I wake up around twenty minutes later when the car hits a bump before pulling into the driveway. I slowly flutter my eyes open, and turn my head to look up at Jesse above me. I lift my head up and bring my lips to his, kissing him. I sit back up in my seat and we all get out of the car. We walk into the house quietly and see a note from Claire on the dining room table.

'Dear Children, Cameron, and Beca,

Hope you guys had a good night!

I forgot to mention it, but Beca, I put all of your stuff in Jesse's room,

so you can stay in there if you'd like.

Cam, I think Beca and Jesse would rather you not be on a mattress tonight,

snoring in their room, so I put it in Nate's room.

Nate, no need to thank me.

-Claire'

As I read over the note, I smile sleepily, "I love your mom. I wish mine was like this."

I feel Jesse hug me tighter while he says, "You look tired, let's get to bed. Goodnight, guys."

I wait until Jesse's back is towards me and jump onto it. He laughs deeply, readjusting to fit the extra weight.

"Carry on my wayward son!" I order him while he laughs again.

He steps up each stair until we get to the top. We take a right and he opens the first door on the left.

Jesse puts me down on the ground and I go over to my suitcases, finding the one with my clothes in it. I grab a pair of pajama pants out and zip it back up. As Jesse changes, I remove my jeans, slipping on my blue pants, and strip my shirt, leaving me in a white tank top.

I walk over to where Jesse has now gotten into bed and climb in next to him. He wraps his arms around me and I bury my face into his chest.

"Goodnight, Jesse. I love you."

"I love you too, Becs."

We fall into a comfortable silence, and I fall into a deep, well-deserved sleep.

…..

I wake up with my back facing Jesse, and his arms wrapped securely around my waist. I grabbed one of his hands in mine and started playing with his fingers. I feel him stir against my back and turn to face him. I lift my hand any nudge his shoulder.

"Jesse, I'm hungry. Wake up."

When he doesn't open his eyes, I nudge him harder.

"Jesse. Get your lazy a** up!"

He groans and slowly opens his eyes.

"What, Beca? It's only ten in the morning."

"You should be used to it. You wake me up at seven most days. And I'm hungry."

"Then go get some food," he groans.

I sigh and respond, "Fine. Join me whenever."

I walk out the door and down the stairs laughing because he already fell asleep again. Oh, how the tables have turned.

I take a left and enter the kitchen. Sitting down at the table next to Shay, I look up and realize it's only Shay, Claire, and I. Claire sits down with a hot coffee, and Shay is eating pancakes next to me.

"Wanna make me some?" I ask her.

"Can't you make them yourself?"

"Would you like me to set the house on fire?"

"Nope," she replies, getting up, "I still have some batter left."

She walks over to the stove, pouring leftover batter into the pan.

"Where's Shrek?" She questions, smiling.

"If you're talking about Jesse, then he's upstairs sleeping. But who's Shrek?" I ask her with a confused expression on my face.

Shay and Claire start laughing and something clicks inside of my brain, "Is it from a movie?"

"Yeah," Claire states, "Shrek is an ogre."

"Makes sense," I yawn as Shay brings me my pancakes, "Thank you!"

"Welcome. Oh! And I was meaning to ask you what you mean by 'I wish my mom was like yours,' or something like that."

I freeze and put down my fork. Looking down, I lick my lips.

"Okay," I state, "I need to get better at this 'stop pushing people away thing,' so," I pause and take a deep breath before continuing, "When I was younger, my parents were always fighting. They had only gotten married because of me. It was like I was a mistake, but they tried to force themselves to love each other. Long story short, my dad left, they got a divorce, and my mother tried to each me that love never works out, and to never fall in love. That's why I had built all of these walls, and it took so long before I would let anyone in."

"I'm so sorry, Beca," Claire and Shay say simultaneously.

Shay wraps her arms around me in a hug, and I hug her back smiling.

"It's alright. It's okay now because your persistent brother kept bothering me every minute with juice pouches and Rocky," I laugh, "I'm still guarded, but he's growing on me."

I laugh along with her as she says, "Obviously. I don't know how, but you guys are perfect for each other."

I groan and command her, "No! Stop. I hate this lovey-dovey bull."

"Admit it, Becs, you're a little softy inside. No pun intended."

I roll my eyes and see a hand come from behind me and steal my last pancake. I whip my head around in time to see Jesse finish stuffing it in his mouth.

I reach my arm out and hit his arm yelling, "Jesse Swanson! That was my last pancake!"

"But I was hungry and you were too busy hugging Shay to notice."

"Then go get some food," I imitate him with a smirk.

His smirk matches mine as he states, "I did."

"You're unbelievable, Swanson. Why am I dating you? It's funny how many times I ask you that question, isn't it?"

"It's because you love me, Mitchell."

"You seem sure of yourself," I state absentmindedly, staring hopelessly at my empty plate.

"That's because I am."

I roll my eyes, and tell him, "I'll be right back."

I push my chair out of the way and bring my plate to the sink, "You can rinse it, Jesse."

I leave him standing in the kitchen and jog up the stairs. A few minutes later, I return into the kitchen and sit down at the table, placing my laptop and headphones down.

"I was wondering how long it would take," Jesse says to me.

I smile in response and open my computer, typing in the password.

I open my mixing program and start on one of my unfinished mixes. Slipping my headphones over my head, I fix the few mistakes in my mixing of down beats and start to change tempos and volumes.

I bite my bottom lip and get lost in the music. Around ten minutes later, I look up to see Jesse looking at me. I raise an eyebrow and he shrugs. Sighing, I look back at my computer. In the corner, I see a notification telling me that Amy wants to Skype.

I look at the clock, telling me that she's probably gotten to Australia by now. She left later than the rest of us and her plane took a few stops on the way.

I sigh again and accept it.

"Hey, Shawshank! How's the your boy toy's house?"

"It's great, Fat Amy. How's Australia."

"Same old. There's a dingo in the front yard right now, actually. Wanna see it?"

"Oh! No. It's alright."

"Why'd you call?"

"Oh, yeah! I know it's your birthday right before we come back to Barden, so everyone was wondering if you'd want a party or something."

"Uhm. No thanks. I honestly don't like birthday parties anymore. I mean my parents stopped celebrating when I was eleven. I haven't had one in years."

"Exactly why you need one, Flatbutt!"

"Amy, seriously. Maybe next year. This year I'm only turning twenty. Maybe for twenty-one, but really. You don't need to put yourselves through that much trouble for me. Trust me when I say I'm not worth it."

"Course you are! And you're getting one whether you like it or not. So, bye!"

"Wait, Amy-"

I'm cut off when she hangs up and my music returns to my headphones. I groan as I see that Jesse and I are the only ones left in the kitchen.

"Party?" Jesse asks knowingly.

"This was all you, wasn't it?"

"Maybe."

"Jesse, I'm not worth it. It's too much time and money."

"Of course you're worth it, Beca!"

"Have you seen me lately, Jess? I'm a complete mess. I've been hurt so many times before. Have you wondered why I'm still so guarded around you? One day, you're going to realize that you can do so much better. You're going to find a really perky blonde and dump me for her. And I'm terrified of that, Jess. You've become such a big part of my life, and I can't lose you."

"Are you serious, Beca? Do you honestly think that low of me?"

"You don't understand, Jess-"

"Oh, so now I don't understand? What is this, Beca? Where is this coming from? I thought we had gotten past this? When are you going to stop pushing me away?"

With tears streaming down my face, I yell, "Can't you see I'm trying?"

His face softens, but I shake my head.

"I'm sorry, Bec-"

"No! Don't say that. So many people say that, but the never mean it. Just don't say that, Jess. Just give me some time."

I turn around and slip on my shoes. I open the front door and leave the house. I run down the porch steps and down the road, wondering where the hell I'm going.

Jesse's POV

Shay runs back into the kitchen and says, "I heard yelling. Wait, where's Beca?"

I look up from my hands with a worried expression.

"I have no idea. But if I try to find her it will make things worse. Trust me on that one."

Shay frowns and nods. Cameron and Nate come down the stairs and I groan.

"What happened?" Nate asks.

"Beca and I might've fought," I tell him.

"But you guys are like perfect. How often do you fight?" Cam questions with a confused expression.

I laugh sadly, "That's where you're wrong, Cam. This happens a lot. We're anything but perfect."

I walk outside and down the road with my phone in my pocket. I'm not planning on chasing her, but I need to get away from them. And she'll call when she realizes she's lost.

I just didn't know it would take so long.

A/N: I hate this, but it can't be all lovey-dovey fluff all the time!