A/N: Hey! So, we are approaching the sad part of the story :( The truth is Adele doesn't have that many 'happy' songs, but in my opinion, the sad ones are the best ones! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter, it was a particularly difficult one to write. As always R&R :)

Sometimes sitting in the dark

wishing you were here

Turns me crazy

But it's you who makes me lose my head

And everytime I'm meant to be

Acting sensible

You drift into my head

And turn me into a crumbling fool

Lately with this state I'm in

I can't help myself but spin

I wish you'd come over

Send me spinning closer to you

My oh my how my blood boils

Its sweetest for you

It strips me down bare

And gets me into my favourite mood

I keep on trying I'm fighting

These feelings away

But the more I do

The crazier I turn into

Pacing floors and opening doors

Hoping you'll walk through

And save me boy

Because I'm too

Crazy for you

She turned and saw Jesse standing a few feet away from her, by the Trebles' trash can. He was wearing his Darth Vader pijamas, which made Beca assume he was about to go to bed.

"Umm, hi!" She said, trying to conceal her nervousness. "The girls are watching America's Next Top Model and they can be really loud, I needed some peace and quiet. And you?"

"I was getting ready to sleep, but the guys asked me to take out the trash."

"At midnight?"

"I'm the only one who does it, that's why they take advantage of me."

"Oh."

"But I don't care, I'm gonna make them clean my room in return. Or make me breakfast. I have to think about it."

He was joking, of course, but Beca didn't laugh. He looked at her with curiosity, almost as if he knew she was hiding something from him.

"Is everything okay, Becs?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"It's not like you to take a walk outside at this time of night."

"I'm fine," she said, a bit defensive. "Like I said, I just wanted some time to myself."

Jesse noticed Beca was not in a particularly good mood, so he took a step back.

"Okay, I'll leave you alone," he said, and began to walk away. At first, Beca didn't do anything to stop him from leaving. However, she had a change of heart.

"Jess," She called him, just when he was about to enter the house. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. Please forgive me."

"No, don't apologize. I caught you in a bad time, that's all. I understand," he said, and shrugged. "No hard feelings."

"Yeah, but still, it doesn't justify me behaving like such a dick."

"You are not a hypocrite, that's one of the many things I like about you."

She smiled. Beca had always admired Jesse's ability to transform her defects into virtues.

This weirdo is so… ugh.

"Would you come, please? I need to talk to you."

Jesse pointed toward his own chest.

"On this clothes?"

"I don't mind; it's not like you are on your underwear."

He approached her and stood a few feet away from her.

"I'm all ears."

Beca looked at him, not exactly sure of what she should say. She remembered Chloe's words:

Let it flow. Be your natural self. Honesty is the best policy, Beca.

"Something weird is happening to me."

"What do you mean?"

"Recently, I find myself in situations in which I've never been before."

"What kind of situations?" Jesse asked, slightly preoccupied. "What does that have to do with me?"

"Everything," She said, much to Jesse's shock. She continued, trying to sound as natural as she could. "At first I thought it was all my fault, but later I realized it was yours all along."

"What did I do?"

"Before I met you, I used to be centered. Now, whenever I'm in class or in a situation in which I'm supposed to concentrate and act all serious, I remember the stupid things you said or did the night before at dinner, and I start giggling like an idiot. You turned me into a fool, and I kind of hate you for that. There are times when I'm alone in my room and I'm feeling bored or lonely and I wish you were there, watching a movie with me or singing or just keeping me company, because you always manage to get me in a good mood. I've never felt this way before, and it's making me lose my head."

"I-I'm sorry, I'm not completely sure I understand," Jesse said, and scratched his head. "Are you mad at me?"

"No, no, I'm not!" Beca quickly clarified. "It's just… ugh!" She exclaimed, exasperated. "I'm not good at this kind of stuff, okay? I'm not Chloe, I'm not Stacie. I've been trying to fight these feelings away, but the more I do the crazier I become. I don't know what to do."

"Okay, first of all, calm down," Jesse said, and put his hands on Beca's shoulders. "I can't understand you when you are this anxious."

She took a deep breath, and stared at him with great intensity.

"I love you."

He looked at her, visibly surprised.

"You love… me?"

"I do."

He released her from his grip, and took a few seconds to fully process Beca's words.

"Why?"

"What do you mean by 'why?' I just gave you my reasons."

"Yeah, I heard," he said, and shook his head. "What I mean is, how did a guy like me get a girl like you to love him?"

"I could give you a list of your best qualities if you want to, but it would be completely pointless. Because the only thing that truly matters to me is that I feel safe when I'm with you, because you are such a warm guy. You make me feel comfortable and you understand me, something my own parents were unable to. I always thought being in a relationship would be boring and a waste of time, but I love our conversations and the time we spend together more than anything in the world," she made a quick pause. "I love you."

Jesse weighed Beca's words. Then, a smile appeared on his face.

"I love you too, Becs. I never thought I'd say this to anyone, but I love you with all my heart. I love you!" He exclaimed, forgetting they were in the middle of the street at midnight. However, Beca didn't feel embarrassed. On the contrary, she burst out laughing at his goofiness.

"Shh! You are gonna wake up everybody."

"I don't care if the whole campus finds out!" He said, as he gave her a long kiss. "I love you, I love you, I love you!"

"You are crazy."

"If I am, I'm crazy for you."

When Beca went back into the house, all the Bellas were anxiously waiting for her.

"What are you doing up so late? Don't you have class tomorrow?"

"Yes, and so do you," Chloe mischievously said. "What are you doing up so late?"

"I was talking to Jesse, like you told me to."

The girls squealed with delight.

"What did you talk about?"

"I told him I love him."

The girls looked at each other, with surprise.

"You did? You really did?"

"Yeah. Why would I lie to you?"

"What made you change your mind?" Chloe asked.

"I was outside, thinking about talking to him about my feelings, when suddenly he appeared out of nowhere. I decided to take it as a sign from the universe."

"But how did he react?"

"He was happy, I think. He told me he loves me, too."

They squealed again, but louder. Beca covered her ears with annoyance.

"Damn, why do you have to be so loud all the time?!"

"Oh my God, Beca, that's great!" Stacie exclaimed, visibly happy.

"I love couples saying 'I love you' for the first time, it's so romantic," Chloe said, with heart eyes.

"Actually, his exact words were: 'I'm crazy for you'."

"Ugh, that makes it even more romantic!"

"We have to celebrate. Who's up for a margarita?"

"Stacie, don't you have a really important Statistics exam in like, six hours?" Fat Amy pointed out.

"Alcohol helps me concentrate, it's the secret of my academic success."

"I'll have one, Stacie. I really need all the help I can get," Beca said, and went to the kitchen with her.

A/N: Pitch Perfect 3 officially has a director! What do you think of her? I don't really care if she is inexperienced, as long as she does justice to Jeca and there's great music, I'm in.