So Wrong It's Right.

In which Jesse takes Beca out on a movie date to prove that not all movies are predictable.
 

 

 
Come on, Becs, take the bet.” Jesse insisted with those big puppy-dog eyes of his. Literally anyone else was susceptible to that look, his girlfriend however, not so much. It was another date-night for the unlikely aca-couple and, as usual, Jesse wanted to prove to Beca that not every movie is as predictable as she says. Naturally, there are some movies that she had a point about, but not every ending is predictable.
 
Beca crossed her thin arms over her chest, her eyes narrowed, “No way.” Defiant to the very end, that girl is.
 
He leaned down a little closer, challenging his very short girlfriend further, “Scared you’re going to lose?” Jesse wiggled his eyebrows in a mocking manner.
 
She cocked an eyebrow in response. “Are you seriously trying to goad me into this stupid bet?” Beca asked in monotone with her ever present smirk, revealing that teasing Jesse did truly bring her the slightest bit of pleasure. As much as she pretended, Beca really did like these movi-cation dates, mostly because of the time spent with Jesse, but also because of the cozy, little theaters Jesse always picked out. And, against Beca’s better judgment, she was actually kind of hopeful about the Perks of Being a Wallflower; she hadn’t seen any bad reviews about it.
 
“Stupid? Well if it’s so stupid, and you’re so sure of the ending, why don’t you agree to it?” He persisted, trying his hardest to mask his sudden sensitivity on the matter. Sometimes, just a little, Jesse took Beca’s teasing to heart.
 
“I really don’t want to see you dress up in spandex and a cape for a day.” She replied simply as the couple moved forward in line. Beca’s hands returned to her pockets as she hugged her leather jacket against her tiny frame.
 
Quick on the draw, Jesse moved closer to his cold girlfriend and held her close to him. “Are you afraid that my sheer magnitude will attract all of the upperclassmen?” He joked with the sexiest wink Beca had ever been on the receiving end of.
 
With a swift roll of her blue eyes, the petite brunette said, “Yeah, that’s the reason.” And with a few more seconds of ‘that look’ Jesse had her. “Fine, just stop looking at me like that.”
 
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“So, it looks like we need to get you fitted for that Catwoman costume.” Jesse said with a rather proud smirk.
 
“Shut up.”
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Sorry about the shitty set, I just needed to post this here for those that don't follow my tumblr.

"Wow"
"Well, Jesse, you sure clean up nice."
"..."
"Jesse?"
"..."
"I can change."
"No, I mean, you look... Wow."
"You said that already."

"We're just... Friends."
 
(I was inspired by 500 days of summer, but Beca is hopelessly in love with Jesse, she's just to scared to believe it.)

Not again...

a character for an rp that @easternpromises and myself will be writing

Hollywood's own: Fiona Evans.

Everyone wants a piece of you here.

“This is all your fault.” She screamed, unable to fight back tears any longer. She had been strong for far too long and, to be quite honest, she was pissed. She understood that this wasn’t all his fault, but in the heat of the moment, she needed someone to blame other than herself. Hot tears ran down her porcelain skin as her longtime boyfriend wrapped his strong arms around her, in attempt to comfort the weeping girl. It took all of his strength not to cry then and there; he knew it was partly his fault, and it killed him.