I love this story so much, but I feel like this ending does it justice.

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He tried to call her, but the guy who answered definitely didn't know that it was supposed to be Beca's number. She must've changed it because of her newfound celebrity status.

"You sure you got the right number, man," the voice on the other end asked, "I'm no Beca Mitchell. But did you hear her new song. Wow. Now that's a singer."

Jesse had hung up, laying flat in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He counted the plastic, glow in the dark stars that Beca had put up on one of his sleepless nights.

"See," she said, standing on his bed, "Perfect. Now we don't have to go camping. We have the stars right here."

Jesse didn't care that that was her excuse to escape the bugs and the dirt that she hated with a passion. That night, they just lied together, his arm swung lazily around her shoulder.

…..

He could've Facebook messaged her, but she didn't have a Facebook. She used to say that it was confusing and she hated the little stickers that he had tried to show her.

"That stupid, Jesse," she said, looking at the smiling face on her screen, "I don't need something else to keep tabs on."

With that, she had rolled off her bed, plopping down on her chair to edit well into the night. He fell asleep on her bed, watching her do what she did best.

…..

Jesse didn't even know her new address.

She had escaped from his life.

She probably didn't want to see him.

She probably was happy to get away from him.

She probably hated him.

He knew she was doing well, doing everything that she had always wanted to do...what he knew she could do. Jesse saw her face on the magazines when he was waiting on the checkout line at the grocery store. Sometimes he would see paparazzi photos or interviews with her on late night shows. He would smile, seeing her image staring back at him, but she looked too perfect, too clean.

Jesse missed the Beca who would meet him down at the park with a gallon of ice cream. He would push her on the swing, the moonlight reflecting off the top of her head. Then, she would reward him with his favorite, melted snack. Sometimes they would fall asleep to the soft breathes of the trees and the distant gurgling of the water.

He missed the Beca who would be the only person who could rock an old band t-shirt and ripped jeans. She never looked more beautiful.

He hated how the memories he had with her were slowly softening with time. He never wanted to forget, never wanted to let go of the girl he once knew.

Jesse missed her, missed her sarcasm and her attitude, missed the way her fingers would dance around the keys and the way she would roll her eyes when he was doing something immature.

It felt like he was a child once again, longing for the friend who had vaporized into thin air.

…..

His mother had finished surgery two days ago, resting peacefully in her hospital room. The doctors scratched on their clipboards and stuck her with needles, but they assured him that she was going to be just fine.

She knew what Beca had done for her, but she also knew that Jesse didn't want to talk about it. Mrs. Swanson just wordlessly tossed him the remote, as they watched whatever movie was on the television. She knew that she would see Beca again, but until then, she silently thanked the young woman who was a guardian angel for her family.

Beca had saved his mom. He could never thank her enough, thank her for giving his mother what he couldn't give her. Jesse wouldn't have to lose her laugh when he would go on and on about a new movie. He didn't have to lose the person who always encouraged his passions, promising that he would make it one day.

Beca may have saved his mom, but even if she didn't know it, she had saved him.

That month, he enrolled in New York University, taking the first step towards the rest of his life. He sent in his deposit and decided to dorm at Brittany Hall. Jesse put the New York University sticker on his car and spent way too much money at the gift store.

Medical school was on an indefinite hold and Jesse thanked the gods everyday.

He thanked her.

…..

They met after he had learned the route from his dorm to his classes at NYU Tisch, the steps becoming second nature. He loved the classes he was taking. Jesse knew that, even though he was stressed out most nights, he was doing what he was passionate about.

They came face to face when he had made friends that seemed to make his workload less daunting, staying up well past midnight.

They saw each other after he knew the subways by heart, favoring the N and R train at the 8th street station.

Jesse locked eyes with Beca after he was on to getting his master's degree, his dorm room already lined with awards.

They saw each other when both of them were ready, when he had achieved the dreams that he had silently compared to her own achievements years prior. He didn't have to be ashamed that he wasn't successful, pained by his own insecurities of making it in his chosen industry. Jesse didn't have to see himself as anything less than she was.

They were equals.

He had heard from a friend that she was in town, promoting her newest record. With a backstage pass and a ticket in hand, he made his way to Madison Square Garden to see the girl that had unknowingly branded him as 'hers'.

The fans roared even before the show had started, filling the air with breathless anticipation. When the words came out of her mouth, he was brought back to their performances in the basement, singing their hearts out as young children. He remembered how she had a superpower, a gift so much greater than most. Beca could touch people's hearts with her voice, lulling them to fall under her control.

He saw her, up there, singing her heart out, and he was proud. He absorbed her voice like a sponge, taking in the emotions that she released with every word she sang. Jesse had heard all her songs and downloaded every one of her albums, but hearing her live was a whole separate experience.

Beca's voice was better than he had remembered, as she would sing in the shower or hum along to his old, car radio.

The beat echoed his heart, drumming to the adrenaline pumping in his system. He wondered if other people knew who she was behind the makeup and the thousand dollar dresses. He questioned if they knew the real Beca.

She was the real star.

…..

The concert ended with bouncing lights and music that was so loud that his eardrums started to tingle. With one last note, she was gone, exiting the stage in a single, swift motion.

Jesse skirted past the hoards of fans, some even carrying signs with her face plastered on the front. He showed his backstage pass to the guards in black, rushing to be the first person in line to meet Beca Mitchell. Though, he didn't want Beca Mitchell...he just wanted Beca.

She turned the corner, laughing at something her backup dancer said. She looked absolutely stunning with her hair falling in loose waves, framing her face.

Instead of the dress she had exited with, Beca was now in a comfy sweatshirt that engulfed her and a pair of her signature dark-washed jeans.

He was told that he could step forward, and he did. Her eyes were still down, concentrating on signing the photos that were in front of her.

"Remember me," he asked, waiting for her eyes to meet his own.

Wordlessly, a smile spread across her face and she put her hand on his face, running her thumb over his skin.

"I never forgot you, weirdo," she responded, not caring about the several dozen fans who were squealing behind her.

Beca pulled him into a hug, burying her face in the familiar scent of his clothes.

"Stop running," he whispered into her ear, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

And she did.

…..

They started slow, as friends. He wasn't sure if she was dating some big music star and her schedule didn't allow for her to stay in New York for too many days at a time.

Together, their Skype sessions became more frequent and whenever she was in the city, she would stay in the hotel adjacent to his dorm. It did start a little bit of buzz around the campus, and a lot of buzz between Jesse's friends, but he didn't care.

He kissed her in Central Park when they were ice skating, hand in hand. Beca, armed with sunglasses even though it was overcast, and a jacket that looked like it would be adequate for Antarctica, held onto him for dear life. She hadn't been recognized so far, but they were testing their luck. With her new single out on the radio and her recent episode of SNL airing the previous day, Beca was back in the spotlight.

Still, this was New York, the place where people are so wrapped up in their own minds that they forget to look at life in front of them.

"Jesse," she said, "If I die here, the record label would never forgive me." Latching her arm with his own, she hobbled along the icy surface.

"I would never let that happen," he responded, holding her close, letting his chilly lips touch her own.

…..

His mom was more than happy when she Facetimed him one day, her eyes opening wide when she saw Beca in the background of the hotel.

"Death traps," Beca mumbled, kicking her heels under the bed and falling onto the white comforter. "Wanna walk to the next block and get some pizza? I'm starved."

Jesse's mom just smiled while Jesse rolled his eyes, saying a quick goodnight to her before laying down next to Beca.

His mom knew that it was inevitable even before he did.

…..

She gave him the ring two weeks later when he came home for Christmas.

It had always been Beca's, ever since they were at the movies all those years ago and he had proceeded to place a ring pop on her finger.

…..

He had to propose with a grand romantic gesture, one that would put movies to shame. He and Chloe brainstormed his options, even asking Luke what her schedule would be like for the next few weeks.

Luke was surprisingly helpful, sending him a calendar of color-coded dates and events that would tire out a small army.

"Take care of her," Luke said on the phone, "And if you hurt her I will make your life your own personal hell."

Jesse was silent for a beat, knowing that Luke was not kidding.

He pointed to February 15th and Chloe smiled in response.

…..

On Valentine's Day she was somewhere in Australia, singing at a tiny benefit concert to support arts initiatives in elementary schools.

Jesse, across the world, was putting together the final touches on his plan for the following evening.

Beca, boarding the plane, her eyelids beginning to feel heavy, smiled when she saw a single, chocolate cupcake straight from Magnolia Bakery. On the card, it read, "See you tomorrow -J."

…..

It was the night of the Grammy Awards and Beca was jittery. With several nominations this year and rumors of her being the most probable winner, Beca couldn't hide her anxiety well. Already, she had a hall full of several platinum records and one gold one, but she longed for the Grammy to take its place in the center.

"Jess," she said into the phone, "What if I don't win?" Her stylist eyed her as Beca began to pick at her fresh manicure. With a grumble, she stopped, returning to her conversation.

"Then there's always next time. You aren't going anywhere," he responded, "But I have a good feeling about today."

Beca took a look at herself in her full length mirror, seeing her face all done up and her hair falling softly behind her ears. The dress was magnificent, a royal blue that stood out against her pale skin. Jesse still didn't know how, after all these years living in Los Angeles, Beca could be that pale.

"I wish you were here," she continued, readjusting the silky fabric.

…..

He hated lying to her, but this was worth it.

Jesse saw her from the wings of the theater, making her way up to the stage, her dress flying behind her. His hands were clammy and his fingers went deep into his pocket, grasping the velvet box.

"I would just like to thank everyone who helped me on this album. Mark Whitman, even though I want to kill you more days than not, I have learned so much from you over the years. Luke, you know how much I love you. Thank you for being there, always and forever. To my parents and friends, thank you for always believing in me. And to Jesse, words cannot express how much you mean to me. You are my friend, my heart, and my pain in the ass. I love you," Beca accepted the Grammy as the ending music began playing.

She had done it. She won album of the year.

He never doubted it.

Catching her in his arms as she made her way backstage, he kissed her, pouring all his love and all his adoration into every second.

"One more surprise," he said, getting down on one knee.

"Beca," he began, looking up at her, her face dancing with genuine happiness.

Before he could continue, she interrupted him, "Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes," she laughed pulling him up and kissing him passionately. He slipped the ring onto her finger, but even without the ring, he had always been hers.

It was inevitable.

So what did you think? Wow...more than 60,000 words later between this and its predecessor. I think I'm going to finish my homework now. Lol...until next time...and don't forget to vote in the Meet Me at Stagedoor poll!