Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect.
Summary: The time without him is worse than she could have imagined. JesseBeca, set during the movie, oneshot
So...I just think this movie is amazing and wonderful and perfect. I just watched it for the first time a few weeks ago and have since bought the film for myself. I just adore the characters and everything. I hope I do them justice. I just love Jesse and Beca's relationship and this is just a little drabbly piece I needed to get out of my system, set just after the two of them fall out, right before the finals. Please enjoy!
Void
Beca stares at her computer screen.
She clicks furiously, bringing various songs together and mashing them up, adding certain beats to make them undeniably hers. This comforts her a great deal, she finds. It always has. Despite her utter passion for music, she finds that - obviously, though it is such a cliché thing to say - it is a great escape from the world. From her problems.
Well, from one problem.
To be honest, she doesn't want to admit that he was the problem (because it was all her, she knows), but that pesky little voice in the back of her mind just keeps pestering her.
She places her hands on the headphones currently covering her ears as if to drown out said pesky voice with the thrumming of her new mash-up. She closes her eyes, listening to everything, trying to pick out things that just don't fit. Finding none, she saves the song to her flash drive before taking off her headphones hanging them around her neck.
And then, against her will, she starts to think of him.
The fight they had...the harsh words that were said...she doesn't want to think of them, wants to act like they had never happened. For some strange reason, she thinks that it was all a strange dream. She never thought that the two of them would have such a conflict.
Then again...I push people away.
She extricates herself from her desk, moving over to her bed and flopping down on it, a great sigh leaving her as she does so and then immediately an image of Jesse assaults her. Beca puts her hands over her face, rubbing her eyes as if that would be enough to banish the thought of him from her head.
She doesn't like feeling this way, doesn't like feeling like she needs someone so much, but there it is, as blatant as a streak of color on a pure white canvas.
Opening her eyes and scanning her room, she finds The Breakfast Club DVD sitting so innocently on her bookshelf, and she thinks of him.
Again.
His dark eyes and dorky smile, the fact that he loves movies and music so passionately, and his voice and the way he carries himself...
And the way he cares for her.
Beca raises herself off the bed, grabbing the movie and turning it over and over in her hands.
She will win him back.
There is no other option.
End.