Beca slept the whole way home, the festival escorts posted a notice through their door in the morning banning them from the activities so they decided to just go home. The only time Beca woke up was when Amy forced Jesse to go through the drive thru which resulted in Beca throwing up. Never get fast food when hung over.
As they left pretty late, due to them not waking up to gone noon from the previous nights activities, and Amy made them stop at 3 separate food chains on the way it was dark when they finally arrived home. Beca still felt shitty from the night before so she decided to just crash at Jesses.
'Do you want to call your dad?'
'No, he won't care.'
There was a slight silence between the two, they were in Jesses bed still fully clothed, Beca had worn sweats and a hoody for the car ride and they make pretty good self pitying pyjamas.
'Does it ever bother you?' Jesse was always first to break the silence.
'What?'
'Your parents.'
'Yes they bothers me, is there a point to this?'
'Well, it's just how you always make out how you don't care about your freedom and you joke about them not caring about you, but surely it must bother you.'
'Jesse I don't want to speak about this now, I'm tired. Can we just drop it?'
Beca rolled over as she pulled the duvet over her shoulder making a literal wall between the two. Jesse sighed and went to sleep also.
Jesse was shaken awake, he groaned and looked at the clock it read 1am.
'Why do you always have to bring up the deep conversations right before I go to sleep? It's annoying as hell and they keep me awake.'
'Sorry.' Jesse mumbled still trying to drag himself fully to the conscious.
'It does bother me that my parents are shit, especially when I come here and yours are so perfect and so Mr and Mrs America. I mean you practically have the perfect life. All you're missing is a fucking dog.'
'I don't want you to compare our families Beca.'
'No that's not the point I'm making, I'm trying to tell you that even though It sucked, I'm kind of thankful for it, like I've always had this theory that kids with really shitty parents end up being good parents, because I've always known what I my parents were doing wrong, and working class kids always end up being more grateful for things, because bourgeois pigs never appreciate what they have. Well anyway, this is how I always like functioned you know, and clearly you're an anomaly to this theory, but promise me, that if we were to ever have kids, we will teach them morals, and we will be the stupid protective parents who want to know every detail of their kids life and go to every parent teacher and every school play.'
'Promise.' Jesse mumbled as he pulled her in for a kiss.
'There's no way I can sleep now, I've slept all day.' Beca groaned.
'Let's go for an adventure!' Jesse practically jumped out of bed.
'It's dark we could get mugged.' Beca looked genuinely scared.
'I'll protect you.' This did not comfort Beca in any way. 'And we can drive.'
'Fine.' Beca laughed.
They put on some acceptable clothes and snuck out of the house, they walked through the living room to find Amy and Bumper passed out on the couch, one of them murmuring something about Bacon in their sleep.
They just drove around for a while talking about nothing, Beca mentioned how she wanted to get a new tattoo, Jesse spoke about a piano he saw and was trying to convince his parents to buy. They drove to the top of a hill and Jesse parked up.
'You're a movie nerd therefore you have this idea from a movie, therefore this situation is going to go one of two ways, you are either going to try and make a move on me as if this was make out point, or you're going to kill me.' Beca teased.
'Well it's defiantly not the first one, that's gross.' Jesse teased right back. 'But I guess you making movie references are super cute and adorable so I won't do the second one either.'
'You're so thoughtful.' Beca laughed.
'Can we maybe do the first one anyway, even if you do have cooties.'
'I don't know, you've been awfully mean to me recently Mr Swanson.'
'Hey, you're always mean to me.'
'Maybe my meanness is rubbing off on you, I'm such a bad influence.'
Jesse was directly in front of Beca's face now, they both had undone their seatbelts, they didn't want a repeat of what had happened the last time Jesse tried to kiss her in the car.
'That you are.' Jesse mumbled before closing the small distance between them. He may have got a little too excited and lent on the hand break making the car roll back. Beca flung herself back against the door as Jesse fumbled trying to put the car back into a stop.
'I think.' Beca said between gasps of relief and laughing. 'This is a sign, that we are not supposed to do anything dirty in this car.'
'Damn car and it's shitty morals.' Jesse teased.
They drove around again for a while, Beca had forgotten her ipod so they listened to Jesses, the nerdiest playlist there is. They had just finished singing along to the beach boys, Jesse getting way into his part and he can go extremely high on I get around. Beca was in fits of giggles, she blamed fatigue, it bought out the girly in her.
Jesse went to skip the next song but Beca stopped him.
'Wait, I actually know this one!'
'Beca Mitchell knows musical theatre?' Jesse gasped dramatically. 'Well I never!'
'Shut up.' Beca smiled and started to sing along with the music.
'Life upon the Wicked Stage aint ever what a girl supposes.
Stage door Jonnies aren't raging over you with gems and roses.
If you let a fellow hold your hand'
'Which means an extra beer or sandwhich.' Jesse pitched in, Beca shot him a look and continued.
'Everybody whispers aint her life a whirl.'
'Though you are warned against the rou-rey ruining your reputation,
I have played around the one night traders in the great big nations.
Wild old me who bring you jewels and stables.'
'Only live in Aesop's fables.'
'Life upon the wicked stage aint nothing for a girl.' Beca giggled.
'Though we've listened to you moan and plead you must pardon us if we do not believe you there is no doubt you're crazy about your awful stage.' Beca stuck her hand out dramatically in front of Jesses face.
'I'll admit it's fun to smear my face with paint,
causing everyone to think I'm what I aint.
And I like to play a demimonde role, with soul.
Ask the hero does he like the way I lure, when I play a hussy or a paramour.
But yet once the curtains down my life is pure.
And how I dread it.
Life upon the wicked stage.'
'Aint ever what a girl supposes.
'Stage door Jonnies aren't raging over you with gems and roses.
If some gentleman would talk with reason,
I would cancel all next season.
Life upon the wicked stage, aint nothing for a girl.'
Beca finished and took a mock bow.
'Wow, Bec, how did I not know how great you are at singing and how did I not realise you had a hidden theatre bug within you?'
'No theatre bug, it was a school play, we did show boat and I had to sing the song.'
'I bet you looked adorable.' Jesse teased.
'I looked gross, a massive puffy dress and I had crazy hair pulled into pigtails with bows, I can still remember the pain from combing my hair when it was that crazy.'
'Aww, little Beca was cute once.'
'Shut up, I'm always cute.'
'I guess.' Jesse winked before pulling her in for another kiss.