The events in this story run concurrently with the events in the canon(ish) Beca/Jesse PP2 one-shot I wrote (the endings are the best part). This should make sense without having read that, but if you want more context, read that first? :)

(For anyone discovering this series now: it's been a year and a half since I last updated this so if this reads very differently to the previous two entries, that's why!)

THREE

It's strange, but even though she's ridiculously busy right now, trying to juggle her (still secret) internship whilst simultaneously stopping the Bellas – okay, Chloe – from freaking out too much, she can't stop thinking about him. Jesse had boarded a one-way flight to LA the day before to start his new job, and although she knows it's probably stupid, and irrational, and plain weird, especially since this isn't the first time they've been apart and she has a million (and one) things to deal with right now, she misses him already. A lot.

Bec, you there?

She fishes her phone out of her pocket, a smile forming as she reads the text displayed on the screen, momentarily abandoning the five coffees she's trying to make as she quickly taps out a reply.

Yep. Go ahead, weirdo.

She waits, impatiently tapping her fingers against the side of the coffee cup she's holding.

Did you find it yet?

She narrows her eyes, instantly suspicious.

…Find what?

By the end of her shift, she's absolutely exhausted, but that doesn't stop her running (okay, walking fast) back to the Bellas' house, half-intrigued and half-alarmed about the texts that Jesse had sent her earlier. She briefly greets the other girls when she arrives, turning a blind eye to the fact that Stacie, of all people, appears to be giving dating advice to an eagerly listening Emily (she'll learn eventually; they all did), before making her way upstairs to the room she shares with Amy.

Okay, where is it?

She receives no reply, and she's not surprised. He's probably sleeping, and even if he isn't, she knows him well enough by now to know that he isn't going to help her with this. She sighs to herself, starting to tear her side of the room apart, not entirely sure whether she should be irritated that he's hidden a post-it somewhere in her room (for the millionth time in three years), or amused by it.

It takes her about ten minutes before she finds it, hidden underneath her pile of USBs, and she grins triumphantly as she holds it up in the air.

DON'T YOU (FORGET ABOUT ME), it says on the front. She turns it over to find a hastily scrawled picture of two juice cartons, one labelled with "apple (for Jesse)" and the other with "strawberry (for Beca)".

She rolls her eyes in disbelief at his dorkiness, but she's still holding the post-it in her hand when Amy returns from her (not so secret) rendezvous with Bumper two hours later.

He is such a weirdo.

So... I may or may not have been slightly misleading the other day: there's more than one note.

Don't kill me. I did it out of love.

…And also because I brought a whole stack of them last month and I wanted to use them all up before I left.

Bec?

Beca?

She doesn't look for the rest of them. It's not that she doesn't want to, but more that she's getting busier by the day and she just doesn't have the time. Instead, she finds them accidentally – there's one hidden in the pocket of a dress she rarely wears, one stuck on the wall beneath her desk, and another inside one of her textbooks – and even though they're small, silly notes, it sort of makes the distance easier to deal with.

(Except not really. Only being able to talk to him via Skype is harder than she thought it would be, and in spite of the fact that she prides herself on not being a clingy girlfriend, she can't help but wish that he was here with her. She tries her best not to think about it too much though; he's enjoying his new job, and she's happy for him. He deserves this.)

Jesse surprises her on her birthday, turning up to the birthday party that the Bellas have planned for her, and she spends half the evening in disbelief that he's actually in the same room as her. She shows him the notes that she's found when the party is mostly over, and Fat Amy has (not so subtly) vacated their room for the night.

He sifts through them as she curls into his side, closing her eyes and listening to his soft chuckles as he looks through his own handiwork, doing her best to commit this moment to memory.

"Not bad, Bec," he says, once he's finished, "but there's more."

She smiles at him, her eyes still closed.

It's a week later when she realises something a little strange; for some reason, she's been finding notes in places which were definitely empty before.

You hid more post-its last week, didn't you?

And then…

God, you are such a weirdo.

It's the evening of the World championships when she decides to finally participate in his game; it's the least she can do after he's flown halfway around the globe to watch her perform. As soon as Jesse slips away from her side momentarily to buy them drinks, she whips out her phone to send a text to Chloe.

Chloe, do me a favour and buy me some post-its?

Chloe, to her credit, doesn't question her request (or, like she knows Stacie and Amy would, think it's some kind of obscure sexual innuendo), and simply does exactly what she is asked. Ten minutes later and Chloe gives her the thumbs-up across the room, and she subtly nods in thanks.

She waits until hours later, when Jesse is in the shower in his (their) hotel room, before she grabs a pen and starts thinking. The thing is, these sorts of gestures don't come easily to her, and she's really not sure what to do. She thinks, and thinks, and for once, is extremely grateful that Jesse takes ridiculously long showers, before she simply writes:

I haven't forgotten.

And on the back,

(I can't believe I'm doing this. I shouldn't be encouraging this. This is not okay.)

She slips it into his suitcase, in between the American flag he was proudly wielding earlier and his carefully folded sweaters.

It takes him exactly thirty minutes after he lands safely in LA before he finds it.

I miss you already, he texts her.

I know.

Um... yeah. Honestly, it's been so long since I've written Beca/Jesse that I'm not really sure what I'm doing... don't yell at me too much if you hate it :p

PS - Before anyone points out that the timeline is not that accurate, I wrote the one-shot on which this is based before watching PP2...so yeah, I guess, go read it? (and I'm sorry?)