A/N:Sorry guys this is just a repost of the first PP2 fic I posted except this time I have it in the order of the film. I've also added in a couple of things to make this story hopefully flow better. Again, many thanks for all your support and I don't own any characters.
She'd had such a disappointing day. She thought things were taking a turn for the best. She thought she was getting back to herself, back to the confident badass everyone loves. She had given her mix to her new boss, thinking this was her chance to get in music industry and produce her own music, but it was just shoved back into her face by him telling her she was just like everyone else, that anyone could do what she does. He told her she wasn't original, authentic, or unique enough to go farther in this industry. He told her she needed to make something of her own, but that's not what Beca Mitchell does. She makes mixes of old and new tracks, matching down beats and chord progressions. Beca Mitchell does not compose music or write her own lyrics. She doesn't know how, she doesn't have the words or emotion. Everyone knows she's not good with feelings or especially speaking about them. Jesse is the only one who;s got the slightest bit close to hearing any of her worries or fears in the 3 years they'd been together.
The other night he had stayed over when she was a bit down after seeing DSM perform and now after today's blow, she couldn't resist the feeling that she needed to feel his warm body and strong arms around her. She needed to hear him, feel his touch, and just know someone believed in her. She felt a bit guilty because she hasn't been herself the last few weeks because of the incident with the Bellas, Worlds', and seeing DSM. She hated how she had become so vulnerable, but Jesse was amazing. He was so good to her and always had the right things to say, so the usually strong and tough Beca Mitchell gave in and called him.
At first, it went straight to voicemail so she left a message presuming he was asleep. Jesse not answering her call set off the first few tears. She couldn't keep them in. Every tear that fell killed her. She hated showing weakness
About ten minutes later she tidied herself up a bit, clearing away the black smudges from her eyeliner and mascara on her face just in case Fat Amy came home from doing whatever with Bumper. She didn't want to think about that though. She lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. A million thoughts (negative ones) running through her mind. Every few minutes glancing at her phone just a glint of hope still in her that he'd wake up and ring her back.
She started working on a mix for the Worlds'. Since the tiff between her and DSM she had a slight drive to prove everyone wrong. She wanted to prove to the the people who doubted her and the people waiting for the Bellas to mess up again that they were great at what they do. Not only that, but Beca Mitchell wanted to show the world what she had discovered and come to love about these girls, that the Bellas are not some dorky A Capella singing group, they're a family, a tradition, friends you'll have for the rest of your life, and a group of wonderful and talented women. She wanted to show the world that being a Bella is one of the greatest things to do and you get share it with some of the greatest people. In order to do that she knew she had to make an amazing mix to beat 'Das Sound Machine'. Tonight didn't seem to be her night; her head was too clustered to focus, so she gave up. She didn't understand though, music was her relief system, friend, the only thing besides Jesse that could make her feel happy, to feel good about herself or like she could accomplish anything and take on the world. Music was always the thing she turned to for help or reassurance when something was going bad. Why couldn't it help her tonight?
She heard a door opening downstairs. At first she thought it was just Amy, but then she heard footsteps running up the stairs, and everyone knew Amy would never RUN up the stairs. Finally the person reached her door. It swung open to reveal her knight in shining armour. He immediately ran up to her bed.
"Beca, what happened?" he asked with the greatest concern in his voice. He reached out and took her in his arms. "I got your voicemail, you had me worried. Tell me what's happened." He noticed her still slightly red and puffy face from crying. "You were crying," he stated sadly. She nodded shyly, tensing at admitting she had. "Oh, Becs, tell me what's wrong." She stayed quiet. "Please, babe, tell me! You haven't been yourself these last few weeks and I'm so worried about you. You're too stressed to focus anymore."
She didn't move an inch, all that came out was a faint whisper. "I know, I'm not good enough though." Jesse was saddened by her words. He missed his strong, confident, and self-assured girlfriend. He loved being able to comfort her, but he would give anything for her to never be sad. Seeing her like this always crushed his heart.
"You're not good enough for what?" he asked quietly. She got up a bit to face him, and tears started to threaten to fall. "I'm not good enough to be a music producer. My new boss told me I'm not original enough. I'm just able to do the same shit everyone else can."
"Oh, come on, Becs, you know that's not true. You're Beca effing Mitchell, my amazing, beautiful, and talented girlfriend". Beca let out a tiny chuckle at her boyfriends never failing enthusiasm to situations in life. Honestly, she'd be lost without him.
"Beca, I know you can do anything you want in life, your boss, well, fuck him. He's deaf, and that's just one person's opinion, ok?" That was when the tears came rolling down the sides of Beca's cheeks. She tried to hide them by turning away, but he could see them. He reached over, took her in his arms and kissed the crown of her head, taking in the smell of her lavender shampoo. She turned to him, burying her face into his shoulders, and let it all out. She couldn't hold it in anymore, she just needed to get rid of everything right then and there so she'd be able to move on. He could feel small wet patches on his shoulder. She stayed in his arms for a couple more minutes until the crying subsided. Jesse had never seen her this bad before, and he wished he could take her pain and disappointment away.
She sat up and looked at him with puffy eyes. "I just thought this was my chance, you know? I thought that this was it, that I'd found my big break."
"Becs, don't worry. There's going to be loads of other and even better opportunities for you, trust me. Now, you've had a rough couple of days. You need some rest. Do you want me to stay for another few nights?"
"Yes, please," she whispered.
"Ok, then. Let's get into bed," he said as he pushed a strand of her hair gently behind her ear.
She got in under the covers while he took off his shirt and fetched some sweats he'd left in her room the previous night. He pulled up the quilt and got in beside her, scooting closer until they were millimetres apart. He wrapped his arms around her, rubbing small circles on her back, trying to relax her. She was snuggled into his chest, feeling the heat radiating off him while listening to his steady heartbeat. Just before they both dozed off, she looked up at him.
"I love you, Jesse Swanson. I love you so much. You're an amazing man." He smiled his adorable smile before replying.
"I love you so very much." With that they gave each other a quick, adoring kiss and fell asleep in each other's arms.