AN/ Okay then, Beca is back to her usual badass self, and – to quote one Aubrey Posen – she has finally got "her head out of her ass; it's not a hat." I'm so proud of her for standing up for herself, but did she get her way?

This week has been insanely busy, and school has been mega tough lately, so writing a more *fun* chapter has been a bit harder than usual… but don't worry. I have the amazingly hilarious talents of one Morgan Brown (you know who you are ;D) so the credit for all Cool For The Summer related jokes – you'll understand when you get there – goes to her. If she ever reads this, I just want to thanks for everything Morgan, you are an absolute star! You can probably see the parts of this fic that you've inspired if you think about it… even if it was only indirectly…

(To all other readers, I apologise for being sentimental – who knew I had a heart in there? – but honestly, this girl needs tons of credit because she is one of the funniest people I know)

As always, thanks to the moon and back for all of the support up to now. Every review, favourite and follow – who am I kidding? – every VIEW is a massive deal for me right now. Seriously, it's nice to have some motivation. This one is up earlier than I said, so I hope you guys can get me ten reviews on this one so I can post the next one :D

Anyway, here's the next chapter of TMYLM: read, enjoy, review…

"Tell me if it's wrong, if it's right, I don't care,

I just want to have some fun with you…

Got my mind on your body and your body on my mind,

Got a taste for the cherry, I just need to take a bite.

Don't tell your mother.

Kiss one another.

Die for each other.

We're cool for the summer…"

"Beccccaaaaa!" Demi squealed down the phone at a high pitch two mornings later.

"Morning to you to Lovato." Beca deadpanned, because, looking at her alarm clock (she had one of those? God, she was getting old) it was only 7AM. And, it was Saturday. That meant she was entitled to at least another two hours sleep before she'd be classed as lazy. "What do you want?"

"I got the part!" Demi exclaimed excitedly, filling Beca with images of the singer jumping up and down at the other end.

"The part?" Beca mumbled, briefly confused. "The Cinderella part?"

"Yeah! And guess what?!"

"What." Beca deadpanned, trying to inject some enthusiasm into it: it didn't work – it was only 7AM, after all.

"I get some say over the soundtrack. They want to use some of my music!"

"Well, I just want to say, I don't think 'Sorry Not Sorry' or 'Lonely' are particularly good ideas for a kids' film, but other than that, any of your other tracks are pretty good…"

"I was kinda leaning more towards 'Cool For The Summer' to be honest Beca…"

Beca choked with laughter at that.

"Telling kids same sex relationships are not only normal but exciting; I like it Demi…"

"God no, I was just thinking that it'd be hilarious if they let it be in the film!"

"It's pretty upbeat I guess." Beca deadpanned.

"Yeah, and any sexual references will just go over any kids' heads. They'll think it's about eating ice lollies, when in reality, it's the exact opposite."
"Oh my god Demi!" Beca said, feeling the tears of laughter running down her face, "Why are you so dirty minded?"

"I'll have you know I'm the most innocent woman you will ever meet Mitchell."

"You tell yourself that Lovato."

"Well, I know I'm innocenter than you."

"Innocenter isn't a real word."

"There you go then."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That I'm adorable using the wrong words?"

"You are easily one of the most intimidating people I know Demi, and I know Aubrey Posen the aca-Nazi."

"But you have scary tattoos and earspikes Mitchell."

"You have scary tattoos and a blue belt in Jujitsu. I have the upper body strength of a dying moth."

"And you have yet to reach five foot."

"I'm five two, I'll have you know Lovato."

"You tell yourself that."

"I am tall enough to get on all the rides at Disneyland."

"Only when you wear heels Beca!" Demi giggled, remembering their last trip to the one in Anaheim. Beca had taken Chloe, and Demi had brought along Lauren Abedini. "You barely made Space Mountain!"

"So what? Heels are fashionable."

"You hate heels."

"No, Demi, right now I hate you."

"That's harsh Mitchell, even for you."

"What can I say? Brutal honesty is the only way to survive music production."

"Speaking of that, did you hear back from the big wigs?"

"Yeah, but not really, I've got another meeting on Monday."

"That's good."

"I have to wear another stupid pantsuit." Beca muttered, pouting as she spoke even though nobody could see her.

"And that is the worst possible thing for you."

"I have to wear stupid heels and be eye candy for the men; even though they all know I'm gay and will never sleep with them."

"I knew you hated heels."

"Wow, that's what you're taking from that Demi?"
"Well, I already know you're not above flirting with people on false pretences to get your way…"

"Thanks Demi."

"Just saying, seduction is a pretty good way to get what you want."

"You seem to do a good job on men and women…"

"So do you Mitchell."

"And on that note Lovato, I'm hanging up. It's Saturday, I have things to do."

"Is that turn over and go back to sleep?"

"How do you know I'm still in bed?"

"You sounded pretty annoyed when you picked up…"
"It is 7AM…"

"Rise and shine, Beca!"

"Vas te faire foutre, Demi."

"Rude, you should do that yourself; let out some of that sexual frustration."

"God, you sound like Fat Amy."

"She'd be proud of that one."

"Yes she would. Now, I'm going back to bed, so night."

"It's morning."

"Doesn't matter, I'm not getting up yet. See you tonight Demi."

"Pizza?"

"Taco Bell?" Beca pleaded.

"Pizza." Demi said firmly.

"Fine." Beca replied. "See you later."

"Bye…" Demi laughed, hanging up.

Beca spent the remainder of the day around the house, letting herself truly unwind for the first time in months. Her phone, which laid abandoned on her bed, had been unusually silent. Unlike usual, there had been no e-mails, nor had there been any calls, from work, or from any artists. Sure, Demi had texted a few times, but she didn't count as work – not when she was one of Beca's closest friends.

Strangely, Beca didn't miss the constant messages from work. It appeared that the board must have taken a hint in the meeting, and understood that she wanted the label to back off a little – even if she hadn't said it explicitly.

Wandering through into her lounge, Beca found herself humming 'Cool for the Summer' and suddenly began to reminisce about the first time her and Chloe had blurred the lines of their friendship…

Barden – Freshman Year:

Beca Mitchell really should have learned a lesson from the first time she used Barden University's communal showers. Harassed, was the word she'd used to describe how she had felt last time she'd been in there. Singing in the shower had been a habit of Beca's since she was a kid; then, the one time she sings in the shower away from home, a complete stranger decides to wander in. And that complete stranger demanded her to continue singing, the song which just happened to be her 'lady jam.' It was a memory that made Beca cringe. Were the Bellas really so desperate for singers that Chloe had to go into her shower?

A few weeks later, she recounted the tale of how she'd ended up auditioning for the Bellas to the others. She described it as a hostage situation, because she always felt slightly scared when she thought about it. Or at least, she interpreted the shiver she got down her spine as fear. But then again, Chloe had a gorgeous body… Who knew the ginger girl had such an adorable ladybug tattoo?

Strangely, Beca had a feeling she was pretty excited whenever she thought about the showers – but that was nonsense, right?

Whenever Beca thought about the shower incident, she would blush. Was it from embarrassment? She had felt so mortified when Chloe first walked in the shower, but, it quickly disappeared, leaving her feeling that confidence she always felt when around Chloe.

When telling the other Bellas about it, Beca was pretty nonchalant, but couldn't meet Chloe's eyes as she spoke. As the other Bellas laughed hysterically about it, Chloe turned around and jokingly said that she would definitely do it again, it was totally worth it. Beca blushed at that. Looking up into Chloe's eyes, Beca saw that the redhead was truly serious. That made her blush harder. Truthfully, Beca was dying to get Chloe back in the shower with her…

Which was what brought her back to the showers today. Since moving into the Bellas' house, Beca had quickly discovered that showering in there was a bad idea. Or at least, being in any state of undress in a house with Fat Amy was a disaster waiting to happen.

So the public showers it was. Not that they were any better. But she was far less likely to get walked in on here than in the house. At least by Fat Amy.

Turning the water on, Beca felt a song make its way into her head. Tapping her feet against the floor, she began to lose herself in the imaginary beat.

"Let's go to the beach, each, let's go get a wave

They say, what they gonna say?

Have a drink, clink, found the Bud Light

Bad bitches like me, is hard to come by"

Nodding her head as she sang, she turned around in shock when a familiar voice interrupted her own.

"The Patrón, own, let's go get it on

The zone, own, yes I'm in the zone

Is it two, three, leave a good tip

I'ma blow all my money and don't give two shits"

Beca rolled her eyes at the girl who had snuck into her shower once again. This seemed to be a habit of Chloe Beale's and Beca didn't know whether she was more annoyed that her showering ritual had been disturbed, or excited about getting to look at Chloe's heavenly body again.

Both girls started to sing the bridge in perfect time, their voices harmonising together to create a unique blend of sound that, to Beca, sounded just amazing.

"I'm on the floor, floor, I love to dance

So give me more, more 'til I can't stand

Get on the floor, floor like it's your last chance

If you want more, more then here I am"

Beca raised her eyebrow at Chloe, slightly disbelieving. Chloe winked at the brunette and went on singing.

"Starships were meant to fly

Hands up and touch the sky

Can't stop 'cause we're so high

Let's do this one more time, oh

Starships were meant to fly

Hands up and touch the sky

Let's do this one last time

Can't stop..."

Grinning, Beca decided it was time to contribute.

"We're higher than a motherfucker

We're higher than a motherfucker

We're higher than a motherfucker"

Beca stopped singing at that point, her voice ringing out in the silence of the shower room. Except for her voice, and the sound of the water she was running hitting the floor, there was no noise. The showers were otherwise empty.

Chloe had to tear her eyes away from Beca's torso before it Beca could notice her staring. Beca did the same thing with Chloe's torso. Both girls were stood thinking exactly the same thing about the other – 'wow, she's hot!" – and worrying about whether or not it would be considered creepy to think that about their friend.

Beca was certain she was 100% straight, so seeing Chloe like that and feeling so desperate to kiss the girl in front of her left her feeling pretty confused. Sure, she told the girls they looked gorgeous all the time, because they always did, but hot? That wasn't something she'd think about a girl, ever. And kissing a girl? That wasn't what she wanted - was it? Beca didn't know. Normally, she'd feel physically sick at the thought of doing dirty things with a girl. But right now… she wanted to do those kind of things with Chloe so, so bad. Why was she feeling like this? Looking at Chloe, Beca shook her head. She hated to not know what to do, and she especially hated it when she didn't have any logical answers. Resigned to the fact that she didn't know what to do, Beca decided to improvise.

"So Ginger, all the other showers taken, or do you always shower with a partner?" Beca asked with a raised eyebrows.

"I only ever shower with pretty partners, so you should be honoured Mitchell."

"Twice this year so far, you must really have a thing for my voice," Beca responded, silently adding 'or a thing for me.'

"Yes, the music is always pretty good in here."

"What can I say Chloe, everyone knows there's better acoustics in the shower."

"Hmm. Was a pity you weren't singing titanium today. I was disappointed when I heard you singing something different."

"Well, we can't have you disappointed Ginger," Beca said huskily, but hearing her alarm go off added, "but we don't have time to fix that, I'm afraid, I need to go or I'll be late for class."

Both girls sighed at that. Beca was pretty disappointed at the timing of this – Chloe should have shown up sooner. Wait, what?

"Since when do you care about class, Mitchell?"
"Since if I fail, Aubrey kicks me out of the Bellas."

"You never even wanted to be in the Bellas."

"Well, a certain redhead changed my mind about that," Beca mused, her voice taking on a suggestive tone. She felt even more confused by that. What was she doing? Was she flirting with Chloe? One part of her brain told her she was, and to stop it now before she did something she regretted, but another part was screaming why not? You know you like her. You know you've had a crush on her since the activities fair. That made Beca really confused.

"What can I say Beca, I can be pretty persuasive."

"You can say that again." Beca murmured, desperately trying to focus on Chloe's face, not on her body.

Chloe noticed how Beca was doing her best not to stare. She looked at the brunette in front of her, who, this time around, had made zero effort to try and cover up her body. God, Beca Mitchell had to be one of the most beautiful girls on the planet. Especially when she was in the nude like now. Catching Beca staring at her, Chloe smiled at the brunette and winked.

"Staring Beca?"

"No," Beca stammered, desperately trying to look at something other than Chloe.

"It's okay if you were."

What the actual fuck? Beca thought, trying to gather her thoughts. She felt her eyes widen and her breath hitch as she realised Chloe had seen her staring.

"Like, you know what I regret about college so far?"

Beca thought the shower was a ridiculous place to discuss this but didn't think now was the right time to point it out.

"What?" She deadpanned.

"Not finding the right girl for me. Like they're everywhere, but none of them are the one. Except there's one brunette, but I don't think she likes me in the way I like her…"

"The right girl?"

"Well yeah, guys and me don't mix."

"What about Tom?"

"Tom? Oh, he's one of the High Notes, Bumper kicked him out of the Trebles for being gay – homophobic douche."

"Oh." Beca said, her thoughts spiralling. So Chloe was into girls? And Chloe was single? Beca didn't know how to respond to that. God, Chloe's sexy body was distracting. Look at her toned stomach, no, Beca, focus.

"Anyway," Chloe said, putting a stop to Beca's thoughts, "Don't you have a class you need to get to? Better get going, you don't want to be late."

"Uh-huh," Beca nodded, her brain apparently was incapable of forming actual words. She picked up her shower gel off of the floor, and went to leave the shower.

Knowing it was rude to leave without saying goodbye, Beca poked her head back through the curtain, where Chloe was stood.

"Hey Chloe," she said, capturing the redhead's attention, "you never know, maybe that brunette likes you back. You should ask her." Winking at Chloe, she waved and turned on her heels and said "toodles, Chlo – I'm off to class now."

Leaving the shower block, Beca could hear Chloe humming in the stall. But something about the lack of condensation made her think the redhead was taking a cold shower. She shook her head at that.

Well, that was confusing.

Present Day:

Wow, Beca thought as the memory played through her head. That was the single-most confusing encounter she'd ever had. But it was enough to make her realise that she didn't want the secret relationship she had with Jesse Swanson. It was enough to tell her that no man would ever make her feel the way that redhead did. She might have felt extremely sexually confused, but she was deadly certain that there was only one person she wanted: and that person was Chloe Beale.

She still wanted Chloe now, even if Chloe didn't want her back right now. But she would, eventually. Especially if Beca managed to sort out her work; which she was going to do on Monday. Beca knew that work would definitely be prepared to consider some of those conditions – if not all of them – because she'd deliberately been searching up other labels in the LA area. That will have scared them – particularly when she'd printed application forms from the printer in the main office. She had no intention of using them, but they didn't know that.

Looking at her phone, Beca saw that it was coming up four and smiled. Demi would be round soon.

It was going to be a good night.

AN/ Okay then guys, that's the chapter for today. I've got the next one written, so I'll post it as soon as I hit ten reviews. Bechloe flashbacks are pretty cool, and I think Beca was definitely 'cool for the summer' during that encounter, even if she didn't want to admit it. But idk.

Either way, thanks for reading! Don't forget, reviews mean the chapters come faster!