"Mother! Father! We're back and Jesse and short stack here need some help with their bags."

I punch Shannon hard in the arm. She lets go of the door handle and glares at me.

"I think you both going to make great friends," Jesse says, carrying my bags into the house.

I smile because I know it's true. Shannon is seventeen, so we're only a few years apart. I'm on the young end of our class, so I'm still nineteen, going on twenty near the end of spring break. We both have the same sense of humor, but other than that, she's exactly like Jesse.

Nate is a brunette with the same eyes color as Jesse.

Shannon, on the other hand, has light brown hair that is almost dirty blonde, and green eyes. To keep it short, she looks like she's adopted.

Shannon and I sit on the porch step, waiting for their parents to come downstairs while the guys unload everything from the car.

"No! Cameron! Be careful with that!"

I get up from the porch step and run over to the car. I grab my bag out of his hands and go to sit with Shannon, or Shay, as she told me to call her.

"What is it?"

"My music. Well, some of it. I had to leave my computer, all of my records, CDs, and my other pair of headphones, and mixing board at Barden. Plus some other stuff."

"Whoa. What do you do?"

"You see, I never wanted to go the Barden, or any college for that matter, but my dad wanted me to. He said that if I went to college for one year, he would help me move to L.A., so I could start producing music, and start to pay my dues. So, yeah. I'm a DJ. I mix music. It's everything, you know. Well, it was. Until I practically forced into a capella and little Miss Beca Mitchell actually made friends and got a boyfriend."

When I finish, I look over at Jesse.

"I'm still questioning why someone like you, and someone like my brother would be dating," Shay says.

I look back at her and smile, "I'm in the same boat."

"Yeah," She says, "But I can see it. I can see that you love him."

I didn't know how to answer, so I just stayed silent. Everyone says that. I don't know. They knew that I loved him before me. Hell, Stacie said she knew I liked him since before we were dating. And that's a lot coming from Stacie. She barely ever looks past sex.

I go over to help the guys with the rest of the stuff. Once all of it was on the porch, above Shay, I heard the door open. I looked up to see Mr. and Mrs. Swanson coming out from the house.

"Hey!" Jesse goes and gives each of them a hug.

I smile sadly. You can tell that he's close to the both of them when I don't have that with either of my parents.

"Mom, Dad, this is my girlfriend, Beca."

They both smile and Mrs. Swanson comes up to give me a hug. Surprised, I hug her back, and she says, "I've heard so much about you."

I smile and respond, "I know some of that may not be the best of news."

She laughs and releases me.

"Thank you for having me, Mr. and Mrs. Swanson."

"Just call me Claire, sweetheart. And you can call him Phil."

I smile and purse my lips.

"Well," Claire says, clapping her hands, "We have a lot to catch up on, I've got dinner on the table, and then you can all go to karaoke tonight, like you said!"

I widen my eyes as Claire and Phil go back into the house. I narrow my eyes in on Jesse.

"No!"

"Yes, Beca. You are going to sing."

"No, I'm not. Nice try though. I'm not singing."

"Yes, you are."

"I hate you, Jesse Swanson."

"Keep telling yourself that, Beca Mitchell. but everyone know you love me."

I roll my eyes, and walk into the house with everyone. I sit at the dinner table with Jesse next to me, Shay and Nate across from us, and Claire and Phil on opposite side of the table. Cameron pulled up a chair on the other side of Jesse, claiming that I stole his seat.

Once we were all settled in, Claire made conversation.

"So, Beca, tell me about yourself and why you are dating that goof."

I smile at her last comment, but respond, "I'm not very good at that. Talking about myself, I mean. I'm still getting used to it. But, the basics? I want to produce music. The only reason I even went to Barden was my dad. I decided to continue college and not quit after year one after we started dating. I was also made captain of the Bellas and Aubrey would kill me if I didn't stay. Literally."

"And she absolutely hates movies," Jesse adds after he swallows.

I laugh, "Yeah. That too. He's giving me a movie education or a moviecation."

Claire smiles, "How did you two meet?"

"Glad you asked!" I exclaim.

"Oh God," Jesse groans.

"Well, I was getting out of my taxi the first day at Barden and you guys pulled up next to me, so Jesse started singing Carry On My Wayward Son to me while doing a very interesting air guitar. Then, coincidently, we both got the same internship at the radio station and he insisted that he was actually offered a job at a lab that tested marijuana on your appetite, but passes it down because he just really wanted to stack CDs," I say with a straight face.

I continue to eat my pasta while everyone at the table laughs at Jesse.

"And it begins," He mutters.

"Karma."

he smirks, and says, "Hey, Mom. Do you still have all of the performances from last year taped?"

"Yeah, why?"

"We thought it would be nice to take a trip down memory lane."

"We really don't need to, Claire," I plead.

As always, no one listens to me, and twenty minutes later we were all seated in the living room watching the Regionals performance from last year. That's when The Bellas got on the screen.

"Oh, God, no. I look like a frickin' flight attendant. I told you!"

"Look, Bec! It's starting."

"Wait! Since when have there been commentators?"

I hear one of them start to talk," It's refreshing, yet displeasing to the eye."

"Excuse me? I know that uniform is as attractive as a donkey's ass, but I am not displeasing to the eye!"

Jesse laughs as we start to sing on the screen.

"Wow, Beca. Lots of enthusiasm. And what's that? Is that supposed to be a heart?" Cameron comments.

In response, I throw a pillow at his head.

Listening the commentators once again, I laugh, "the Menstrual Cycles? Oh my God! That's worse than the Toners! Oh, crap, why did I bring that up?"

"What are the Ton-" Shay starts to ask.

"That's a discussion for another day," I say quickly, "Oh, look, Jess! It's you! That's not a very appropriate song, Jesse."

"Ha-ha. Thank Bumper for that one."

"I'm not thanking Bumper for anything but leaving."

"Oh my God! Those are some great dance moves, Jay!" Shannon says.

"Shut up," Jesse groans.

…..

We got to the semi-finals performances and both Jesse and I leaned more into the couch. Everyone was watching it happily, but we had scowls on our faces.

"Guys, you aren't actually mad at our comments, right?" Nate asked.

"No, it's just-" I cut myself off, not wanting to repeat what happened that day.

"It wasn't the greatest day," I finish.

"I second that," Jesse says aloud.

"Yeah, I was kind of being a royal bitch that day, excuse my language. I just don't know how else to say it."

"Wait, dude," Cam starts, "She's why you were all mopey last spring break?"

"Cameron! You don't have to put it that way!" Shay yells.

I look over to Jesse and he looks really uncomfortable, "Sorry," I say.

"The next tape will make up for it," he smirks.

As they witch the tape after the Trebles perform, they fast forward to the end. We watch Jesse start and finish their set.

"This is where the embarrassment comes in."

I blow the pitch pipe on the screen and the set begins.

I put my head in my hands while little me starts singing Don't You on the stage.

"God, this is so embarrassing."

"Yeah, but your dance moves? Sexy," Nate says in awe.

"You've just been staring at Stacie the entire time."

"Beca, that was definitely not a PG sound," Shay says about the part of our set right before we sand the 'hands up.'

After it's over, we were about to turn it off, but Cameron stopped us, "Have you guys watched this part?"

It's the break between the end of performances and when they say that winners. That's when I attacked Jesse's face.

"No," Shay said, "I thought it was all just commercials."

"Yeah, me too. Until the camera men and the announcers decided to come on for a moment."

He un-paused the television and it showed the Bellas coming off of the stage.

"No way in hell," I breathe.

Cameron just smirks and Jesse's face went red.

The cameramen recorded our entire kiss and put it on national television.

Claire laughs and looks over to me, "Someone was having fun."

"Claire!" I yell.

I return my attention towards the TV, "I'm killing some camera men in Lincoln Center this year."

A/N: Whoa! Two long updates in one day! Haha! I just love writing Spring Break! This might be a little boring, but Karaoke night is coming in the next chapter!