When Jesse had first seen the video, two days before, he had lost control. He had been sitting at his piano, in his practice room, with motivational posters and trophies surrounded by him. Instruments he once played and lost interest in, a wall lined with mirrors for dance practice and to watch his gorgeous self play piano. With his ego undoubtedly crushed, he went on a destructive rampage. He tore up old sheet music, new posters, threw his arranged dance shoes across the room with wildlife like screams. It was midnight, but it didn't matter. He shut his computer off angrily and threw it feet away from him onto the sofa in the room. He didn't care that he had been in mid conversation with about 4 people, had been searching nearby auditions, making a poster to invite his vocal adrenaline mates to his latest recital. All of that didn't matter, nothing did. He buried his face in his hands and muffled a scream. He couldn't believe all his hard work was lost. Everything was gone. He stood up, pacing angrily, destroying almost everything that came into contact with him. He opened the top of the gorgeous black grand piano and thought of how to destroy the majestic beast that had consumed his life and dreams for so long, when his phone rang. He dropped the tool in his hand, aghast at his own thought for destroying one of his most prized possessions.

The catchy Broadway tune of a ring tone made him sick to his stomach and he didn't know why he answered. He knew nothing could make this day worse.

"Way to ditch me" Sunshine's cheery voice called. "We were in the middle of a conversation?" she prompted, he mumbled a sorry.

"What's up?" she asked, almost concerned and in one heated, angry breath, he nearly screamed the name of the video and how upset he was. His emotion was taking over.

"Ok, Jesse. Breathe" she told him, but had to repeat the word three times before he actually did. "It's not the end of the world, I promise we'll figure it out"

She calmed him down and promised to come to his place soon, to properly cheer him up in person. Busy with rehearsal and practice, she came two days later and brought musicals with her.

They sat on his couch, trying to be consumed in Cabaret. He had expended all his emotion in the first days and now hardly could speak, let alone smile. The emotion, or more accurately, the fire that usually powered his mega star ego forward, had been extinguished. His practice room was still a mess from the tantrum two days earlier.

"It'll be all right" was all she could say and she felt like a broken record, not able to think how else to comfort him. She had never known his passion or his real fire, she had only seen the broken man after his dreams repeatedly got crushed. Seen him as shattered glass, not the perfectly brilliant, intact and shinning man he used to, and was supposed to be.

She squeezed his hand tightly and promised to be back with more musicals and cheering up equipment soon and left him as a mess, watching Cabaret, before getting into her car and driving to the video store.

Rachel had only been to Jesse's house twice before. She rang the doorbell after having knocked twice and barely recognized him when he finally came to the door. His hair was in complete disarray, which would be laughable if the situation wasn't so grave. He wore an old band shirt too big for him, and probably of some band he had never even heard of. He also had on blue unflattering sweatpants that must have been from some sophomore sports team, according to the stenciled year on the butt.

"Hi" he grumbled and she thought eerily of Ross from Friends in the pilot episode.

"Hey" she tried to put enthusiasm in her tone, but it was lost in the delivery.

"You've seen it" he commented in a gruff monotone.

"Ya" she nodded weakly. He turned from the door without another word, heading into the house. She followed him, shutting the door behind her and trailed him back to the living room. Glasses and mugs littered the coffee table. A half eaten bowl of popcorn sat in the middle of the couch. Cabaret was paused in mid-song on the giant tv across from the couch.

Suddenly a memory of the past plagued her: one time when they had made out heavily on that couch. She blushed at how he had greedily pressed her lips with his own, kissing and nibbling all down her neck and making her shriek, as a musical played in the background. She couldn't even recall which one, since they had been so busy and much more content with being horizontal, attached at the lips.

She cleared her throat, wondering if she was red, she locked the memory away. It's not why she was here after all. Jesse placed the popcorn bowl on the coffee table, though there wasn't space, it rested half on some half filled glasses of already flat soda. The bowl fell lopsided and a few kernels fell onto the table. He was beyond caring and plummeted into the comfy couch cushions face first. Rachel sat near his feet, though there wasn't enough space for her. She edged his feet away, further up the couch and was able to squeeze in enough to seat herself.

"It's going to be ok" she soothed, though she hardly thought it would be and would rather not picture what she would do, had the same thing happened to her. She placed a hand on his back, tracing a circle with her fingers against the cotton fabric of his shirt. She tried to think of how to cheer him up, but if Liza Minnelli wasn't doing the trick, she would certainly be no help. He grumbled something into the couch.

"What?" she asked delicately. He tried not to think of her hand resting on his back, telling himself it was just affable. He strained his neck, lifting his face out of the cushions.

"How can you say that?" he clarified and then dove his face back into the brown leather of the couch.

"I-" she began but he turned his face out of the couch to face the tv. To speak clearly. He looked down to her. He sighed deeply.

"UCLA wont accept me at all now" he muttered "Maybe I should go back to VA and be a four year senior for the rest of my life"

"That isn't you" she countered, shaking her head.

"Now it is" he responded bitterly.

"What, a shell of yourself?" she asked.

"Why even have dreams?" he responded. "They're just for sleeping. Ask Dicaprio".

"Jesse, If you can't make it there isn't hope for the rest of us. You're incredible. We just need to show people the real you. We can release our own video. Filmed live so it's without a doubt authentic. Not only will UCLA say they never for once believed it was you, they'll be begging to take you in. It'll be so Pretty Woman. " she assured though she wondered if it was all possible. Hadn't he had to submit an audition tape to them anyway? Or would they have to reevaluate his application, with this new knowledge, the new idea that he was in reality, a computably enhanced failure.

"Why are you giving up so easily anyway?" she looked at him shocked and he turned his face into the cushion, muffling a scream.

"Cuz I'm fucking sick of it" he responded once he had turned his head back to the tv, she winced at the swear word. His anger was lacking in the sentence, the emotion buried beneath the surface of the apathy, like a waiting sea creature.

"First they fail me. Then they make me stay in a place I don't want. I couldn't reapply, I couldn't do anything. I've never been so powerless before. And It's not like I had the money to pack up and leave and go to LA. So I had to just sit there and take it." he paused, taking a sharp breath in. "And then I think there's hope for maybe a second when I came back here. New Directions. Maybe I could suffer through a year and it would be ok. And then I get met with hate and rejection every turn and now this. I mean, there's no point anymore. I'm already ruined."

"And way too dramatic" she commented lightly, though he was far from laughing. "But really, you can not give up"

"You could've told me that in the summer and I would've believed you" he responded bitterly.

"Well, the Jesse I know would make another video and bounce back. Turn it into fame" she commented.

"He's gone"

"Just when I wanted him back so badly? When I'm in love with him?" she asked, wondering if the bearing of feelings would help at all. If not, it was a shot in the dark and she would loose him and the element of surprise all in one.

He sat up at that, feet away from her now.

"Really?" he asked. She heard her own sharp intake of breath at his vulnerability. She met his gaze head on and nodded. He couldn't believe it. Even if he did, she knew she didn't deserve this version of him. This pathetic mess. Maybe she was telling him so he would go back to being himself. Maybe she was just being dramatic and couldn't mean it, she was just overstating the fact that she liked him. Making it a grand, exaggerated gesture to get his attention. If that was the case, it had worked.

"I don't think I ever got over you" she whispered, scared of how bare she felt.

He stared at her with his mouth gaping open. He closed it and then opened it again to say something. The words left him.

"Rach-"

"Lets get you better, I wouldn't go for this version of you. He's embarrassing" she forced the words out finally, and wondered if the light tone she was trying to convey was there at all.

"Sophomore volleyball doesn't do it for you?" he teased and she smiled. She was glad the mood was somewhat light again. He was glad they were off the topic of love, he could say those words, he wouldn't mean them though, not yet. He was an actor after all, he could say them with the right intonation and they could cuddle up and watch Cabaret until life really reflected one, or he could wait. For if he said them now, and then wanted to say them in a month, or months, he wouldn't be able to. He wouldn't be able to say he hadn't meant them and now did. He could either wait and know that he loved her, be ready to say the words. That, or he could just tell her now. Exaggerate his emotions and loose himself in the role of Rachel's Jesse.

"Volleyball?" she asked with a laugh. "Depressing that you still have those pants"

"You said it yourself, revenge suits me better and I can take them off" he smirked, reaching forward and taking her hand in his. She blushed and he continued talking before she could respond.

"I'm thinking Sweeney's epiphany? Really it's just sad they're so jealous of my talent. I will have vengeance" he sang the last line and she smiled brightly.

"I almost forgot your real voice" she smirked "That stupid video. I honestly didn't know" she confessed "I asked them not to, but I had no idea how far it would go" she promised and he nodded. "I came over as soon as I saw the video"

"I'm just glad you're here"

"I thought you could use an audience for your dramatic depression"

"It's a good thing you showed up then" he muttered. A door slammed in the distance. Jesse knew Sunshine had returned. He hadn't been watching Cabaret alone after all. Rachel thought it was from a neighboring home, and yet it sounded sinisterly close, so she couldn't be sure. She thought nothing of it.

Sunshine walked into the living room, not looking at them but instead at the dvds she had just picked up.

"Before you made me go on this dvd run, I was saying they just don't understand you, they're bastards for thinking a little thing like this will get you down-" she finally looked up and stopped short in her sentence.

"Oh hey, Rachel" she recovered with a pleasant tone and a smile. "I'll just leave these here" she commented to Jesse, placing them on a table near the door. The uncomfortableness growing with the silence.

"You are in the middle of Cabaret, I should be the one going" Rachel offered, but made no effort to get off the couch.

"No, we've seen it before. It's fine" Sunshine commented. "Seriously, I don't want to be the third wheel"

"Three is sometimes a good idea" Jesse commented in sultry tone with a wink.

"Stop!" Sunshine cut him off with a forced laugh. "Anyway you have to get better or it'll be too easy to beat you at Regionals. Man, Vocal Adrenaline will so suck without you" she added sarcastically. He almost smiled, wondering if a confession was coming. "I could beat this depression version of you easy, piece of cake. See you then" she smirked, though the heaviness of her emotions weighed in the air. A good bye speech looming.

"No, we can catch up later" Rachel said, the last of her sentence lost in a whisper as she locked eyes with him. She smirked. "Dinner?"

"Seriously Rachel, you're not leaving. He actually looks like a person with you here" Sunshine commented and Jesse laughed.

"Oh my gosh, he's laughing!" Sunshine exclaimed. "Did you drug him?"

"Don't I get a say? Please, can't you make up? I need both of you to recover." He asked with a smile that neither could resist.

Rachel laughed in response. "Listen, I'll overlook you being in Vocal Adrenaline and having ditched Glee club at our clearly superior school" ( Jesse made no comment, though thinking that he was at Carmel High only 6 months ago) Rachel was continuing "we need your help" She smiled. "We're making a super Jesse revenge video. It'll be epic"

"Don't let her make the video!" Jesse interjected suddenly and turned to Rachel with a pleading look. "Sorry, but Run Joey Run was a catastrophe"

"He's right. It kind of broke us up" Rachel nodded "I have to admit I cannot make the best video. Give us a hand?" she smiled as a peace offering. It was a big step for her after all, sharing Jesse.

"Fine I'll stay. No more allusions to threesomes though" Sunshine looked at him cross. He threw in a dummy expression of innocence to the girls. Neither of them looked amused.

"I think I need a performance for this recovery to be complete" Jesse commented with a sly smirk. "Ladies, If you'll indulge me?" he asked with a grin that they could ever say no to.

"If you change out of those pants and shirt, sure" Sunshine smiled, "give us time to discuss our song."

She smiled and he nodded, leaping off the couch and disappeared.

"Thanks" Rachel commented, though she wasn't sure she was the one who needed to say it.

"I was thinking Dream Girls? The title song" Sunshine offered and Rachel laughed.

"Sounds perfect" she responded.

"I'll be right back though, I left some stuff in the car" Rachel nodded and leaned back into the couch. She heard the door slam behind her and located the remote on the coffee table. She clicked play and cringed at the song, trying not to think of how well the words suited her at that very moment.

Maybe this time,

I'll be lucky. Maybe this time he'll stay.

Maybe this time, for the first time. Love won't hurry away.

She hated how much she had bared her soul. How he had promised not to be friends with Sunshine and yet here they were, in the midst of Cabaret, with at least 3 other planned musicals. She paused the musical, thinking to herself and wondering if she was even at all ready to dive back into being in love with Jesse. She feared for her heart.

"Hey" Jesse prompted, coming down the stairs.

"Hey" she turned to face him. "Much better" she commented on his clean black v neck and dark jeans.

"All for you" he teased.

"Are you ready for this? I'm Henry Higgens, you're Eliza-" she began and he laughed.

"What!" she asked at his laugh. "I was serious"

"I don't need to learn how to sing"

"Maybe not 4 years ago. You're slipping back into it, sharp all the time."

"Too soon for jokes!" he smiled, seating himself on the couch, leaning mostly into her. Their arms were touching and she leaned into his chest a bit.

"Where's Sunshine?" he interjected.

"Ain't no Sunshine when she's gone?" Rachel asked, pulling out of his arms.

"Honestly, I'm just thinking about my reputation" he answered back, distracted. He grabbed a notepad from the floor, lying half under the couch and a pen from the coffee table and started writing names of songs for the video. She stared at the television blankly. She had been testing him, had wanted an affirmation that there was no sunshine when she was gone and if he indeed wanted her, Sunshine would have to be gone. She hadn't expected him to say the words back, but had wanted him to.

The night passed with laughter. An ordered pizza, squeezed onto the couch with Jesse in the middle as they watched musicals, debated who sang it better and at the same time, tried not to think of how jealous they were of the others. How if they others had fame first, how much they would hate them. Sunshine headed home early and waved them goodbye as she climbed into her custom Vocal Adrenaline provided car.

"All alone" Jesse commented and Rachel nodded. Rachel was waiting for him to say what she wanted to hear. To repeat her embarrassing yet obvious professions of love. She had thought that he hadn't said anything because Sunshine was there, but knew know that wasn't the case. She took her jacket from his hall closet. He didn't move.

"I should go to" she responded, putting her jacket on. "My dads will be arriving to pick me up shortly, then we're going to karaoke" he waited for his invitation. He waited a beat.

"Can I come?" he asked with a teasing tone.

"Family night" she responded "Unless you have something to say to me?" he laughed gruffly, it was clear he didn't know what she meant.

"You're beautiful, an amazing singer, I want to be with you?" he took a shot in the dark but she just opened his front door. "The brightest star!" he was grappling for words.

"You're going to stop seeing her, right?" She asked suddenly.

"Rachel, you're the one I want to be with" he responded, but for some reason this just infuriated her more. It was hardly answering the question at all. She nodded, trying to hide the anger and kissed him on the cheek.

"I'll see you" she responded and went out his front door, slamming it shut as she did. She loved the resounding sound of the slamming door, the definite ringing effect that it left. There she stood in the cold, on his drive way for 5 minutes until her ride finally showed up. He felt like a fool.

She was singing Hopelessly Devoted to You into her mirror when he finally called. She picked up on the fourth ring and couldn't help be upset overall.

"Hey, so I don't think I can go to school tomorrow. Can you tell me what the glee assignment is?" he asked and she bit down her anger, forcing it out of her mind. Had she actually said I love you? Had he actually heard her? Was she going out of her mind? She was unsure of where the words had even come from. They had consumed her and forced their way out of her lips and when they hung in the air all she could do is acknowledge that they were true. She knew she should think of him and his recovery and how her words had single handedly changed his whole disposition. She could only hear the silence. The place where his words were supposed to mirror her own. She felt as if she was standing in front of a mirror practice room and yet her reflection refused to oblige her with the same motions, she was standing alone, out on a ledge and putting all the work in. She breathed in deeply and forced the dramatic thoughts down.

"No, you should go to school. Prove that it doesn't matter what they think about you" she reassured. He breathed deeply in frustration on the line.

"Ya that's what Sunshine said"

"So you talked to her?" she asked, trying not to let him hear the shock or anger.

"She called me to see how I'm doing, how I'm feeling." She heard the hint but didn't bite. She heard the phone click over their silence.

"Well, I should let you go" he spoke slowly.

"Fine" she responded.

"Rachel, why is this so difficult?" he asked abruptly.

"It's not, I'm just singing Hopelessly Devoted to you. And that's what I am. Just hopeless. It's clear you don't feel the same" she snapped finally. She heard him breathe in exasperated and waited for the inevitable apology and disconnection.

"Fine" he commented and began singing to her over the phone. If she wasn't so mad she would've loved it. If she hadn't just wanted a few words to make it all right, she would adore him in this moment. If there was no betrayal on the table, no Sunshine near by, she would've been in his arms, singing the duet with him. She tried not to notice that he started right after the "I love you" line of the song and just tried to focus on how pleasant his voice sounded. She almost thought of Enchanted and wondered if he was made to finish her duet. She focused back on his singing, trying to force her feelings down. It was impossible to take the words back out of the air and cram them back through her mouth. There was no hope, the ball was in his court. She listened for her cue and responded perfectly.

"The world is at war

Filled with death and disease

We dance on the edge of destruction

The globe's getting warmer by deadly degrees"

he sang to her and she sang her cued line. " and this is one fucked up seduction"

He continued without a beat but she could hear the smile on his face.

"This planet is pretty much broken beyond all repair

But one thing is working if you're standing there

Perfect for you, I could be perfect for you"

He finished the song and waited on the call. She said nothing until he prompted her.

"Rach?" he asked delicately, hoping he had done the right thing.

"Perfect" she muttered, and he heard the click of the disconnected lines. She had hung up before he could tell she was crying.

She threw the phone on her bed, dramatically though no one was there to watch her performance. She wanted to scream. She felt unnoticed and yet so clear and visible and bare. She hated herself for the words she had said and more him for not feeling the same. Yet she felt sick for hating him, she wanted to call him up again and sob into his voice, listening to him and feeling his comforting tone. She resisted, she had to be strong. She had already given too much of herself in the relationship, and it had barely started. She feared for the future and for her heart to be broken all over again.

The next day, Jesse wandered the halls, getting looks and some snide remarks from fellow classmates he had barely known. Over night, or three nights to be exact, everyone knew his name. Jacob Israel kept chasing after him, asking for his story and a comments on myspace and proper singing technique. It was too much for him to bear. He was considering bailing. He knew he was stronger than this, but then a comment from Sue and Becky drove him insane. He knew he shouldn't let it get to him. He hated being a joke. He wanted to handle it better. Most of all, he didn't want to be there at all.

At lunch Rachel found no sign of Jesse in the cafeteria. She wondered if he cared that she had left. If he even cared about her at all. She felt foolish for the words she had said, more so that he hadn't said them back. The most for his text today that asked her to come over to join him and Sunshine for movie making. She barely wanted to see him at school, but couldn't stand to think that he had skipped out early from embarrassment.

She headed towards the auditorium, the last place she would look for him before giving up. Not wanting him to know she was looking for him.

She approached the stage. A single spot hung, illuminating him in the center with an enlarged shadow cast back, shooting up against the white painted background.

"You can't hide in here" she called to him. She came up the steps and sat beside him. He picked up a piece of dry chipping paint from the stage floor and threw it passively from himself. He followed it's falling path with his eyes, not looking at her. She sat inches away from him.

"Everyone knows. Saw the video. I can see it on their faces."

She took his hand absently in hers.

"Has anyone said anything?" she asked delicately, but she had seen him get slushied that morning. He had cleaned up most of the mess successfully. She had wanted to help but resisted. She hadn't felt that he needed her. She didn't want to wait on him already, to give all of herself into the relationship again.

"Nothing I can't handle" he muttered "usually" he added in a whisper.

He squeezed her hand and turned to her.

"It helps that you are here" he smiled and leaned in to kiss her. She pulled away, taking her hand out of his.

"Jesse, we can't" she grumbled.

"What?" he asked, he looked taken aback.

"You smell like sticky cherry slushie and I can't do this now" She stood up.

"You don't look sorry" he commented.

"I didn't say I was" she retorted.

"Is this about trust?" he thought of mentioning Sunshine, but decided better of it. "I thought you said you weren't over me. Yesterday, on my couch? We both heard what you said."

"Before Sunshine and I serenaded you with a song. Before the three of us finished Cabaret, got pizza and planned your video. Then you mean?"

"Was it true or not?" he asked standing up now, ignoring her question. "Did you just say it to get me moving. To make me feel better. Am I some pity case to you?" it sounded vile when he said it like that. Cruel even. He didn't dare mention he had won regionals and she hadn't, that he didn't need anyone's pity. Not even hers.

"Look, I don't have a lot of good qualities to go on right now. You're in a bad place and depressed and-"

"Was it true or not Rachel?" he repeated, adamant.

"It was" she choked the words out. "You didn't even say it back!"

"I'm a guy! I told you I care about you"

"I know, I don't want you to say it, I get that, It's just" she lied.

"Then what's the problem?" He asked bluntly. "I said, I think you're gorgeous and smart and perfect for me. I want to be with you"

She groaned loudly and shook her head as if to say he didn't get it. Instead of trying to reason with him, she burst into a cappella song.

Words!

Words! Words! I'm so sick of words!

I get words all day through;

First from him, now from you! Is that all you blighters can do?

Don't talk of stars Burning above; If you're in love,

Show me! Tell me no dreams

Filled with desire. If you're on fire,

Show me! Here we are together in the middle of the night!

Don't talk of spring! Just hold me tight!

Anyone who's ever been in love'll tell you that

This is no time for a chat! Haven't your lips

Longed for my touch? Don't say how much,

Show me! Show me! Don't talk of love lasting through time.

Make me no undying vow. Show me now!

He cut her off before she could continue the next verse. He retaliated with a different song.

You are woman, I am man

You are smaller, so I can be taller than,

You are softer to the touch,

It's a feeling I like feeling very much.

You are someone I've admired,

Still, our friendship

Leaves something to be desired.

Does it take more explanation than this?

You are woman, I am man-

Let's kiss.-

"JESSE!" she stopped him. They had basically been blocking an almost choreographed mimicked scene from Funny Girl. She held him back at arms length, hands on his chest.

"What do you want? Some great big dramatically romantic gesture?" he asked, knowing exactly what she wanted. "I've tried Rachel, you wouldn't hear me out. If that's what it takes. I'll embarrass myself time and time again for you. I'll bring you flowers and scented candles and sing to you. I'll make a fool out myself, singing every stupid love song there is. Until I'm out of musicals, until you believe me" he sighed "Honestly I would, but from the year I've had, and it's no excuse, but If I can't find the strength to sing for myself, to be motivated in glee club" he sighed, stopping his arrogance from doing more damage. "I'm just tired, but I will. Even if I can't say it yet. I spent my whole life saying words I didn't mean. I can be dramatic about it and sing songs about it. I want to say those words when I really feel them, it's not fair for you, for either of us If I don't" he smiled weakly and kissed her on the forehead. She watched as he sat at the piano and started to play You and I.

He began singing the first verse and she sat beside him, watching him in silence, terrified for herself and him.

Just you and I

Sharing our love together

And I know in time

We'll build the dreams we treasure

And we'll be all right

Just you and I

Just you and I

"Stop" she murmured instead of joining in on her cue. Placed her hand on his as it played a chord.

He turned to face her with sadness in his eyes.

"What?" he asked in a whisper. She shook her head with a sad laugh, filled of fear, desperation and happiness.

"I can wait" she smiled softly.

"I'm just scared" he responded. She nodded slowly, loving him for the honesty.

She closed the space between them, placing her lips on his. She pulled away seconds later, smiled with a diffident laugh. She raised her eyes to meet his gaze, waiting for his reaction.

That was it, it didn't take some great proclamation of love. It didn't take another staged event with costumes and glitter and lights. For them, it was so lacking in drama, it was surprising, new and unexpected. Rachel had wanted him to kiss back, knew he would have, but hadn't expected him to kiss back so fanatically.

He kissed her softly, small, teasing, playful kisses on her lips, then traveling down her neck, exploring the soft crook where her shoulder met neck, greedily brushed his lips down her silken skin. As his hands drawing her closer into their awkward sidewards embrace on the piano stool. She couldn't get a breath in and wondered if he could hear her heart beat. She guessed that an orchestra could keep time with it's thundering notes.

"God I missed you" he muttered, his breath hot against her neck. She placed her hands on his face, pulling him up and guiding his lips to hers. His hands swirled in the vast webbing of her hair, selfishly kissing her in heated bursts. Re-exploring each other and how they used to feel in each others embrace. She pulled back from him, her hair falling over her face and his fingers still entwined with the silky chestnut curls. Her eyes fluttered open as she took deep breaths. She met his gaze full on.

"You taste like cherry" she muttered, still breathless, though it seemed she had taken a thousand breaths in. He laughed an elated, eye widening laugh full of joy, love and a lust she longed for but couldn't handle yet.

"I'll get slushied more often. Just for you" he muttered, still not letting her go. She glanced away from his intense gaze, unable to take his staring any longer, she was red. Whether from blushing or passion who knew.

"We should go" she muttered.

"Sure" he replied, but didn't release her. She didn't budge either.

The bell rang. Lunch was over.

More planned, stick around.

COMING SOON: Jesse's revenge video, More St Berry and someone gets 15 seconds of fame!

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