disclaimers: i do not own pitch perfect or any of its characters. neither do i own the song cat and mouse - no, it belongs to the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
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SPRING BREAK YR.2
Jesse waved goodbye as Becca left. Unlike most students, he has chosen to remain at school for the spring break. Smiling, he turned back and made his way to the house given to the Trebles by the University.
Closing the door behind him, Jesse spotted Donald lounging on the couch, watching Phineas and Ferb on the TV. Almost on instinct his eyes wandered to the Indian's tanned and lithely muscled arm that was hanging over the couch.
He caught himself in time for the Hindi to turn around and give him a small nod. He nodded in return and jogged to his room. Sighing, he sat on his bed, putting his face in his hands, groaning guiltily.
Raising his head his eyes wandered to a framed picture of him and Becca in his night stand. He thinks highly of Becca and respects her, she is beautiful and amazing – she even raps. She's all the things he would love to have in a lover and he does love her. Thinking about her, made him bite his lip, guilt threatening to overwhelm him, because she really is an amazing girl; it's just that, she could never be what he truly wants.
Unbidden, his mind wanders to dark brown hands and equally dark brown eyes roaming and feeling him up. To how awkwardly perfect it is to kiss brown-red lips, his nose bumping into a pair of glasses perched on a long straight nose and after how his breath hitches every time he sees HIM – that's another issue with Jesse, his lover is a him, not a her. Jesse has never really considered himself gay, he had always liked girls… until now, maybe he isn't so straight after all. Because he's be a liar if he said that his lover's skin like dark chocolate didn't turn him on; or the defined abs that looks incredibly like a bar of Hershey's.
He didn't really mind being gay for his lover but he has a girlfriend, an amazing person who didn't deserve his lies. Besides, he and his lover weren't really a thing either, they were just… them. Sure, they hang out, eat out together, talk all night long about everything, they enjoy each other's company but whatever is between them goes unlabeled, something they understood (or at least he'd like to think that) but never really talked about.
Jesse sighed again, Donald's staying at their aca-home over the spring break as well and he can already feel the stress that goes with being overwhelmingly happy with something you know you should stop doing.
Jesse sang quietly to himself
"Am I supposed to be happy? With all I ever wanted, it comes with a price"
Cat and Mouse by Red Jumpsuit Appratus