Ghost town and haunted love
Raise your voice, sticks and
Stones may break my bones
I'm talking loud not saying much
She was wearing a dress. Not any dress; her nice little black dress. That she wore to fancy restaurants when her parents wanted to meet. They would have their annual competitions of who can spend the most and who can yell the loudest.
Beca had curled her hair into soft waves and had done her make up a little lighter than she normally does. She was satisfied with her appearance; she was okay with the strappy heel; as long as she had something to support her nearby.
A knock on the door takes out of her reverie as she looks toward the door. Beca walks over and opens the door. Her breath is taken away from her when she sees Jesse on the other side. Jesse is wearing a tuxedo with his hair slicked back. She smirks when she hears his intake of breath at her look.
"Ready to go?" Jesse asks; Beca flashes him a smile and nods. Beca grabs her purse and walks out the door.
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The waitress had just seated them and Jesse walked over to help her into her chair. Beca hated his chivalrous attitude; yet part of her thought it was sweet.
"This place is fancy," Beca says looking at the dimply lit seating arrangements. There were several older couples dressed in clothes that costed more than her parent's houses combined. She looked around to see several couples looking over at them and smiling; reminiscing of their past.
"It is, I thought it would be fun to go here and see you get all dressed up." Jesse says grinning at her.
"You don't look too bad yourself, nerd." Beca says looking at the way the tuxedo hugs his chest. He smiles at her as he notices her checking him out.
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They had a good time. Beca had been able to enjoy herself and she was proud of that. She thought that she would've been bored out of her mind. She had laughed and smiled more than she had in the recent months. She hoped that Jesse had had a good time himself. She thinks that he did. He was smiling and such and it caused her to smile more.
Beca thought that having to wear a fancy dress in public would be horrifying and ruin going to the restaurant. But when they got there and started talking; her inhibitions floated away. So she let a smile stay on her face and laughed at his jokes; even the bad movie ones. She even let herself quote a few movies; which made him happier than she knew.
He was a gentleman at the end of their date and walked her to her dorm room and lightly kissed her before leaving.
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"So, I'm just a friend about to drop you off at rehearsals." Jesse says bumping her shoulder as they walk. Beca let a faint smile ghost over her lips as they walked closer to the gym; where Beca saw Aubrey walking in. She sighed and looked back up at Jesse.
"Yeah, something like that." Beca says as they approach the gym.
"Will you be here after?" Beca asks as they stop a reasonable distance away from the gym.
"No, I have Treble rehearsals." Jesse says.
"You'll probably have a better time than I will." Beca says crossing her arms over her chest. Jesse looks around and is thankful that no one is out. He leans down and kisses her forehead.
"Dude!" Beca says pushing him back slightly.
"No one was looking." Jesse says as he rubs his chest pretending that she hurt him. Beca nods and looks over her shoulder at the gym.
"I better get going." Beca says sighing.
"Have fun, try not to kill Aubrey. See you later." Jesse says.
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"I should have taken that cardio tip more seriously." Fat Amy says panting heavily.
"How much have you done?" Aubrey asks taking a sip from her water bottle.
"You just saw it." Fat Amy says as she eyes Aubrey walking back to the front of the group.
"Chloe, you gotta be able to hit that last note." Aubrey complains setting her water bottle down on the music stand.
"I can't. It's impossible. And it's because of my nodes." Chloe says almost dramatically. Beca watches the group's exchange in silence.
"Her nodes. Her nodes." Amy says as she moves her hands around.
"Well if you can't do it, then someone else needs to solo." Aubrey says scrutinizing the group. Beca looks at the others wondering who Aubrey would choose.
"I think Beca should take my solo." Chloe says and Beca gawks at the redhead.
"Yeah Beca would be excellent. But also someone else might be equally as excellent." Amy says staring at the ground.
"And they might be shy and not wanna come forward and say they wanted a solo." Amy says trying to act subtle. Beca resists the urge to roll her eyes at Amy.
"Well Beca doesn't want a solo, so…" Aubrey says shrugging her shoulders and Beca steps forward.
"I would be happy to do it if I got to pick a new song and do an arrangement." Beca says and can already see the disappointment in Aubrey's eyes.
"Well that's not how we run things here." Aubrey says crossing her arms across her chest.
"Aubrey, maybe Beca has a point. Maybe we could try something new." Chloe says defending the small brunette until Aubrey interrupts her.
"A-ca-scuse me? You can sing Turn the Beat Around and that's the last I wanna hear of this." Aubrey says organizing her papers from the music stand.
"That song is tired. We're not gonna win with it. If we pull samples from different genres and layer them together, we could make some…" Beca says as she starts to explain the same process she uses for mixing.
"Okay let me explain something to you because you still don't seem to get it. Our goal is to get back to the finals and these songs will get us there. So, excuse me if I don't take advice from some alt-girl with her mad-lib beats because she's never been in a competition. Have I made myself clear?" Aubrey says as she cocks her head at Beca; daring her to continue.
"Crystal. I won't solo." Beca says curtly. Beca stands back and tries to ignore the various profanities running through her head.
"Fine. Fat Amy?" Aubrey says turning to the Australian.
"Yes, sir?" Amy says turning towards Aubrey.
"You'll solo." Aubrey says definitely.
"Yes! Yes." Amy says drawing a heart shape on her shirt.
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Beca had left the gym; but she came back when she was sure that everyone else had left. She walked in; her boots clicking against the flooring. She walked over to the barely used piano and set her bag by it. Beca sat on the bench and ran her fingers lightly over the keys.
She tested out a few of the keys and started to work on remembering some of the pieces she had learned over the years. Beca tested out the pieces and was thankful when she was sure that she had completed the piece correctly.
After she had practiced a few of the other pieces that she could remember vaguely or vividly. She would hum along until she stopped when she heard the sound of someone else entering the gym.
"I knew you would be here." The voice says. Beca turns her head and smiles at Jesse who was walking in. He was wearing an old t-shirt and shorts; while a bead of sweat rolled down his temple; he had obviously just finished his rehearsal.
"Hey," Beca says turning around.
"Is anyone else here?" Jesse asks looking around the gym.
"Nop-" Beca starts to say. She is stopped by Jesse rushing over and pressing his lips to hers. She wraps her arms around his neck pulling him closer to her.
"It's been too long since I've done this." He whispers against her lips. Beca smiled against his lips. Jesse pulls away and moves so he is sitting next to her on the bench.
"What were you doing?" Jesse asks as he runs a finger along a few of the keys.
"Playing," Beca responds hitting a few of the keys. Jesse nods as the little bit of music washes over him.
Jesse leans over and moves her hair to the side and he presses feathered kisses to the side of her neck. He can hear her fingers pause for a moment against the keys before starting up again. He smiles against her neck and continues his ministrations. The playing stops in the middle of a piece and Beca shifts so her lips meet his.
Beca moves so she is straddling him; letting her throbbing core get some relief against the bulge in his pants.
"Beca," He groans and it causes almost a power surge to flow through her veins.
Beca's hands go down to his belt buckle and undo them. At that moment Beca doesn't care if his shirt comes off or not. She just needs him. Beca starts to pull down his pants and he starts to tug at her jeans. Beca reaches down and undoes her own jeans before her hands start to paw at his boxers.
She just needed him now. Beca pulled down his boxers allowing his erection to spring free. Jesse's hand went down to her underwear and pulls them down. Beca kicks off her jeans and underwear and goes back to straddling Jesse. He groans as he sees her above him; Beca smile triumphantly.
Beca sinks down on him and she moans at the contact. She pauses for a moment and rests her forehead against his. Beca starts rotating her hips; knowing that it won't take long for her.
She doesn't know how long they are there, it could have been hours or minutes later but she can feel the familiar tingling sensation at the base of her spine. Beca can tell that Jesse is close; his movements have gotten more erratic and his eyes are tightly closed.
"Look at me," Beca rasps. When his eyes open and they are swimming in lust she lets go and falls. She can feel him fall as soon as she does. Beca rests her forehead against his and breathes heavily.
Beca slowly gets off of him and moves to bend down and to pick up her underwear. Beca pulls on her underwear and skinny jeans. Jesse stood up and took care of himself. They both knew that they still looked like a mess and had obvious sex faces.
They were about to turn to leave when they hear the creak of the door opening.
A/N: That is the closest I can get to a cliffhanger right now. The next chapter should be up later today or tomorrow. The song is Titanium. Please follow, favorite and review.