did when he was a kid.

They were sprawled lazily on the quad with Chloe and Stacie who had joined them in the pleasant mid-day sun. Beca's head rested on Jesse's thigh, her body between his legs and he absentmindedly toyed with the ends of her hair.

Stacie was attempting a tan, her top rolled up to the bottom of her bra and a pair of hot pants loose around her hips. She would occasionally engage in conversation with them both but had more to talk about with Chloe who was only there as it was an opportunity to test out her new Polaroid camera.

Beca was reading because since she'd decided to stay at Barden (as much as L.A was her dream, she could put it off for a bit longer) her studies had become a bit more important to her.

"Beca," she made a noise in acknowledgement. "Why did you get all these tattoos?" it was a completely out of the blue question and Beca raised a suspicious eyebrow at a page she was having trouble understanding.

"What do you mean?"

"Well don't people normally get tattoos that mean something or are you so much of a rebel that you just got random designs to show your machismo?" His fingers traced a particular design through her vest top that he knew the location of.

"Some of them have meaning and some don't I guess." She closed her book and sat up extending her right arm in his direction. "This bow was just something I saw and thought it would look nice whereas this one," she tapped her left shoulder blade, "that's for my gran."

"Can I?" he asked, hands poised over her shoulder.

"Sure."

He pulled back the soft cotton and blew out a slow breath in appreciation. The design was of two roses, one slightly bigger than the other, their stems bound in ribbon. It was a neat tattoo, about the size of his hand if he were to spray his fingers wide.

"She died when I was fourteen just before dad left, I think that was one of his last straws you know, her not being there." Jesse covered it up again and she turned to face him fully.

"So, you're sentimental." He teased, knowing how Beca didn't like to dwell on tough subjects.

"And you're a jerk." She laughed creeping closer to him, all efforts at trying to recover her grades out the window.

"A jerk? That's a new one." His hands went to her waist as she shuffled even closer.

"Suits you well." Beca whispered, closing the distance between them more. Their heads were mere centimetres apart and she knew he'd try to kiss her so she held his chin where it was in her firm grip. "I don't think jerks deserve kisses from sweet sentimental alt girls."

"Really? Is that a rule?" Beca nodded her head and pressed a laugh against the back of her teeth. "Maybe we can be the ones to change that then…" Jesse took her lips in his in a fleeting kiss, ending it as soon as he'd started it.

"Weirdo." She smiled at him but didn't get the chance to kiss him back because a perky red head was shouting "SMILE" somewhere in the distance and a flash went off in their eyes.

"Seriously Chloe?"

"Ah fuck, my eyes."

"Stop moaning, you two look adorable." She took the photo from where it appeared out of a slot in the camera and waved it about in the cool breeze. "See!" she thrust the small picture at Beca who reluctantly took it from the bouncing girl.

Beca had to admit (although she'd never say it in front of Jesse or Chloe) that they did look adorable. They were smiling at each other like a pair of love sick teens, which they kind of were, and Beca groaned because she had this façade she had to keep up.

"I hate you." She said to Chloe who was on her stomach trying to take a picture of a butterfly that had landed on Beca's book.

"You wish you did sweetie."

The picture served as a bookmark to that stupid book for a fair few weeks before it was taped to the inside of her clear phone case, before rightfully earning itself a position centre stage in her montage of moments.

She could be sentimental…sometimes.

A/N: Hi again, I hope you enjoyed this part. A little bit of Fat Amy and Bumper for you as well as a look back to Sophomore year. I know some people are really wanting to get to the wedding so it's in the next part. As always any reviews, favourites and follows count as secret Jeca kisses we knew they had but weren't in PP2 ) Thanks for reading!