Chapter 4
A/N: Surprise! I was able to find time to update! Sorry it's so short but I will make it up with a super long update when I get back from vacation, meanwhile, enjoy the chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect or any of the characters
He simply hung up on Benji, and froze in shock. The thought of her brought back a flood of memories. Some great, some bad, but every single one broke him down even more.
Jesse was sitting on the floor of his apartment in downtown LA. It was a nice place due to his success in the movie industry where had received numerous awards and recognition for his scores. He considered himself lucky to wake up every day doing a job that he loved.
But there was one problem, he was doing it all alone. By this age the romantic inside him had pictured a house in the suburbs with a beautiful wife and kids running everywhere yet his apartment was empty. He didn't even have a girlfriend to start putting his plan in motion.
Somewhere along the line he had given up hope that he could ever find somebody to replace her.
Beca Mitchell.
Beca.
Becs.
His Million Dollar Baby.
Unbeknownst to anybody, Jesse hadn't gone a day without thinking of her. His approach to their breakup was polar opposite to Beca's and sometimes he wondered if he kept reliving that day six years ago in the dorm room at Barden, that maybe he'd have a chance to do it over.
Of course, Jesse knew that this was insane and every now and then when his family and friends would try to set him up with a nice girl he thought, "I'll give it my all this time, really try to make it work." But the problem was that it never did. Around the third date it would hit him that this new stranger wasn't Beca and that nobody would ever be able to replace her in his heart.
Each poor girl did nothing wrong, yet whether they were at a movie or in a restaurant they would each see a distant look in Jesse's eyes during conversation and know that the relationship would not be continuing.
So as Jesse sat there on the couch every emotion hit him all over again, and after an hour was still slouched up against the couch crying on the floor.
It was too much for him to handle knowing that she was so close to him and yet emotionally they were light years away from each other.
At that point, something inside him clicked and he got up off the floor. He was going to do something that he had promised himself, and just about every family member he had, that he would never do.
He got out his lap top from the drawer in his desk and turned it on. As the screen came to life he heard his mother saying, "It'll only make you miss her more Jesse," and then his brother words spoke, "Dude, doing that would only make you see what you missed out on." But he didn't care. He had to see what she looked like, what she was up to, he just needed to get some thread of information about her to satisfy his wondering thoughts.
So he loaded up the internet and went to work. He poured over every Facebook, twitter, and instagram page he could find; but there was nothing.
It was like she was the only human being left on the face of the planet who was not part of any social media site. So, he resorted to the lowest of lows and went straight to Google.
At this point Jesse was looking for anything, maybe her name attached to a project from some record label or a club saying she was their local DJ. Little did he know what he was about to find.
"Holy Fuck" were the exact words that came out of Jesse's mouth when the search loaded. 18 million hits. She was famous. His very own Beca Mitchell had made it into the big leagues.
There were pages and pages of articles on her talent and ability as well as the groups she had produced for. There was a link for a page that brought him to a list of awards and nominations she had been up for and, again, Jesse let out a profanity. Beca had won two Emmy's and a god damn Grammy.
He didn't even process that it was happening but he let out a smile when he realized that she had accomplished her dreams. She was producing music, and good music at that. She was living her life the way she wanted and not stuck up at some boring job.
As he was processing this, Jesse clicked on the images link on Google.
The first picture he saw took his breath away. There she was at an awards show in a pale pink floor-length gown. Her hair was pinned up in an elegant style and her eyes were shining bright. He was surprised that Beca was wearing next to no eye liner and instead had a lightly-applied smokey eye shadow look going on. It was different sure, but she was gorgeous all the same.
As his eyes scrolled down the screen another picture caught his eye. It was Beca again except this time Jesse recognized the faces around her; the Bellas. It must've been the freshman year performance because Aubrey and Chloe were still in the picture and Beca was wearing the black high-rise pants she had on when she first kissed him.
Knowing that that picture was going to be enough to have him reminiscing all night long, Jesse was just about to close his computer when one final image flashed before his eyes.
This one broke his heart.
You couldn't see any of Beca's face because the picture was taken from behind, but what was going on was crystal clear.
She was kissing someone. This wasn't some peck on the check good-bye either. It was a full on make out session. Her legs were wrapped around the mystery man and her arms snaked through his hair.
Jesse was so taken back by the image that it took him a moment to realize that there were words written on the bottom of the picture. As he squinted closer he could see the words 'New Relationship For Beca Mitchell? We Think So!' typed in a bold font, probably from some magazine. He couldn't take it anymore, and within seconds the laptop was shut, he threw himself onto his bed, and he just cried.
What was he thinking? That she wouldn't move on? That she would still be as distraught over their breakup as he was? No way. She was Beca Mitchell, the girl with all the walls and Jesse now realized that maybe that's all she would ever be to him.
Beca's Point of View
Beca was laying on her bed in the middle of the night the day after having dinner with Benji and she was fast asleep.
A dream ran through her subconscious:
She was back at Barden, although somehow she knew she had already graduated. She was walking down the hall to her old dorm room and opened the door once she got there.
"Hey Babe," Jesse greeted her with a kiss.
"Hi Nerd," she replied back.
"I've almost got these boxes packed up," Jesse stated, "And once we put them in the truck we can head out and catch the plane to LA."
Dream Beca smiled. She was so happy that everything was going even better than she could have even imagined. She then started to move over and lift a box, however, Jesse stopped her.
"Come on Beca," He groaned, "We've had this conversation before. I don't want you lifting a finger in your condition!"
Dream Beca was now very confused
"What condition?" She questioned back
"You know…the one that I helped get you in.." Jesse hinted back as his eyes travelled down towards her stomach with a small smile on his face.
Dream Beca looked down towards her abdomen with a quizzical look on her face.
There, on her very own stomach, was a notical bump.
She woke up in a sweat still confused as to what was going on and immediately rolled over looking for Jesse to comfort her.
When he wasn't there, Beca sat up. She looked around her room and realized where she was and what year it was.
Beca groaned and flopped back on her bed. "It had felt so real," she thought to herself.
But what concerned her more was that in those 5 minutes she had been "back at Barden", she was way happier than she had even been remotely close to during her 6 years in LA.
A/N: Don't worry I promise there will be some Beca/Jesse interaction in the next chapter! Review please! :)