"Of course, I eat healthy, mom," Beca rolled her eyes as she dipped a spoon in a jar of full of fluff.

"What are you eating now?" her mother asked over the phone.

"Marshmallow fluff," Beca answered after swallowing.

"That is not healthy,"

"I said I eat healthy food, I didn't say I'm eating healthy. There's a huge difference."

"Okay, smartass," her mother chuckled. "How's your boyfriend?" she asked.

Beca closed her eyes, she hated not telling her mother about her break up but knew that she'd get a lecture if she told her.

"He's fine," Beca answered then started to make her way to the living room, she picked a stuffed toy up from the floor and sat on the couch and started to absentmindedly play with it.

"Don't you think it's time to take your relationship to the next level?"

"Nope," Beca answered.

"Beca you're not getting any younger,"

"Neither am I getting married,"

"Does your refusal to the idea of marriage have anything to do with your dad and me?"

"Mom, like I told countless times, I have no problem with marriage. But it doesn't mean I want to get married any time soon,"

"All your friends are married,"

"Well, yay for them!" She laid on the couch. "What does it have to do with me? Am I supposed to get married just because everyone else is doing it?"

"I didn't say that!"

"Can we please talk about anything else?"

"Fine."

"Thank you," Beca got up when she heard the doorbell. "Hold on a second mom," She walked to the door and pushed the button to talk to whoever was ringing the bell.

"Yeah?" she said,

"Hey, it's Benji,"

Hearing his voice, Beca placed a hand over the phone so that her mother won't hear them.

She hasn't told her mother that she was living with a divorced man and his baby for the very same reasons she didn't tell her about the breakup.

"Jesse and I have plans,"

She was aware of their plans. They were going to watch movies. Some annual marathon of a nerdy movie trilogy. She didn't really catch the name.

"I'm buzzing you in," She said before she buzzed him in.

"Jesse," Beca called loud enough Jesse would hear her. When he didn't reply she made her way to his room.

"Jesse," she called him again as she knocked on the already unlocked door before she peeped in. The room was empty, she thought. As she was about to make her way to Sam's room, he stepped out of the en-suit bathroom, in a towel wrapped around his waist, fresh out of the shower. She instantly looked away and stuttered before she cleared her throat and looked back. "I've just buzzed Benji in," she said as kept her focus on his face.

"Cool, thanks," he nodded then walked to his wardrobe, giving her his back. And, like any normal person would do, she checked him out.

"Are you checking me out?" he asked in amusement, feeling her gaze.

"I can't get my eyes off your towel. How old are you?"

His towel had light stabbers printed on it. "I'm getting in the StarWars spirit Becs," he shrugged.

"I see that," she kept eyeing him. And she had to admit, he had a decent physique, from behind. She didn't get a good look at his front, but her vague memory of the last time she saw him naked was alright. She tsked thinking about him naked. She had her hand on her phone and realized then that she was holding it pretty tightly.

"I'm gonna go get the door," she said as she got out of the room in a rush, glad Benji was knocking.

She tried to shrug it off but knew it was gonna take more than a shrug to get her mind of the erotic thoughts her head.

"Where were we?" Beca asked, pressing the phone back to her ear as she unlocked the door.

She smiled at Benji. He saw that she was on the phone and settled for a wave.

Beca gestured with her hand at the couch and he nodded.

"I don't remember. What took you so long?"

"It's not important," Beca closed the door then started to make her way to her bedroom. "Hey, can you tell me how to bake grandma's cake?" Beca asked to change the subject.

"You bake?" Jesse mouthed as he pointed at her and she rolled her eyes pushing the door open to her room.

Later that day.

"Beca," Jesse knocked on the door then peeped his head. She was sleeping. He debated whether or not to go and wake her up, then decided to go for. He opened the door wide open and made his way to her bed, "Beca," he called her name again, she replied with a soft moan. "Wake up, you've been sleeping for hours," he gently tapped her cheek. He noticed dry tears on her cheeks and frowned.

"What time is it?" she murmured shifting slowly,

"8:40 pm," he answered then stuffed his hands in his pockets and watched her sit up. "You napped for like 6 hours," he informed her noting the frown on her face.

"Guess, I'm not gonna sleep tonight," she rubbed her eyes.

"Where's Benji?" she asked.

"He went home like an hour ago," he sat on the bed when she tapped the bed inviting him to sit.

"How's your mom?" he asked.

"She's good," Beca leaned against the headboard and closed her eyes.

"And how are you?"

"I'm fine," she shrugged.

"Are you?"

She nodded,

"Bullshit,"

She opened her eyes and held his gaze before sighing.

Beca reached for her phone then unlocked it before handing it to Jesse to read a text she got from Crispin, "He wants his records back?" he said in puzzlement.

"He gave his records on my birthday," she said bitterly,

"What records did he give you?" Jesse asked.

"Vinyl stuff," she blew a breath, "Pink Floyd... Eric Clapton... Willie Nelson," she got up and walked to her wardrobe and pulled a box then walked back to the bed, "The Beatles too,"

"If it's the white album I'm gonna borrow it forever and you can tell him you lost it"

"Not the white album," she chuckled humorlessly, "There's also Kansas,"

"Don't worry, you can find these on ITunes," he said, trying to lighten up the mood,

"It's not the same, dude," she paused then looked up at him noting the look on his face she smiled, "I see what you did there, but buddy you had Blu-rays and DVDs, it would be the same case if your collection had VHSs" she shrugged sitting on the bed.

"Who says I don't?" He watched her dig in her collection.

"These are the ones he gave me," she placed half a dozen of old records on the bed. Different albums of the bands and singers that she has mentioned along with another record of The doors.

"The doors, wow," he picked one of the records in his hand. He went through the rest then looked up hearing Beca blow a breath,

"It's really douchie to ask for something you gifted, back," he put the records neatly together, away from the rest of her collection, which he didn't get to check out.

"I'll make sure I'd tell him that," Beca nodded taking the box back to her closet. "When I give him all his stuff back,"

"Wait—you haven't gotten rid of his stuff yet?" he asked in surprise.

"Nope," she shook her head,

"Wanna do it now?" he asked

"Now?" she said in surprise.

"You've been putting off for so long Becs, I mean long has it been?"

"Like 9 months," she wrapped her arms around herself.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but that is pathetic. You're pathetic,"

"And you're getting out of line,"

"No, I'm being a friend." He started to make his way out of her room, "I'm gonna go get us beer and some junk food from the kitchen, we're boxing his stuff tonight."

"I don't wanna do it tonight," Beca followed him out of her room.

"Why?" he asked as he made his way to the kitchen,

"I just don't," she shrugged.

"Well, too bad, you're doing it. We're doing it." He opened a shelf and grabbed a couple of chips bags. "Good thing I didn't get rid of my moving boxes," he said as walked to the fridge and pulled a couple of beers.

Looking back at Beca he found her glaring, "What?" he asked as he walked back to her.

"Nothing," she turned around and walked into her room.

"That's what I thought,"

They spend hours doing something that should have taken them an hour max. Jesse got distracted by everything he found.

"He owns a fedora?" he cringed,

"What's wrong with fedoras?" she asked,

"C'mon," he placed it in a box, "You have badass tattoos and you're asking what's wrong with fedoras?" he shook his head,

"I can't find a reason to like the guy and I don't even know him, his taste in music is the only thing that I kinda like about him,"

"Well, he's a music director," she shrugged,

"Wait a minute," he turned to her, she was folding t-shirts, "You're telling me that you dated a guy for three years, a guy that you love, who works in the film industry and you still hate movies?"

She shrugged,

"Beca, how and why did he not make you see how great movies are?"

"Crispin just picks songs that go with scenes Jesse, he's not obsesses with movies," she glanced at him.

"Beca it's a moral obligation to at least make you tolerate films," he walked to her and grabbed a t-shirt from the box, "I just folded that,"

"I have this exact t-shirt," he eyed the Freddy Mercury t-shirt. "Guess it's going to the trashcan" he murmured folding the t-shit.

"Why?" she asked in puzzlement,

"Because it will remind you of him?"

"Jesse it's just a t-shirt," she shrugged,

"Yeah, I know," he grabbed a photo album from her closet.

"You don't need these," he shook his head as he held a photos album. "These are all reminders, and heartache triggers" he walked to the bed and sat on it as he looked through the pictures.

"You can grin!" he said in mock shock as he eyed a picture of hers,

"Shut up," she threw a shoe at him. He dodged it then got up and walked to the box where they packed the vinyl records and pulled the Kansas record. He put it in Turntable, playing carry on my wayward son.

"God, this song is awesome," he nodded along as he walked back to the bed where Beca was going through the album with a sad smile on her lips.

"This store used to be our special place, it sounds way too cheesy but there's no other way of putting it,"

"You met there?" he asked as he eyed the picture of her and her ex-boyfriend. She looked happy.

"No," she shook her head, "Um, I met him at a party, we had mutual friends, he came up to me we talked about music then he told me about this music store he saw on his way to the party and asked me if I wanted to go check it out with him. We stayed there until the owner kicked us out because they were closing."

Jesse watched her close the album.

"Mom thinks I'm still dating him," she shared with him as he sat down on the bed.

"I can't tell you that it's wrong when I was pretending to be still married in front of my ex's family, not too long ago."

"It's not the same," she shrugged, "You were helping out your ex-, I, on the other hand, am putting it off because I don't want to hear my mother give a lecture when I tell her why I called it quits."

"Well you gonna have to tell her at some point," Jesse threw a hand full of chips into his mouth, "mmhm, I love this part," he mumbled getting on his feet, he started doing air guitar with the solo and after swallowing the chips he did the instruments. He was so into it, he made Beca laugh.

"You're laughing at me?" he asked pretending to be hurt, "Air guitar is a thing, okay?" he took the album and threw it in a box,

"Sure," she chuckled then laid on the bed. Jesse joined her in a matter of seconds, "I've been practicing the air guitar ever since I was a kid, now I'm national level good. Hard work pays off. I go to underground competitions, it's basically fight club but without the fighting, it's just a bunch of weirdos strumming air guitars for their lives,"

"Wow. For their lives? I'm sorry I underestimated this art,"

"You're forgiven," he absentmindedly threw an arm over her shoulder and pulled her to him.

"What are you to expect in your mother's lecture?" Jesse asked,

"Mom will probably ask me if it's because of her and dad, which is something she always asks," she said in a bored tone

"How long have your parents been divorced?"

"Like 12 years now,"

"I'm guessing from your tone that your mother's hunch is wrong,"

"They didn't work out, it's not the end of the world. I'm really fine with it. Mom is just scared for me," Beca shrugged, "She thinks that I should get married."

"Well, as a divorcé I can tell you this, marriage is overrated," Jesse started to draw circles on her arm.

"Wow, I'm a little drunk, but I don't think I'm drunk enough to imagine stuff," she laughed,

"You're not imagining stuff," he shook his head, "It's alright but all, like, you make someone who's already yours officially yours," he sighed.

"So, marriage is basically marking your territory?" Beca asked.

"No, it's more than that, it's about having someone who will always support and love you. But it's overrated,"

"You're conflicted about marriage, dude," she slapped him in the chest.

"Maybe am I," he shrugged chuckling, "You know," he tilted his head to look at her, "I think you would make a great wife," he tapped her nose. "You're a very loyal friend and when you care about a person you give them all you have and that's exactly how married people should be with each other,"

"Okay, thanks for the personality analysis," she said sarcastically,

"I'm not kidding," he shrugged,

They got into a comfortable silence for a few minutes.

"I almost forgot why I woke you up in the first place," he ran a hand through his hair. "Dinner. Benji and I ordered pizza and I ordered for you too… what time is it?" he rested his weight on his elbow and tilted his head to look at the clock on her nightstand. "Its 1 am?" he said in surprise.

"We can't heat up the pizza," Beca sat up, "It could wake Sam up," she watched Jesse sit up as well,

"Then we'll heat up without using a microwave," he got off the bed, "It's easy," he said as he started to make his way out of the bedroom, "We'll put it in the oven,"

"You're a genius!" Beca said sarcastically as she followed him out of the room.

"You're a little drunk, huh?" Jesse asked as they walked to the kitchen.

"I think I am," Beca nodded,

"Sober up, tomorrow is Monday. You don't wanna start your week hungover,"

"Good point," She made her way to the fridge and pulled a bottle of water.

"This is surprisingly good," Beca mumbled through a mouthful of Pizza.

"Thank you," Jesse answered as he reached for a slice of Pizza.

They decided to continue to pack while they ate.

"Did he take anything with him when he packed?" Jesse wondered. There was a lot of stuff.

"He just owns a lot of shit," Beca shrugged. "He packed in a hurry… he was really pissed at me." She glanced at Jesse.

"Hey, Bec?" Jesse sat on the bed.

"Yeah?" she glanced at him,

"Can I ask you a personal question? You don't have to answer if it's way too personal,"

"Shoot,"

"Do you regret breaking up with him?"

"Nope… We don't want the same things in life," she walked to the bed and grabbed a slice of pizza. "He wants a house in the suburbs and kids, and I don't even think of these things. I would just be dragging him along and wasting his time, and that is not fair."

"That is pretty selfless, you should be proud,"

"What about you? Do you regret not giving your marriage another shot?" she asked.

"We really tried to make it work," he took the last slice, "It's just that the spark we had isn't there anymore," he shrugged bring the pizza to his mouth,

"We were pulling each other down, so we decided that we split and keep what was left of our friendship," he said after swallowing.

"That is mature as fuck," Beca reached for the bottle of water.

"Thank you," he mumbled gesturing with his hand for her to hand him the bottle. She threw it his way.

Jesse watched her as she dug through one of the packed boxes and pulled the photos album. "I'm not giving him this," she shook her head. "Crispin doesn't need it,"

"Neither do you," he got off the bed and took the empty plate in his hand then placed it on the nightstand.

"The guy is happily married why would I give him reminders of our time together?"

"Good point there," he agreed with her, "but it doesn't mean you should keep it," he shrugged.

"I'm not throwing it away if that's what you're hinting at,"

"I didn't say anything," he watched her walk to her wardrobe and tiptoe to put it up.

"Need help?" he asked.

"Nah, I got it," she jumped and managed to place the album.

"Hey Bec, what does the B stand for?" Jesse said when he found a pitch pipe in one of the boxes.

"That's not Crispin's," she walked to him with a frown on her face.

"You didn't answer," he held it up and away from her reach when she tried to take it away.

"Just give me the pitch pipe," she tried to take it,

"I wanna know what the B stands for," he shrugged and started to walk backward when she kept trying to catch it. "You're so small," he laughed,

When his leg hit the bed, Jesse chuckled at the look on Beca's face. She smirked then pushed him on the bed and climbed on top of him and managed to take the pitch pipe.

"You're sneaky," he laughed when she playfully slapped him. He rested his weight on his elbows and tried to sit up despite having her on him. "You weight nothing Beca," he reminded her before flipping her under him, and pressed himself against her and kept her from moving,

"You think you have the upper hand on me because you weight more than me?" she tilted her head to keep eye contact and he nodded. She dropped the pitch pipe on the floor.

"Well, you're wrong," she started to tickle him. He audibly laughed and tickled her too. "I'm not ticklish," she shrugged, tickling him harder, he soon gave in and turned on his back.

"Who's got the upper hand now?" she asked, climbing on top of him again while she tickled him.

"Please stop," he laughed,

"You shouldn't have messed with me," she shrugged,

"Nope," he wiped the tears from his eyes when she stopped ticking him and instead rested her hands on his chest.

"God, you're evil," he rested his weight on his elbows.

"Yeah, I am," she grinned.

Beca got off him before it got awkward and laid next to him.

"Are you gonna tell me what the B stands for or not?" he reached for the pitch pipe then threw up and caught it.

"It stands for Bellas," she answered. "And that's all you're getting," she took it from him.

"Bellas!" He tilted his head to look at her,

"Yep," she nodded then tilted her head. Jesse held her gaze for a few moments before he reached over and brushed her hair from her face.

"Thanks for helping out," she said as he rested his hand on her cheek.

"You're welcome,"

He was so close she felt his breath. She looked between his eyes and lips then sat up when he leaned in.

Jesse ran his fingers through his hair, realizing was he was about to kiss her when she sat up. "I'm gonna go to bed," he got off the bed and awkwardly made his way to the door.

"Um, could you turn off the light?" she asked. He nodded.

"Night," she followed him with her eyes.

He smiled at her, "Night roomie," Jesse said before turning the light off.

AN: Thank you for being awesomely supportive of this fic. Lemme know what you thought of this chapter in a review that'd be cool.