Becemily oneshots// 2018

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It's not often Beca gets the Bella house to herself, so when she comes home on a Thursday evening to see that nobody is in, she knows immediately that she should make the most of it.

She tests the waters first, just in case any of them are hiding away in their rooms. She shouts, as loud as she can, "there are cookies on the table!" because she knows for a fact that if anybody was in, they'd been down the stairs within seconds, wanting to get the cookies before they're all gone.

And then just to be extra safe, she gets her laptop out and plays her music through the Bluetooth speakers in the living room as loud as she can. She knows from experience that somebody will come downstairs and complain about the loud music when they're trying to study. Once again though, the only form of life in the house is from Beca herself and Stacie's pet snake, and she sighs happily, thankful to have some peace before everyone gets back from class in – she looks at the time on her phone – probably around forty minutes.

She changes into a pair of shorts and an old t-shirt, before going into the kitchen for the Cheetos she has stashed at the back of her designated cupboard. Amy tends to steal from her – both her purse and her food cupboard – so she'd punched the back of the cupboard in and hid the sealed bag behind it. Sure, she'll have to pay for the damages, but it's the only place she can hide her things in without at least one of the Bellas stealing them.

After pouring herself a glass of coke, she takes her snacks into the living room and places them onto the table in front of her. And maybe she doesn't use a coaster, just to be extra rebellious, because she knows Chloe would kill her if she saw that she wasn't using a coaster, but she doesn't care. She has the Bella house to herself and she–

She hears the door open, and then the sound of shoes scuffing against the doormat and then.

Emily.

"Yeah no, it's fine. I'm here now anyway so I'll just hang out for a bit. I have homework to do. Okay. Okay, yes, okay. Love you too, Chlo. Bye. Oh, hi Beca." Beca blinks, mouth open to say something, but nothing comes out. She blinks again a few times, closing her mouth and swallowing. "Are... you okay?"

"What are you doing here?" She doesn't mean for it to come out harshly, but she just sat down, in the house that she's supposed to have to herself, and she looks dreadful, and she desperately wanted to be able to listen to Mamma Mia in peace without someone making fun of her.

"I meet Chloe here every Thursday after Bio class. She usually takes me for ice cream but she had to cancel."

Beca reaches over for the throw on the back of the couch to put over her bare legs and nods.

"Right. Why does she take you for ice cream at," she looks at her phone again, "5PM on a Thursday?"

"Oh, um," Emily drops her bag on the floor and walks further into the living room, sitting down on the couch beside Beca. "On Thursdays I have a really shi-crappy professor."

"Shicrappy?"

Emily laughs, pulling her feet up so she's sitting cross-legged, and Beca watches as she scoots a little closer. Way too close than a normal person would be, but Beca concluded a few weeks ago that Emily Junk is not a normal person, so she lets it slide.

Not normal in the best way, of course. It's completely endearing, and absolutely adorable. Two words that Beca will never ever say out loud.

"He just... sucks. He's mean and... he jokes about stupid stuff. Stuff that shouldn't be joked about."

"Need me to beat him up?"

Emily laughs again. "No thanks, but I appreciate that."

"Dope."