Jesse and Luke were eating breakfast, the next morning.
"Man, how was she?"
"Well," Jesse trailed off. "Short, brown hair.."
"Oh, I love brunettes" Luke smiled. Jesse rolled his eyes.
"British accent.."
"Yuck" Luke shook his head.
"Dude, you're British!" Jesse laughed.
"Yeah, that's why I can't date British girls! They don't think my accent is sexy!"
"Well, okay. But she's on my hook, then!"
"I thought you were done with girls" Donald came and patted Jesse on the shoulder.
"Yeah, but that was before she came" He scoffed.
"Dude, you don't know her yet!" Donald laughed.
"Yeah, but she didn't freak out when she saw me, at least" Jesse shrugged.
"Go and knock on her door, now"
"I don't know man.." Jesse fiddled with his spoon.
"Too nervous, pussy?" Donald teased.
"Fine!" Jesse put his hands up in defense. "But, do you have anything that would impress her, Luke? Something...British"
"Just ask her if she wants to eat Scotch egg with you" He scoffed.
"Luke, seriously, scotch egg?"
"Yeah, it's early morning you know" He smirked.
"FINE" Jesse groaned and jumped off the chair. He took on his blue shirt. He unbuttoned it lower and looked in the mirror. "Nope" Jesse shook his head and buttoned it higher.
He huffed and walked out; he knocked on the red door. The brunette opened the door with frizzy hair. "Hi" She whispered.
"Hey, uhm, we met last night..if you remember" He smiled.
She nodded slowly. He leaned on the door and gave her a charming smile. She raised an eyebrow.
"So, do you want to eat Scotch egg?" He smirked.
She chuckled, "What about pancakes?" She said with an American accent.
"Oh" Jesse stunned. "I thought you were-"
"I like using British accent when I'm delivering thing to strangers" She smirked.
"I'm so sorry" He laughed.
"And I'm Beca"
He beamed.
"So," Beca muttered. "Could you please tell me your name, its awkward enough"
"Jesse, Jesse Swanson"
"Holy fuck"
"Yeah, you can get an autograph and a cd" He rolled his eyes.
"What, uhm, no? What the fuck?"
"What?" He frowned.
"High school! Beca Mitchell, we sat in history class together," She laughed.
"Yeah, until you sat down next to Renate Carville?" He said insulted.
"Sorry, but you freaked me out!" She put her hands up in defense.
"How?"
"Don't you remember? 'Oh my god, this is like a movie, in the end, we're going to be lovers and stuff' !" She raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah but.."
"And, when you crashed on me and my books fell on the floor, you just stood there and said 'Hey, this is like a movie I've seen! Usually the boy helps the girl, though'" She scowled.
"I'm a loud thinker, okay?"
Beca looked down at her food and chuckled. "If I remembered you, I would have closed the door before you could say anything" She smirked.
"Well, you were unrecognizable without the black thing around your eyes"
Beca rolled her eyes, "Well, my dad made me a journalist, voila" She smiled.
"Gosh, I remember you used to whine about music" He said with big eyes.
Beca smiled. "Now" Beca stood up. "Get the hell out of here" She smiled.
"What?"
"I gotta go to job now" She laughed.
20:12
"Uhm, tomorrow?" Jesse swallowed. "Okay bye," He hung up.
"SHIT" He laid down on the couch. Donald sat down next to him and nudged him, "What's up?"
"I'm going to introduce my fiancé to my parents tomorrow"
"Your fiancé, who?"
"No one! I made it up, remember, you were there?" He groaned.
"Oh shit.." Donald whispered.
"What am I gonna do?"
"Find one?"
"Wow, that's easy to say. But a girl is not randomly going to knock on the door when I need it" He sighed. Someone knocked on the door, "OH GOD, WHAT NOW" Jesse opened up the door and found Beca reading a letter.
"God…it happened again, it's to you Jesse" She mumbled and handed him the letter.
"Can you be my fiancé?" He asked fast.
"Bye Jesse" She said with wide eyes and walked to her door.
"No, no, not in that way!" He yelled. She locked the door, he knocked on her door desperately.
She grimaced, "You're so weird!" She yelled.
"I didn't mean for serious, just act my girlfriend!" He whined.
"No, you freak!"
"My parents think I'm engaged!"
"Well, that's not my problem" She scoffed.
"I'll pay you" He shouted.
Beca looked up, she didn't answer.
Jesse wrote an address one a note and pulled it under the door. Beca picked it up, "Think about it, meet up twelve o'clock for lunch" He sighed. "I would appreciate e your help, Beca" He said and walked. Beca looked at the bills and sighed.
Next day
"Where is she?" Jesse's mother asked with a frown.
"Uhm, I'm sure she'll be here very soon" Jesse fiddled with his fingers.
"Jesse, honey? Are you okay, you seem nervous?" She smiled.
"No, fine"
"Good to know that you aren't just around, playing with girls" His dad laughed.
Jesse rolled his eyes, "I'm just 25"
"HELLO" Beca ran to the garden with a red flowered dress. The parents stood up, "I'm Beca" She smiled. She gave the parents a big handshake. She sat down next to Jesse, "Sorry for being late" She grinned. "Thank you" He whispered to her.
"You better say," She said with clenched teeth.
"So, Beca, how old are you?"
"Nah, you know, 30, 32, I lost count" She laughed.
The parents jaw dropped; "Just kidding" She smirked. They laughed with relief. "No, I'm born in November, 94" She mumbled.
"Okay, now you've met her. Bye!" Jesse smiled.
"Not so fast, hon!" Mrs. Swanson laughed.
1 hour later
"So, when is the big day?"
Beca dropped her fork. "Oh, sorry" She whispered. "Uh, Jesse?" She looked at him with wide eyes.
"Uh, you know mom" He trailed off. "It's stress, maybe about 2 years" He shrugged.
"Or maybe a fight happens, huh?" Beca forced up a laugh.
"And it's expensive!" Jesse grimaced.
"Yeah" Beca chuckled and slapped him on the chest. He pouted and rubbed his chest.
"We can fix it" She smiled. Her husband looked at her with wide eyes, "Really?"
"C'mon" She groaned.
"NO!" Beca and Jesse said in unison. "I mean.." Jesse laughed. "We can handle it ourselves, right…sugar lump?"
She bit her tongue and nodded.
"Well, okay"
"And now, we have to leave" Jesse smiled and pulled Beca up.
As they walked to his car, Beca sighed, "Sugar lump, really?"
"Sorry" He mumbled. She crawled to her seat, "Couldn't at least say Sugarplum?" She whined.
"I'M SORRY, OKAY?" He groaned. Beca snorted and looked out the window as they drove off.
"You're good at acting, and wow, your dress" He smirked.
"Fucking hate the dress," She muttered.
"I think you look good in it" He smiled to her. She held back a smile, trying not to blush. She coughed and snapped her fingers on the back of his head.
"Ouch!"
"Ey, focus on the road" She said bossy.
"So, uh." He turned around, concentrating on the road. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in L.A, making music?"
Beca looked down, "I'm good here, as a journalist," She mumbled. Jesse stared at her with a frown.
They tapped the elevator button and waited in silence. As the elevator dinged, they stepped in. Jesse leaned behind Beca and tapped the fifth floor. Jesse started humming on "Don't you forget about me" of Simple Minds.
"Don't" Beca said quickly.
"Sorry" Jesse mumbled.
As the elevator reached the fifth floor, Beca stepped out and quickly walked out.
"Wait!" Jesse yelled after her.
"What?" She sighed.
"I just thought...I mean, since you helped me, could you uhm..." Jesse pointed at his door and scratched the back of his head.
"What? Do I have to tell your friends that I'm a millionaire who had one night stand with you but came crying back, telling that I'm pregnant?" She rolled her eyes.
Jesse scoffed, "Yeah, no" He shook his head. "No more lies" He shrugged.
"Fine" Beca sighed.
"And do you know that Jesse sleeps on the left side of his bed, and never on the right because his ex used to sleep on the right side" Donald laughed.
Beca smirked and nodded, she glanced over Jesse, who was all red.
"You know that I don't need to need this stuff" Beca raised her eyebrows. "I mean, I'm not actually going to have sex with him" Beca scoffed. Donald and Benji snorted. "Well, we're going out, do you want to join us, Jesse?"
"No, just get the fuck out of here" Jesse groaned. They walked out and laughed. "Sorry" Jesse chuckled.
"Nah, its fine. My step-brother isn't really better" Beca rolled her eyes. Jesse heard the door locking up, "And here comes the blonde" He sighed. Beca chuckled and looked down at her glass.
"Well, I think I should go-" Beca stopped as she saw Luke coming in.
"Beca?" He asked narrowing his eyes.
"Uh, Luke, wow"
"What, you know each other?" Jesse looked confused at them.
"Yeah, uhm-"Beca scoffed trying to find an explanation.
"She worked at the radio station, for like, two weeks"
Beca forced up a smile, "You always were in Barden?" Jesse asked with a husky voice.
"Yeah" She nodded and grabbed her bag, "Well, I have to go" Beca smiled.
"Nice dress!" Luke yelled after her.
"Oh, shut up!" She groaned and walked to her door.
"Why did you say she was british-"
"I didn't-"
"Yes you did?"
"No, I just-"
"Well, thank you for telling me wrong" Luke took his hands up.
"She's your ex right?"
"Yeah, but-"
"Right" Jesse sighed.
Beca pulled of her dress, "Stupid fucker" She muttered to the dress.
Her phone beeped. Beca grabbed the phone "Hello?"
"It's Amy"
"Uh, who?" Beca laughed.
"Patricia" She sighed.
"Just kidding, hi Amy" Beca smirked.
"How is your new apartment?"
"Good, not outside, though, full of jerks" She sighed and looked out the window.
"Jerks?"
"One from high school, total weirdo, ex, two from college, in one apartment, "
"Lucky you" Amy laughed.
"Can you believe it? I had to act his fi-"
"Oh, shit. I have to go bye! See you tomorrow on the office!" She hung up.
"Nice" Beca rolled her eyes.