A/N: Hey again, Aca-comunity(?) I'm back with another story, hopefully this will be longer and hopefully you'll like it just as much as you liked Love Drunk, which I'm totally grateful for.
Oh-kay, so this is a bit different than my other PP fic and it's inspired by 'Expressions' of user LizzieMorewolfe, if you haven't read it, I highly recommend it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect, the characters, etc. nor I own Pulp Fiction by Oh-So-Wonderful Quentin Tarantino.
Time: A nonspatial continuum in which events occur in apparently irreversible succession from the past through the present to the future. An interval separating two points on this continuum; a duration.
Tik, tok.
The clock's way of saying that something's not right, because, let's face it: you don't even notice the clock when you're having a normal –even beautiful- day, you just notice its ticking late at night, when you can't sleep, or when you're stressed, or simply when you have a bad feeling.
Well, Jesse was having one of those moments when you hear the clock ticking non-stop and nothing else. He was frowning because, one: his computer didn't want to read his copy of Pulp Fiction and two: he had a knot in the pit of his stomach telling him something was off tonight –besides his cold, that is-.
But there was a knock on his door that took him out of his train of thought and Jesse wondered who could be there at such a strange hour –he glanced at the despised clock on his wall- on a Friday night. He wasn't feeling so well, so he made the sacrifice of staying in that night while everyone else went out to party, celebrating the Winter Break.
He got up from his bed, put his laptop aside, wrapped himself in his blanket and went to get the door. There she was, Beca Mitchell in all her cold and badass yet beautiful glory.
That thought hurt him, because he knew things were weird between them for the past couple of weeks. She was cold and distant and it annoyed him, because after almost 3 years of dating he still couldn't seem to tear her walls down completely and it hurt, more than he could ever admit.
And he also knew their relationship was going downhill but he didn't want to acknowledge it, but it was, and there was no way around it. Beca's walls were going back up; she avoided him at times and didn't smile that often, and the worst part was that he was doing so as well. He mirrored her coldness and it was drifting them apart.
Jesse raised his eyebrows at the sight of his girlfriend –if he could still call her that- and he tried to smile but instead of a smile he welcomed her with a violent cough.
"How are you?" Beca asked, making her way inside the apartment Jesse, Benji and Donald shared. "Stupid question. I know. You practically showered me in your germs".
Jesse followed Beca to his bedroom. He scanned her petit figure and he knew she either went to his place after an early night with the Bellas or she was having her Bellas Night after stopping by.
She sat on the edge of his bed and he stood by the doorway, still wrapped in his blanket. He heard her attempt of a joke and he knew very well it was a habit she picked up from him; she tried to joke to ease the awkwardness in the environment, and he was proud that she at least could take that with her afterwards… He shook his head. He was probably just being paranoid, maybe Beca was just PMSing or something, right?
Right.
Jesse stared at her and she stared at her hands. After a couple of minutes of utter silence and standing by the doorway, he decided he should take a seat and wait for her to say it.
Tik, tok.
"Want something to drink?" Jesse asked, precautious, finally breaking the heavy silence. Beca shook her head, but she still wasn't looking at him. She, instead, looked out of his window.
Tik, tok.
"I don't think we should keep doing this anymore". Beca said, and Jesse could've sworn he saw tears forming in her eyes, he probably was just imagining stuff; for his own sake.
Even though they both knew this moment was coming, the hurt they felt was inevitable. Hell, the situation itself was inevitable, because if they didn't call it quits right now and kept pretending like everything was fine they would end up hating each other's gut –Beca would, at least, because Jesse could never hate her, even if he wanted to-.
"It's for the best, Jesse. You know that, right?" Beca added, finally making eye contact with him. His eyes were watery, but unlike Beca, he didn't care if she knew what he was feeling, in fact he wanted her to know it.
"I know". He replied, nodding slowly as he stood up again. His voice was deeper than usual, due to his sickness and sadness. He was sad because he didn't want to lose her, because he was in love with her and she was the most important thing in the world and he wanted to spend all the time he could with her, but it was done now. He'd lost her.
"You have to know something, Jesse". Beca said, walking towards him slowly. "It's not that I don't love you anymore, because I do". She tried to swallow the lump in the back of her throat. "It's just…"
"No, I know". Jesse added. He stood up and closed the little distance that was between them. "I know things are not working the way they should. I know you're not entirely happy and I know we should take some time apart". They looked into each other's eyes. They were both sad, they knew their time together was coming to an end; an end neither wanted but both knew they needed.
"Some time". Beca repeated and held his hand. "It's not forever".
Jesse tried to smile but he couldn't; he'd always had a hard time hiding his thoughts and feelings, he wasn't like Beca, he wasn't strong enough.
"Yeah, but it'll feel like that". He replied, squeezing her hand.
They looked at each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity until Beca caved and hugged him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Jesse surrounded her small frame with his strong arms. He rested his head on her and she sniffled his shirt. They missed each other already.
Jesse walked Beca to the door and once there Beca spoke up again.
"Don't you forget about me, weirdo". She tried to crack a smile but her tears and muffled sobs didn't let her.
Jesse hated seeing her like that, even more now because he knew that, somehow, he was the reason behind Beca's sadness and he hated himself for it.
"No amount of time will be enough to do that, Bec". Jesse replied, as honestly as he could even if it was one of the cheesiest things he'd said. Beca smirked, because she noticed the cheesiness that was her boyf –Jesse.
"So long, Jesse".
"So long, Beca".
And then she turned around and walked down the hall to the elevator. She got inside and before the doors completely closed, she waved at him with a faint smile; he did the same.
Jesse closed the door behind him and leaned against it. He looked over at the clock on the wall –again- and he realized that it'd been almost 2 hours since Beca arrived.
Time flew by when he was with her and now she was gone until God knows when. He hated the time. Why couldn't he stop it and live happily ever after with the woman he loved? Why did time always make things go wrong?
"Traitor". He muttered towards the clock before getting locked up in his room.
Jesse Swanson, everybody: official loony who called his clock names because his girlfriend broke up with him.
He sat on his bed again, still wrapped up in his blanket and stared at the wall. Now the only thing he could do was to wait for the time to pass by until his and Beca's paths reunited, once again.
So this is the first chapter and I'm sorry that it started off as angsty and sad and whatnot, but it'll get better, I promise. At least I hope so. Honestly, I don't know how I feel about this but alrighty. As always, reviews and critiques are welcome and once again I apologise for any grammatical errors you might found, remember English is not my first language.