A/N: I know, I'm sorry. I am an awful author for not updating when I said I would but my compured crased and well, yeah, I had to re-write the whole chapter again. I hope you like it, it helps with the plot of the story, ya know?
Well, a lovely guest asked me what my first language was and it's Spanish. There you go, lovely person who reviewed this story right here. So, said that: let's get going.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, a few of the dialogues (Because those are from another Extended scene)... Blah blah, just the plot. K bye.
Shirt: A garment worn on the upper part of the body, especially by men, usually of light material and typically having a collar, sleeves and buttoning up the front.
"Have you ever stopped to think that you own one-too-many plaid shirts?" Asked Benji from the living room as Jesse made yet another trip from his room to the dryer.
"Yeah, says the guy that has two drawers full of capes". Jesse said, a bit snarky than usual, to his best friend/roommate.
"It's memorabilia, dude! Valuable collectibles that are worth owning!" Benji defended himself as he fumbled with the Rubik cube he had spent almost two hours of his life with.
"And yet you still wear 'em as if they were jeans".
Jesse was packing his suitcase for his two-week internship in New York, because, yeah, even after he ran into Beca and most likely was sure that he was spending his spring break with his ex-girlfriend, he didn't back down. In fact, he was positive that if he happened to stumble upon Beca for the next few weeks, he was going to confront her… Well, maybe not confront her, confront her, because he didn't want to fight, but he sure would try and talk to her, you know? Try to stay friends.
And that's when he remembered the first time they had a –decent, you could say–conversation. The day Beca and himself started their jobs at Barden's radio station
Jesse walked up to wherever it was that he heard the voices coming from. He knew he was late but he thought that maybe, just maybe, it would go unnoticed by whoever was that was in charge of the radio station.
Obviously, that option went down the drain when he realized that there was already another intern there who arrived a bit earlier than him because that lucky intern didn't happen to fall into Benji's hugeass sword box when he was trying to get ready in the dark so he wouldn't wake his geeky roommate. But anyways…
"Hey man, what's up? I'm Jesse": He said, eager to start working because he loved being surrounded by hundreds of dusty and old and smelly records, I mean, who doesn't?
"I'm Luke. You're late". The tall, muscular, blond man walks past him and it's obvious that he wasn't fond on his unpunctuality on the first day. Jesse raised his eyebrows because he thought this boss of his was the alfa-macho thing way too seriously.
Then he felt a petit someone brush past him and he wondered how on earth could he just ignore whoever it was that was there the whole time. He furrowed his brow and he focused on the other intern.
Petit –obviously–, light brown hair, scary looking piercings, a few tattoos –visible ones, at least– and a plaid shirt. Yep, Jesse knew her, well, at least he knew he had seen her before.
"Hey, I know you". He said, walking right behind her; following the so called Luke.
"No, you don't". She responded, barely looking at him before turning back to their 'boss', if that's what you call a dude that's only 2 or 3 years older than you. But her response made Jesse frown. He knew she saw him on the first day at Barden when he shamlessly serenaded her with his outstanding air-guitar skills. Now, why was she denying it?
"Yeah I do". Jesse insisted. The girl in the plaid shirt didn't look at him and for some reason that bothered him.
"He doesn't". She added, looking at Luke and slightly shaking her head. Luke's eyebrows shot right up on his forehead. He was amused yet a bit weirded out by the duo's interaction.
"Totally know her".
"Okay, cool. Well, you guys can figure it out while you're stacking CD's." Luke said, trying to just stop his interns from talking. "When you're done, there's more. Now, you guys will be spending a lot of down time together so please, just… No sex on the desk. I've been burned before". Luke warned them and Jesse couldn't help but feel Luke directly staring at him while he gave them his little speech.
Ha. You can tell with just one little look at the two interns that if something crazy and erratic like desk sex wouldn't be initiated by Jesse; he's not the one with the huge ear spike, is he?
Luke went to the booth and with that they were left alone in a, sort of, awkward silence.
Beca's mind was still having a bit of trouble understanding how someone could've had sex on a dusty, nasty, desk that's right in front of the booth that happens to be, you know, a huge crystal box.
On the other hand, Jesse was wondering why this girl was so fervently denying the fact that she had seen him before, I mean, he wasn't that weird, why would she be embarrassed to say that she didn't know him at all?
"I do know you. I sang to you. I remember because you were in a taxi". Jesse said as he walked around her to start sorting through the CD's. Beca just stared at him. "Wait, is your dad a taxi driver?"
His voice was amused, mainly because the mental picture of her family life appeared to be hilarious if it happened that her dad was actually a taxi driver whose daughter was born a rebel.
She took her messenger bag off and placed it on one of the chairs and looked at him with a slightly furrowed brow.
"No". She said, but it came out more like a whisper. Maybe it was because she thought about how someone who she just met could be talking to her so happily and without precautions. That's what someone does when you first met someone, right? That's the correct thing to do.
"Oh. Okay". Jesse said.
Luke's british accent sounded through the speakers as he introduced the next song. The duo glanced towards the booth.
"Luke's attractive, huh?" Jesse said, once more. Beca just looked at him; no expression whatsoever. "Excellent bone structure, fancy british accent, really cool tattoos. I think we've just met my nemesis". He ranted and Beca thought it was really weird for a guy to note all those things about another dude in a matter of what? Fifteen minutes?
"This sucks. I wanted to play music". Beca said, changing the subject because, really, she didn't want to talk about their bosses attributes.
"Not me. I'm here for one reason only: I really love stacking CD's". Jesse said as he stared at Beca, whom at some point had to return the stare. "I was actually offered a job at a lab to test the effects of marihuana on your appetite, but I was like 'No, I wanna stack CD's you know? Hopefully, in the vicinity of a semen-smeared desk' because that's definitely what happened here, right?" He ranted.
"It's better I have on my blacklight, then we'll know for sure". She answered and to be honest, she had to take deep breaths during his whole marihuana/semen-smeared desk because, otherwise, she would've choked him or slapped him to just stop talking.
"So what's your deal?" He said smiling, because yeah, he rally was intrigued by her attitude. "You're one of those girls who's all dark and mysterious and she takes off her glasses and that amazingly scary ear-spike and you realize that, you know, she was beautiful the whole time". He said as he placed a few CD's on the nearest stand and he couldn't shake that stupid goofy smile off his face.
"I don't wear glasses". She added, and she tried her best to shot him the best annoyed stare she could, but even that didn't make him flinch.
"Then you're halfway there". And the seriousness with which he said that made Beca question his mental stability.
"You're a weirdo". She said and this time she smiled; a sarcastic smile but a smile nonetheless.
"Yeah,I am, and so are you". Jesse continued bantering. "That's a good we're gonna be best friends and/or lovers". He finished when he stood right next to her.
This time, she flinched, because seriously? How could someone talk like that?
"Please don't say lovers".
"You know, I wouldn't pass this up. Once I'm a Treble, probably won't have any time for you". There was again, the seriousness in his voice that made Beca contemplate the idea of sending him to a shrink.
"Wow. No, I didn't there was a way for you to be less attractive to me but congratulations, you've managed it". She said and now she was full on showing him her way of communicating to other human beings: sarcasm.
"Just wait" He continued, looking down at the CD's on his hands but smiling stupidly as if his sentences were to magically come true. "You'll go all squiddy, drape yourself all over me. It'll be fun. You'll see".
Beca looked at him in disbelief and felt herself smiling, more like an 'I'm-sorry-you're-such-a-goofball' kind of smile.
"You don't know me. You can't assume I'll do that". She responded.
"I am talking to you right now, so, technically, I do know you". Here was again, she was denying they knew each other.
"You don't even know my name". She grabbed a few CD's and went to put them on their place.
"I thought I heard Luke said you were… Becky?" Jesse said with a hint of a spark in his eye.
Beca snorted.
"It's Beca, know-it-all." She said as she came back to stand by his side.
"Yeah, I'll probably just call you 'the girl in the plaid shirt who doesn't give a damn about working near a semen-smeared desk'. I'm not complaining, though, I think you look great in that plaid shirt".
She frowned for what felt like the hundredth time in the span of, what? A half hour? And smiled sarcastically –again–.
"Thanks, yet again, for one of your unique compliments, but you know, not everyone can wear a plaid shirt decently. It's too much for nerds like you to handle".
"Is that a challenge?" Jesse asked, raised his eyebrows and looked at her intently.
Beca stifled a laugh.
"You know what, Benji?" Jesse turned to look at his friend who was now standing next to him, helping him pack his mountain of plaid shirts. "There can't be too many plaid shirts, because not everyone can rock 'em like they're supposed to be rocked".
"That's some weird plaid shirt philosophy right there, buddy".
"55 pounds of pure lesbian wear. Or should I say 'shawshank wear'? Which is basically almost the same". Amy said while she walked next to Beca in the sea of people at the airport, searching for her terminal.
"Yeah, there aren't 55 pounds in there, drama queen. It's not even full". Beca argued, talking about her suitcase. "And it's not lesbian wear, you picky aussie".
"Ninety-nine percent of your clothes are plaid shirts. Argue on that, flat-butt". Beca stopped on her tracks when she spotted the terminal.
"I will. To be exact, it's the eighty percent, approximately. Better get working on your math skills". Beca deadpanned.
"Ah, I get it now. All the fat that you don't have on your body split equal ways between your heart and your sense of humor. Ha-ha." Amy complained and Beca grinned; without saying anything at all. She was going to miss this aca-bitch. Even if it was for just two weeks.
"I'll miss you too, Amy". Beca nodded and just there Amy gave her one of her bone-crushing hugs, lifting her up and making quite the scene in the middle of the airport.
"Call me when you're installed, I wanna check the surroundings to see if there are dingoes around you that you need to take care of. Lilly told me she can track anything down on her new spy-software".
The seriousness on Amy's voice made Beca shiver because with Lilly everything was possible, but instead of saying anything she just raised her eyebrows.
"Will do, but I seriously doubt there'll be dingoes on the streets of New York City".
"They're as sneaky as a disguised slut, believe me". Beca widened her eyes because, again, she didn't want to ask how Amy figured that out. She just nodded and mouthed 'okay'.
"I'll call you, not-so-flat-butt. Promise". Amy smiled, handed Beca her suitcase and then she went off through security. She learned, after years and years of traveling this same route that it really wasn't that necessary to arrive 3 hours earlier. Actually, she arrived one hour before and made it to the front desk exactly when one of the airhostesses was asking for the boarding passes.
To her surprise, she knew her. A middle aged woman, smiled brightly at her when she noticed her.
"Well hello, Miss Beca Mitchell, flying in to visit your mother?" Louise, a tall brunette with brown eyes, the one that accompanied her on her flights throughout the ages from 10 to 14, was standing in front of her. She shook her head.
"Nah, not this time. I got an internship at a music studio up there. And my mom's on vacation with her boyfriend right now, so…" Louise nodded and signaled for Beca to follow her.
"I'm glad to hear that, Beca". Louise said, walking alongside Beca towards the plane. "Your fellow internship partner is already on the plane and let me tell you, he's not that painful to look at. Maybe you should, you know-"
"Let me just stop you right there. I don't mean to sound rude but, Louise, seriously?! I don't want to talk about this". Louise shrugged. Beca sighed, she didn't really want to think about boys.
"Okay, I get it. It's not like I'm your mother or anything of that sort. You don't have to talk about that… Are you a lesbian, Beca?" Louise asked, with her eyebrows furrowed.
"What?! No! Of course not!" Beca stopped to analyze the situation and then it hit Amy's comment. "Is it because of the plaid shirt?" Louise just pursed her lips and nodded slowly while she guided her to her seat.
"Enjoy your flight, Miss Mitchell".
Beca just stared at Louise as she walked away and without even glancing at whoever may be sitting next to her, she went and tried to put her carry on in the small compartments over the seats.
"Shit". She hissed as she lost balance and the bag almost fell onto her head.
"I recall you not liking being called Miss Mitchell". A manly voice said, now next to her. She huffed and then decided it was time to look at the intern she'd be spending two weeks with.
Jesse freaking Swanson.
Should've seen that coming.
"Louise is an exception to the rule". Beca said, a bit awkwardly as she took her seat next to the window, forgetting completely about the fact that Jesse was rearranging her carry on in the compartment.
"So…" Jesse broke the tension after 20 minutes of being up in the air. Beca didn't look back but instead she just stared at the head of the bald men in front of her. "I am guessing you scored an internship in a recording studio in New York?".
His brown eyes were fixated on her and he noticed when she gulped and when her eyes darted everywhere but his face. After almost two entire minutes of not saying a word, Beca decided that it was the right time to start their way of communication: banter.
"Yeah". She started. "I heard you're being the lab rat for the marihuana thing you mentioned a while ago. Congrats".
Jesse cracked a smiled. He hoped that the two weeks ahead of them were helpful enough to heal their friendship, because if he thought about the feelings that he still had about her, the healing process might turn out more complicated than it should.
"You could've at least picked another color". Jesse said, out of the blue, making Beca frown.
"What?" She looked at him, for the first time since she stepped inside the plane.
"Your plaid shirt". He signaled towards her torso. "Blue plaid shirt". He then proceeded to point at himself. Beca looked at him more intently. Yep, he was wearing a blue plaid shirt, just like her.
"Yeah, I like your shirt". She said and turned to look out the window.
Well, two weeks full banter between them couldn't be that bad, right?
Jesse smiled and he didn't notice Beca smiling as well.
Okay, you can murder me now... Just a few other things. Okay, I don't know when the next update will be, I hope soon but I start school on Monday so, please be patient. And the other thing, a few people asked me about the extended scene that I used for 'Love Drunk' and the link that I gave out didn't work (that bitch) so if you haven't watched those please ask me for the links on tumblr (whatineedtoknow) or twitter (AndreaEBus) because that's just better for links (:
PS: I just checked last chapter and corrected a few typos. God knows I shouldn't update at 3 a.m.
Love y'all xx