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On the eleventh day of Christmas my weirdo gave to me...
(the time to wrap) Eleven Stupid Presents
Beca wakes up the next morning under the warmth of Jesse's skin on hers. She shivers at the coldness that shrouds her once she sits up, trying to find her previously discarded pieces of clothing off the floor. She reaches over him, finds that her arms are too short and her (well, his) shirt is too far off the bed to reach. She grunts, snakes her body over his so that her stomach folded over his torso, only having her fingers reaching within mere centimeters from the cotton tee. Frustrated, she inches forward just a little more, so that her hip bones now balanced on his torso, just when she feels herself begin to tip over, ready to faceplant off the edge of his bed. She shrieks, then is suddenly caught by hands on her feet after nearly falling on her face off the bed. Jesse, half awake, begins to pull her back. She makes a quick grab for the shirt before she's fully back on the bed and back in his arms. She squirms to put the shirt on, still cold. He grunts and pulls her closer, making it harder for her to put the damn tee over her head.
"Jess?"
"Shhhh." He whispers, bringing a finger to his lips, allowing for her to successfully get her head and an arm into the shirt.
"Jesse"
He opens an eye, slightly annoyed. "Yes?"
She unwraps his arms around her, takes her own arm and pushes it through the remaining hole. She buries herself back into his body, trying to gather up all the warmth that she can.
"Are you cold?"
She looks up at his sleepy face and nods. He pulls the covers over their bodies, then holds her closer.
"Baby, it's cold outsi—" She slaps a hand over his mouth, failing to drown out the lyrics of the dreaded song he was belting out. "Shut the fuck up."
He starts laughing at an unamused Beca. "You're not even funny. Seriously, shut up, I need to sleep. It's only 6."
His laughter dies down as she falls back asleep, still annoyed, but with a small smile on her lips.
This time, Beca wakes up shivering from the cold, wondering where the hell the blanket was. She looks over and rolls her eyes at the sleeping boy next to her, who was all wrapped up and sleeping peacefully in a cocoon of blankets. Annoyed, she tries to pull the covers off him and onto her, failing miserably as he continued to doze off. She was super cold and didn't feel like putting up with such annoyances, so she repeatedly smacked his shoulder lightly. Groaning, he finally awakens, almost as annoyed as she was.
He murmurs what sounds like gibberish to her, making her frown. "Can't you share?"
He opens one eye, noticing how he was hogging all of the blankets. "Shit, sorry Becs." He apologizes, draping several blankets over her skin. He pulls her towards him and holds onto her tightly, instantly warming her up. She looks at his sleepy face and studies it. He was growing quite a bit of stubble, which Beca may or may not like. Sure, it scratched her skin whenever she kissed him, but it also looked great on him. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing softly so that she could feel it on her face. He was still without a shirt on, so no wonder he somehow hoarded all of the blankets over the past couple hours. She pulls out her phone from under a pillow, squinting at the harsh light that radiated out of it.
"What time do you have to be up?" She asks, yawning.
"Not now." He groggily replies, burying his face into her hair.
She checks her phone. "It's almost noon."
His eyes shoot open, then he heavily sighs. "Dammit, practice is at 1. What about you?"
"I gave the girls three days off. That unfortunately doesn't include me, though. We still have to rehearse the duet."
"We can do that tomorrow, okay? You can stay here, the guys won't mind. It'll be empty for a couple hours, but around 4:30, I have to take care of some concert business, so they might start pouring in by then. You deserve a day off."
She groans and digs her face deeply into a pillow. "Can we just not do the duet?"
"Nope."
After a brief pause, she pushes him off the bed, taking him by surprise.
"Oof!" She rolls over to see his back to the floor with a pained expression on his face. "You broke me, Beca Mitchell!"
She pouts mockingly at him. "Poor baby."
"I think I need medical help."
She rolls her eyes. "Yeah, you most definitely do."
This time, it was his time to roll his eyes. She chucks a pillow at his head, enjoying this. "You're so mean. Will you at least help me up?"
She extends a hand out to him and he gratefully takes it to heave himself off the floor. She watches as he pulls on some sweatpants and a shirt, still lazily lying on his bed.
"I have time for brunch, if you want." He offers, but she declines.
"That requires actually getting ready, and I don't plan on doing that for the next couple hours." She softly chuckles, making him grin.
"I'll go pick up something, then. What do you want?"
She shrugs. "Surprise me."
He gives her a devious smirk before opening the door. In came tumbling in a group of guys, obviously eavesdropping through the thin barrier. "What the fuck?"
"We heard a crash!" Kolio defends, only receiving a disapproving glare from Jesse. He mouthes an apology to Beca, who was giving the boys death glares from her spot next to him bed. "You're all idiots. All of you."
With an earbud in each ear, she lazily lays on Jesse's bed, her stomach round after eating chicken and waffles (God dammit, Swanson). She stays like that for ten minutes. Fifteen minutes. Twenty minutes. Eventually, thirty minutes pass by and she's still laying there, bored out of her mind. Normally, she'd be working on some mixes, but her laptop was all the way over at her dorm, and she was far too lazy to leave such a comfortable bed to get it. Suddenly, the music flowing into her ears gets replaced by her favorite mix she had recently made, and the Candy Crush she was playing somehow transformed into a drunk Chloe's face from Halloween of that year. She accepts the call.
"Hello?"
"Hey Beca! Are you busy?" The ginger asks, her voice cheery.
"Nope. Why?"
"I still need to go Christmas shopping, and was wondering if you wanted to join me?"
"Why can't you go with Aubrey?"
"She drove to Savannah to meet up with Noah."
Beca sighs. She should probably do a little Christmas shopping too. "Fine."
"Yay! I'll pick you up in an hour, okay? Are you at Jesse's?"
"What? How'd you know?"
"You got dropped off at the Treble house yesterday, duh."
"And you automatically assumed that I'd still be here?"
"Well, yeah. Why wouldn't you be? I'm not dumb. Is he there? Am I interrupting something?"
She gives up. There was no budging this woman. "I already said that I wasn't busy. He's at Trebles practice for a couple hours. I'll just see you soon, okay? Bye Chlo."
"Byeee!"
She hangs up on her best friend, groaning. Now she actually has to look presentable.
She figures she'll ask Chloe to drop her off at her place to get some clothes, but there was nothing wrong with getting ready at his place.
The mall they went to was huge, overwhelming Beca to the breaking point. There were so many people: so many employees offering store discounts; so many children screaming and crying and laughing; so many parents chasing them and telling them to stop or shut up. Chloe could tell it was overwhelming her, so they left to go to the main city square, which wasn't much different except that it was much calmer and open. Plus, there were the shops that Chloe liked, and there were the shops Beca liked. It was a win-win situation.
So far, Beca's gotten all nine of the Bellas gifts, plus a gift for Aubrey and Chloe (who picked it out herself). She had even made the choice to get each of her parents something decent this year; a brand new microwave for her mom (it was better for her to microwave then to actually use the stove) and a pair of moccasins for her dad to wear around campus. She wasn't quite sure of what to get Jesse quite yet. A movie? No, he probably owned all of them. A popcorn machine? She was pretty sure he owned one already. A flat screen TV for his room at the Treble house? Ha! Get real.
Maybe a couple pairs of boxers since she always stole his. Was that weird? She shrugged to herself and told Chloe she'd go off to do a little shopping on her own for a while, to which the ginger nodded and went back to finding her parents presents. Beca exits the store she was currently in and walked around the cute little square, looking for a store that looked like they sold sensible, yet stylish, men's clothing. While on her stroll, she spotted a mob of people outside, an odd sight to see anywhere. She ignores it, no matter how curious she was to know what was happening. She finds a little shop that sold nerd stuff, perfect for someone like Jesse. She spies a Star Wars snow globe and figures she'd get it for Benji (what are the chances that he'd already have it?). Unfortunately, they didn't sell geek boxers, so she left the store with just the snow globe. She gives up on finding boxers after deciding it was, indeed, weird.
Refusing to give up her search for the perfect gift, she walks around the square a little more and eventually finds herself at a little shop on the corner. To her amazement, there were movie posters everywhere. They were framed and displayed on the walls and on the floors, and the entire place smelled like popcorn. It was a movie lovers paradise.
"Are these real?" She asks a kind looking salesman.
He grins widely. "Oh yes. There are originals and some are in mint condition, even a couple signed ones. Any in particular you were looking for?"
Beca shakes her head, smiling at the helpful man. "I'm just looking for now. I'll find something eventually."
"Okay, well just let me know if you need any help!" He says before retreating to the back room, leaving her alone in the dusty old store. She walks around the hoards of posters, pausing every once and a while to examine a few familiar ones. Finally, she finds herself facing the following three movie posters: E.T., Jaws, and Jurassic Park; three of Jesse's favorites. With a hand on her chin, she kneels down to view them more closely.
"Stuck?"
She looks up to see a smiling old guy with glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. She wasn't sure whether he was creepy or adorable, but either way she wasn't going to leave without one of these posters. "Sort of." She admits, to which he rubs the tip of his nose with his wrinkly, old man fingers. Maybe he was the store owner?
"Is this a gift for someone in particular? Or is it something you'd like to take home yourself?" He asks, kneeling down next to her.
"It's for someone else. He's kind of a movie nerd." She smiles, imagining Jesse's face opening the present.
"Someone special, I take?"
This old man was seriously nosy. "He's not that special, but I guess you could say that."
"Say now, what's this fellow's name? Maybe I know him," He jokes, cracking a small smile from Beca.
She takes a deep breath, deciding to tell him. It's not like she'd ever see him again, anyways. "Jesse."
"Hey, I know a Jesse! A female though. Hmmm..." He examines the posters just like Beca, with a hand on his chin, "I think it all depends on what he likes. Aliens? Dinosaurs? Sharks?" He chuckles softly to himself.
"He's pretty into movie scores. I'm not a movie person, so this is a pretty tough decision." She sighs.
'Oh! In that case, you can narrow it down to two: E.T. or Jaws. Both fantastic scores, and they both won numerous academy awards, including best score."
With a careful eye, she looks at both posters, finally deciding. "I think I'll go with E.T. It'll match his room." She laughs, inwardly gagging at her latter comment.
"Great choice. He'll love it." He grins.
"Thanks. I didn't get your name?" She picks herself off the floor and extends a helping hand towards the generous old man.
He gratefully takes it and gives her a friendly shake. "It's Allan. And you are...?"
"Beca."
"Well, it was great meeting you, Beca. I'll be looking around some more. Maybe I'll run into you another time."
"Hopefully. Thanks Allan!" She smiles as he heads off to a different area of the store. She takes the framed poster and heaves it onto the counter, ringing the little bell. From the back room comes the previous employee she met earlier, a grin plastered on his face. "Did you find everything okay?"
She nods. "I did, with the help of the owner."
"The owner?" The employee asks, bewildered. She nods again, slowly this time. She watches as his eyes widen at something behind her, so she turns around and sees Allan there.
"Jeremy, will you come help me with something? Please?"
The boy nods enthusiastically. To Beca, it looked like he was in some sort of shock or something. "I'll just be right back, miss." He disappears and later reappears with an even larger grin on his face.
"Your total will be a hundred and fifty dollars, miss. Do you want us to wrap it? It's free."
She hands him her credit card. "Sure, why not?"
He swipes the card into the machine, and after she signs the screen, he hands her the receipt. "It'll just be a couple minutes. You're welcome to take a seat over there while you wait." He points to a bench next to the door, then disappears to the back room once more. She sits down and checks her phone to see that Chloe was waiting in the car for her. After what felt like forever, the employee comes out with the poster, all wrapped in silver wrapping paper. "Thank you! Happy holidays!"
Beca decides to get dropped off at the Treble house again, not wanting to go back to her dorm. While Jesse was gone, she wrapped eleven out of the fifteen gifts she bought. By the time he got back, she had run out of wrapping paper and gift bags, so she opted to making food with some of the guys who were there. Within just twenty minutes of being in the kitchen, Unicycle broke seven eggs trying to juggle (while on his unicycle), Michael accidentally cut his finger, and Benji somehow managed to make several ingredients disappear. All of this chaos for what?
A fucking sandwich.
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