A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed/favourite/followed. If I didn't PM you my thanks for any reviews, I apologise, life got busy. I am now exam free and can devote myself to this story. I look forward to your opinions on this installment, which has an interesting email conversation in it :D Enjoy!

Rating: T

Characters: Beca/Jesse, the rest of the Pitch Perfect cast (eventually), plus some other characters.

Warnings: Mature situations referenced, some swearing.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Perfect or the songs used in this fic in any way. I'm just playing with them.


Hurricanes – Chapter 4 – Plan


Day 12 of summer vacation.

And Beca was another argument with her mother away from saying 'fuck it' and packing up and leaving.

She was stubborn though. She was determined to wait out the summer because she wanted just a little more time to come to terms with everything.

What was worse, because she had sent her laptop and all her music equipment to her dad's place in Atlanta to keep it safe, there was little for Beca to keep herself occupied during the days that she wasn't working at the music store at the local mall. She had books, and an old computer that was practically prehistoric (being pre-2003) that she used only to email the Bella's and her dad, and that was pretty much it. She refused to watch TV or any movies. Somehow, watching a movie without Jesse next to her, providing annoying commentary and poking her side to make sure she stayed awake, was wrong. It was weird. It was a break in tradition, and one she hated that she didn't like.

Urgh, when she become so dependent on someone else for her own happiness?

Sighing, Beca stared up at the ceiling, tramping down her impatience. Jesse always called at around 7.30 at night, after dinner. He mentioned something about his parents having a rule of no technology at the dinner table. So she left it up to him to call every night, not wanting to ruin the good impression she had made on his parents.

Besides, she wasn't going to be the clingy girlfriend who called her boyfriend demanding why he didn't call – or the type of girl who went off at her guy when he called more than five minutes late.

Nope. She wasn't that girl.

She really wanted the distraction that Jesse offered though. He was the one shining, easy moment in her day.

*Don't you forget about me-*

Beca grabbed the phone and lifted it to her ear, greeting, "Hey weirdo."

"Oops. I think I may have got the wrong number. I was looking for the ear spike hotline?"

Instantly, Beca relaxed, absorbing the joke with a smile. "How many times did you practice that line before you called me?"

"Only twice. Although now I realised it probably sounded better and funnier to myself than to you," Jesse replied, and she could practically hear how wide his grin was over the line. She rolled her eyes. He got excited by the smallest of things, talking to her included.

"Probably."

"Anything new with you?"

"No. Just the same routine of my prison guard being as stubborn as I am," Beca replied, fiddling with a few strands of her hair.

She could hear a rustle over the line, like he was shifting around on his bed. "You didn't go to work today?"

"No. And neither did she."

"Oh."

Beca snorted. "Yeah. 'Oh.'"

He paused, and then put forward tentatively, "Beca, I know you want to tough this out, but-"

"No."

"How did you know what I was going to ask?"

"Because I know you," replied Beca. "You either want me to visit you or move to Atlanta, or you want to come and visit me. I can't let you come here because I don't want you to endure this shit. You shouldn't have to. And as much as the idea is appealing-" Beca would never confess just how much she wanted to go, "I can't visit you just yet. You've been away from your family all year. I think they deserve your time more than I do. I wouldn't want to intrude."

In the silence, Beca felt nervousness creeping in. Did she push him away again without meaning to?

A soft sigh brushed over the line and Jesse's voice assured her, "We'd love to have you around Beca. But if you really don't want to come, that's fine. It's up to you. But I really, really want to come up there."

"Jesse-"

"Hear me out. You said that you don't want me to endure the shit. Well, you shouldn't have to endure it either, at least not alone. Come on, wouldn't I be exceptional in the capacity to help you get away from your mum?" he asked.

Beca chuckled. "You quoted the Breakfast Club in that."

"Bender made a great point."

Beca frowned, twirling her hair around her fingers in thought. She knew if she flat out refused that Jesse would still be unerringly persistent in trying to visit. On the other hand, she had to convince her mother to let Jesse stay. No way was Jesse going to spend money on some stupid hotel if he visited.

The allure of having his support was heavy and wonderful in her chest and she knew, against all the badassery that she portrayed, that she wanted Jesse here.

Not because she missed him. No, because he would keep whining about visiting each other over the summer and she would get sick of it if she didn't nip it in the bud now and let him visit.

"Well, I'm going to have to make sure it's acceptable for you to come here. My mother doesn't like surprises."

"Really? That's a shame. I totally thought she was the type to love surprises," Jesse teased. "I mean, you can tell that your defiance is such a welcome surprise to her."

"Don't change your dream of being movie composer to comedian. I'd have to re-pump your ego after each fail if you did," Beca shot back, deflecting the topic from her mother easily.

On the other end of the phone call, Jesse made a noise of amusement. Beca deflected the topic with all the skill of a ninja and expected him to forget what they were talking about? He'd give it up this time, but when they were face to face – and he vowed they would be. He was going through sarcasm and kissing withdrawals – he was going to help her confront it. "Okay. So…let me know if I get a code green for me to come up to Boston. If I don't, I'm going to kidnap you so you can be tortured by my family with lots of hugs and movies," he said.

"God help me."

"I'll get you, my pretty, and your little dog too," Jesse cackled.

"What the hell dude?"

"Oh," he mumbled sheepishly, "I forgot we haven't gotten to The Wizard of Oz yet in the moviecation."

"It sounds queerballs," Beca snickered, rolling her eyes at his dorkiness.

"It's a classic!"

"Mmm-hmm, sure. Anyway, I'll let you go. I have to e-mail Chloe."

"Okay, you do that. I'll text you later. Sweet dreams Becs," Jesse murmured warmly.

"Night, weirdo."

Turning the phone off, Beca rolled off her bed and went in search of the block of ice that was her mother. She found her in the office, banging away at her laptop keys typing up a report of some kind. She looked utterly absorbed in her work. Beca huffed quietly – work had become her mother's life since the divorce and it was the part of the reason that she was the way she was. Anxious, highly stung and impatient. Quietly, she knocked on the door. "Hey, mum…"

"Just a sec," Vicki replied, finishing off her paragraph and turning towards her daughter. "Yes, Beca?"

Beca decided to go with the band-aid approach. Rip it off before you can feel it. She would just blurt it out. "So, I have a friend who wants to come and visit me here. You think it'd be okay if they came for a week?"

Vicki's eyes narrowed. "Are we talking about a boy or a girl?"

"Guy. He's my best friend, Jesse." Beca wasn't lying. He was her best friend. She was just going to be omitting the part about their mutual attraction.

Vicki blinked slowly, tapping her fingers on the chair in a staccato rhythm. She hummed in thought. "While your attitude is poor as usual, you have been keeping the household tidy and making dinner every night. I'll make you a deal," she offered slowly.

Beca tensed. She didn't like the sound of this. "What kind of deal?"

"You must come into the law office with me as my assistant for the next two days so you can see what a worthwhile occupation it is. After that, I'll decide if your behaviour at the workplace is good enough. If so, your friend can visit. But only for a week," Vicki said.

Beca schooled her expression not to show her irritation. It was like she was being treated like a dumb, disobedient little girl. She wanted so badly to yell and protest at her treatment but she tampered down the bubbling anger. 'The things I do for that nerd,' she thought to herself, gritting her teeth and nodding her agreement to the deal.

Vicki smiled. "You'll like it, you'll see."

She just nodded mutely again and returned to her room. She grumbled, "Not bloody likely."


Email to: Amy
From: Beca Mitchell
RE: Shiz n Giggles

SOS. Need something funny. Was put through torture today. Got anything?

Email to: Becanator
From: Sexy Fat Ass XXoo
RE: Re: Shiz n Giggles

Sure, anything 4 my captain ;) U havin fun wit ma? W8, no, that's why u emailed right?

Email to: Amy
From: Beca Mitchell
RE: Don't ask

Yep.

Email to: Becanator
From: Sexy Fat Ass XXoo
RE: We need ice cream night l8r
Attachment: Sexy Ryan Gosling/Alcide/Chris Hemsworth pics

Okay. Here u go.

Email to: Amy
From: Beca Mitchell
RE: WTF!?

AMY! I SAID FUNNY, NOT EYE CANDY!

Email to: Becanator
From: Sexy Fat Ass XXoo
RE: Candy….mmm, I want some
Attachment: Adorable Duck video

Eh, same same. But cos ur yelling, have a look at this little ducky who can't stay awake.

Email to: Amy
From: Beca Mitchell
RE: Duck

Okay, thanks. That is cute, as much as I hate to say it.

Email to: Becanator
From: Sexy Fat Ass XXoo
RE: Boy toy

Please, everyone knew u were a softie the sec u serenaded that fine piece of USA man steak at ICCA's. Speaking of Jesse, why isn't he with u? Or u with him? C'mon, all that sexy tension has to go somewhere, my advice is on each other.

Email to: Amy
From: Beca Mitchell
RE: Me and Jesse

…My sex life, or lack of it, is none of your business (besides, Stacie keeps sending me all these Cosmo articles on the bits and great sex positions, so I'm good on that front -_-). And we happen to live in different states. You know that.

Email to: Amy
From: Beca Mitchell
RE: Wait, sexual tension?

Hang on…sexual tension? What do you mean?

Email to: Becanator
From: Sexy Fat Ass XXoo
RE: re: sexual tension

Oh child, listen 2 Fat Amy. Every1 knew u 2 were eye fucking the shit out of each other at the Riff Off. And whenever I saw u 2 at the quad and arguing with each other, the sex tension was there. I was surprised that u didn't throw him down in the hotel room after ICCA's and had ur wicked way with him.

That's what I would've done ;)))

Email to: Amy
From: Beca Mitchell
RE: re: re: sexual tension

We were not eye fucking each other.

Email to: Becanator
From: Sexy Fat Ass XXoo
RE: re: re: re: sexual tension

Were 2. Burnt myself on that sexual tension. *fans self*

Email to: Amy
From: Beca Mitchell
RE: Off this topic. Now.

Oh-kay! Moving on. I've had to do 2 days at my mum's stupid law office. I couldn't wear my ear spike and I had to cover all my tattoos. So that meant long sleeves and heavy makeup. In summer! Which is why I kinda needed that little pick me up.

Email to: Becanator
From: Sexy Fat Ass XXoo
RE: This topic

Why did u do dat again?

Email to: Amy
From: Beca Mitchell
RE: re: This topic

You suck at remembering emails. I told you, I did it so Jesse could visit without being thrown out of the house on the first night.

Email to: Becanator
From: Sexy Fat Ass XXoo
RE: Sexytimes ?

Ah. 'Visit.' Yeah. Is that ur code 4 doin it like animals all over the place? ;D

Email to: Amy
From: Beca Mitchell
RE: NO!

No! Do you ever not think about sex?

Email to: Becanator
From: Sexy Fat Ass XXoo
RE: sex

Only when I'm thinking about food. Or koalas. Or sleep. Or just how fabulous I am. But yep, that's about it.

Email to: Amy
From: Beca Mitchell
RE: re: sex

No wonder you and Stacie get on so well. Oh shit, I have to get off the computer, Jaws is here. Email you later.

Email to: Becanator
From: Sexy Fat Ass XXoo
RE: Advice

…okay, fine, I get it, u went to jail for me once, u won't get in trouble 4 me eva again. Good luck. And make sure u got birth control sorted for Jesse's 'visit.'

Email to: Amy
From: Beca Mitchell
RE: re: advice

Keep going and I'll make sure you never get a solo again.

Email to: Becanator
From: Sexy Fat Ass XXoo
RE: Ur such a dom

Oooh, u can be so mean! Okay. Zip lips. Xxoo.


Beca switched off the computer just as Vicki entered the study.

"Who were you talking to?" her mother asked suspiciously.

"My friend, Amy. She's in my a capella group at Barden," replied Beca. She looked up, meeting eyes the same colour as her own. "So…did I do well enough over the past few days?" she asked, barely daring to hope she had met her mother's expectations.

Vicki gave her a rare, true smile, "Yes. I'm impressed how you pulled your head in. I told you it wouldn't be so bad."

'You kidding? It was more torture than listening to One Direction on repeat!' Beca thought to herself, but shrugged to pass it off. "It was fine. Does this mean Jesse can come and stay?" She winced internally, realising she sounded like a little girl asking for her friend to come for a girly little sleepover.

Vicki looked like she was considering reneging on their deal, but nodded. "Yes, provided he sleeps in the guest room, picks up after himself, and buys his own food. But be warned Beca, put a toe out of line and he's out."

Beca stared at her incredulously. "You would throw out a guest to punish me? Do you realise just how bad you sounded?" she exclaimed.

Vicki inspected her nails with no concern, and replied, "Well, not quite. But if you think we won't be talking about you leaving Barden and staying in Boston while he's here, you're wrong. It gives us all the more reason to talk about it. This is my greatest wish for you, Beca."

Beca just shook her head and stalked out, locking herself in her room before she exploded with the anger she felt. She punched her pillow and threw it across her room before flopping on her bed. Her mother didn't care about her wishes or her dreams and kept trying to pigeon hole her into something she was not. She was blind to Beca's ambitions, to her very soul, her core – music; listening to each note play across the spectrum of her senses, every chord resonating in her brain, words streaming through her cognitive pathways.

And deep down, Beca could admit to herself that it hurt that her mother couldn't see who she really was.

Well, at least one thing good had come out of subjecting herself to a law office for the past two days.

Jesse was allowed to come to Boston.

He couldn't come soon enough.


A/N: Yes, Jesse is coming to Boston! But will there be friction or smooth sailing?

I know I promised more of why Beca's mum is who she is, but I have to wait a few more chapters.

As always, reviews are wonderful and appreciated.