Pitch Perfect One-Shots

Chapter CLXXII - Bechloe: It's Just Business

Idea by justnobody31

"Jesse!" Beca giggled.

"What?" The young man teased, peppering the woman's neck with delicate kisses.

"Come on, I have to get home. I was supposed to be home half an hour ago."

Jesse sighed and released the brunette from his arms. "Your dad is old school."

"Tell me something I don't know," Beca huffed, pulling the blanket off her lap before hopping out of the tray of Jesse's pick-up truck. "He says that it's really important and he's just written to me again so you better get me home."

"Yes, my lady."

Getting out of the tray, Jesse and Beca got in the cabin as the man drove away from the hilltop. Beca was never into star gazing but it was really nice with Jesse. Beca never thought she would date someone like Jesse and more so be infatuated with him but she was. They had dated for two years and were still happy and Jesse still did corny, cliché things like star gazing and talking about the future. It was cringeworthy but Beca loved it for some strange reason.

"Your mansion, my lady," Jesse said, pulling up at Beca's house that wasn't quite a mansion but was pretty close.

"It's not mine - it's my parent's," she clarified. "It's not as great as you think it is when you live in it all your life."

"I suppose but still, you're fortunate than most."

"So are you."

Jesse chuckled. "Okay, let me rephrase it - you're more fortunate than the fortunate. How's that?"

Beca laughed. "Better, I guess. Anyway, I should get in there. I wonder what crap my dad's got in store for me this time."

"Go get 'em, girl. Kiss first."

Smiling, Beca leaned over and kissed the man.

"See you tomorrow," she concluded.

"You bet."

Beca left Jesse and walked through the front door where her name was called immediately. The brunette sighed and turned into the living room where her parents were waiting.

"Where have you been?" Her father probed, his brow furrowed.

"With Jesse. You know that. Why are you so pissy?"

"I'm pissy because you were meant to be home half an hour ago!"

"Dad, I'm twenty-three. I'm not a kid anymore."

"No, but you're still my daughter and I need to talk to you about something important. Sit down."

"Harry, go easy on her," Beca's mother spoke and he nodded.

Beca obeyed and sat across from her parents and when she did, she noticed a complete shift in their demeanor. Their eyes were fixed, their bodies were tense, and they gave off an anxious, troubled vibe that seeped into Beca to the point where she felt troubled herself.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

The man brushed his short, brown hair back with his hands and sighed. "Donna, do you want to tell her?"

"No, you better."

"Our business isn't going too well... We lost a lot of money over that deal we did several months ago."

"What? I thought you were able to recoup that money?" Beca replied.

"I thought so, too but it was harder than I thought and we're getting into trouble that we don't want."