A/N: Hey! Here's the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it, 'All I Ask' is one of my favourite songs from Adele. Please R&R. Enjoy :)

One month later…

December, 2014

Chloe knew there were many types of drunks: the happy, the sad, the reckless and the philosophical were the four basics, with other subtypes such as the maniac, the horny, the sloppy, and the aggressive. Chloe herself had been told she was a happy drunk; whenever she had too much to drink she became very talkative, laughed at everything and everyone, danced on top of tables, and smiled like an idiot the whole time. Although most of the times her friends had to take care of her when she was drunk, there were times Chloe had to look out for them instead. However, there was one type of drunk she couldn't tolerate: the over-emotional one. To Chloe's dismay, Beca fell in that category.

It was rare of Beca to get drunk, as she wasn't particularly keen on alcohol. In fact, Chloe had only seen her in such state three times, and it hadn't been that bad because Jesse had taken care of her on those occasions. Unfortunately for Chloe, that was no longer the case. Four weeks had gone by since their big fight, and they hadn't talked to each other ever since. Jesse was set to leave for LA the next day, and instead of solving her differences with him before his departure, Beca thought it would be a better option to drown her sorrows in alcohol.

"The fact that he is leaving is not what bothers me, it's how he is leaving. I mean, he gave up on us, that's what's pissing me off. You understand what I'm saying?"

"I do, Beca. You've said it four times already."

"Have I?" Beca said, and took another sip of her glass of vodka. "Damn, it's empty already! How can it be?"

"I guess that happens when you take an average of three sips per minute."

"Hey, Barry, pour me another one!" Beca yelled. Barry was the bartender, and an old friend of Chloe.

"Here you go, Beca," he said, as he refilled her glass. Then, he turned to Chloe. "Long night, huh?"

"The worst."

"Sure you don't want a drink?"

"I can't, I have to take care of her; make sure she doesn't do anything stupid," she sighed. "Not that I don't need it—"

"Anyway," Beca said, after taking another sip of her drink, "I don't mind. I'm completely okay with Jesse leaving."

"Really?" Chloe tried not to sound too sarcastic.

"Yeah! You don't believe me?"

"I do," she said, although she was aware Beca was lying. She knew it wouldn't be long until she revealed her true feelings.

"Ugh, who am I kidding?" Beca said, as she slammed the table with both hands. "Of course I'm not okay!"

Here we go.

"You are not?"

"No! He is leaving. What am I supposed to do now?" She took another sip. "You know what? I should have gone to LA when I had the chance," she said, with sorrow. "He was one of the reasons I decided to stay. Him and you girls. But now I realize I made a terrible mistake."

Look, Beca," Chloe said, slightly irritated. "You are acting like this because you have never been dumped before. But trust me, you will get over this."

"How do you know?"

"Because I've been there before, multiple times. You cry a little, you get angry, you go for a drink or two with your girlfriends, you flirt with a stranger, and eventually you get over it."

"No, no, no," Beca shook her head. "You don't understand, Chloe. We are not talking about one of your casual boyfriends, we are talking about Jesse, the love of my life."

Oh, God, she's entering the 'love of my life' phase.

"You know there was a time when I thought I would spend rest of my life with him? Of course, I never thought he would betray me the way he did. He is an asshole," she made a pause to take another sip. "And you wanna know the worst part? I love him. I love him more than anything in the world. He is everything to me. Man, I'm so stupid. I let myself fall for him, and now I have nothing."

"But technically you didn't officially break up, did you?"

"We might as well have. I will never see him again, so that pretty much seals the deal."

"Wait, you won't say goodbye?" Chloe asked, confused. Beca nodded. "Why?"

"I'm too angry. I don't wanna talk to him," she motioned to Barry as she raised her glass. "Another one, please."

Chloe covered Beca's glass with her hand.

"Okay, no more vodka for you; I think you've had enough."

"What are you, my dad?"

"No, I'm the person in whose car you will vomit unless you stop drinking," she said, and gestured at Barry to leave. "Beca, you have to say goodbye to Jesse."

"Why?"

"I don't know, maybe because it's highly probable you won't see him again in a long time, maybe ever? Yes, I get he is an asshole, but you said it yourself: he is the love of your life. You two fighting and screaming at each other? You do not want that to be your last memory of him. Do you really want your relationship to end like this? With you getting drunk in a bar, bitching about him with your super senior friend? Come on, Beca, your relationship deserves better than that."

"Maybe, but what if I don't know what to say? You know I'm not got at this kind of stuff."

"You'll find the right words, you always do."

Beca stood still, weighing her friend's words.

"You're right, I have to talk to him."

"Of course I am."

"As a matter of fact, I'm gonna talk to him right now," she said, and she got to her feet.

"Whoa!" Chloe exclaimed, alarmed. "Where do you think you are going?"

"I'm gonna talk to Jesse."

"No, you are not. You can't talk to anyone in this state."

"I'm not that drunk, Chloe. Well, maybe a little," she shook her head. "Anyway, if I'm gonna do it, I have to do it now; he leaves tomorrow morning."

"Beca, I don't think this is a good idea. You are not thinking clearly, you could do something stupid."

"Maybe, but I have nothing to lose," she said, and walked away.

"Wait, I'm your ride! You can't walk the streets alone!"

"It's only three blocks, I'll take a cab!"

"Beca, wait!" But it was too late, she had left the bar. Chloe ran her hands through her hair.

Oh, boy. I hope she gets home safe and sound.

I will leave my heart at the door
I won't say a word
They've all been said before you know
So why don't we just play pretend
Like we're not scared of what is coming next
Or scared of having nothing left

Look don't get me wrong I know
There is no tomorrow
All I ask

Is if this is my last night with you
Hold me like I'm more than just a friend
Give me a memory I can use
Take me by the hand while we do
What lovers do
It matters how this ends
Cause what if I never love again

I don't need your honesty
It's already in your eyes
And I'm sure my eyes they speak for me
No one knows me like you do
And since you're the only one that mattered
Tell me who do I run to...

Although she was drunken than she had ever been in her life, Beca managed to walk out of the bar and to the street and took a cab, which left her right in front of the Treble house. She headed to the door and knocked, with insistence. After a few seconds, Benji opened it.

"Hi Beca, what's up?"

"I need to talk to Jesse," she said, in a hurry. "Is he home?"

"Yeah, he is packing the last of his stuff."

Without saying another word, Beca walked right pass Benji and onto the stairs to Jesse's room. This time she entered without knocking, and ran into Jesse packing some shirts and ties into a blue suitcase.

"Beca! You startled me," he exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," she was feeling agitated and out of breath from running up the stairs.

"What are you doing here? Is something the matter?"

"No—I mean, yes," she scratched her head. "Not exactly. I'm sorry, I'm feeling a little dizzy and confused right now."

Jesse sniffed the air.

"Becs, have you been drinking?"

"A little."

He gaped at her.

"You don't drink."

"I was feeling sad and Chloe took me out for drinks. I'm afraid I had too many vodkas, my head is spinning like crazy."

She was talking too fast, and wondered if Jesse was understanding her.

"Why don't you sit?" He pulled a chair from his desk, but Beca shook her head.

"No, thanks."

"Okay. So, can you please tell me what is it?"

"You have a minute? It's just there are a couple of things I have to get out of my chest before," she gulped, "before you go."

"I always have time for you," he said, and looked at her with those puppy eyes she had come to love.

Beca took a deep breath.

"I don't want you to go because I don't know what I'm gonna do without you," she sighed. "No one knows me like you do. You know my weaknesses, my strengths. You know when I'm feeling sad or angry or happy. I don't have that kind of connection with anybody else. I'm scared, Jesse. I'm scared to hell of what's coming next, because I don't know what's going to happen with us. Now, I know I can't stop you from leaving. However, I don't want the fight we had a month ago to be my last memory of you. The truth is I have no idea if our relationship is gonna make it, but I think it's important we end this in good terms in case something happens and we never see each other again."

She felt the sudden need to cry. However, she contained herself.

"That won't happen, this doesn't have to be the—"

"No, no, no," she interrupted him. "Please, I don't want us to argue; not now. What I want you to do is to hold me like you have never held me before. That's all I want right now, as a goodbye."

Jesse didn't say anything. She knew her request was corny and stupid, but in her defense, it was the alcohol speaking in her behalf. He slowly approached her and, when he was just a couple of inches away from her, he embraced her with such love Beca thought she was going to faint. He buried his face in her hair, so much she could feel him breathing against her neck.

"I'll miss you so much," he whispered in her ear. "So, so much."

She closed her eyes as she felt her heart racing, and once again the alcohol took control of her actions.

She put her hand in Jesse's neck and gently turned his face to her, and kissed him tenderly. He immediately kissed her back and put his hands on her waist. She quickly got carried away by the intensity of the kiss, and soon found herself incapable of pulling away.

"We are gonna make it. This is just a test, but we'll be fine; you'll see."

Although he was only a few inches away from her, his voice sounded a thousand miles away. Beca tried to open her eyes, but failed miserably. Her eyelids felt too heavy.

"Take care of yourself, weirdo."

He caressed her cheek and kissed her on the forehead. She heard him leaving the room before falling back asleep.

A/N: Can you guess where the story is headed? Which song is next?