A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for the support and the reviews so far. This is chapter 5 featuring the return of the Bellas and some light-hearted moments and a few throwbacks (from the earlier chapters of 'Your Love is a Song'). Songs featured include 'I Got You' by Leona Lewis, 'Rest Your Love' by The Vamps, and 'Collide' by Howie Day.

I might have gotten carried away with things so it's a little long (which makes up for the lack of updates for the last weeks, hopefully). The end of this chapter sort of resonates chapter 7 from the last fic. Anyways, enjoy! The next chapters are… well…

And speaking of the next chapters… sorry for the irregular uploads. It might take some time for the next ones because I want to at least upload chapters 6-12 on a regular basis, perhaps one chapter per day, mostly because they're a little blue and I don't want to leave you guys hanging. Just got busy with work and all.

I don't own pitch perfect.

Beca's been feeling more 'normal' lately.

At least that's what she thought, there wasn't any real good way to say it. It was an odd situation she was in, a situation no one could ever probably predict happening to themselves, and so what else could Beca really do?

Two months have passed by. Chloe, she's been a blessing really. She was like a ray of light, a bubble of hope and optimism. She started to smile more and more, never pushing at Beca, always patiently waiting. It was always Beca who set the pace of things, if she wanted to talk about the past – though she's honestly avoided it for now – or if she wanted to get to know Chloe again, or talk about music, or simply just spend time together. She defined things, and Chloe was probably an actual angel on earth to simply accept things.

Sometimes Beca wondered why and how she ever deserved Chloe, a thought that was nudging at her with a sense of familiarity, but she simply shrugged it off.

Things progressed slowly, but Beca thought that maybe they were getting better. Does she remember the past? No. Not even the slightest clue on anything, but she was able to adjust more and more in their normal pace of living. Chloe even managed to convince her to talk to her dad over the phone the other day. The conversation was light, and Beca was somewhat pleasantly surprised to find that the strain in their conversations were gone. She had no animosity or resentment with him, and she realized that the grudge she was holding on over him for whatever reason had long been swept away. She can't remember how, but she's slowly understanding what Luke had meant the other day when they had lunch together.

"Just because you can't remember it doesn't mean it didn't happen Becky. Doesn't mean it isn't real either. You can feel it, I know you can."

"Can you be anymore vague?" Beca retorted.

"I'm just saying. Give things a try. Give remembering a try. Look at old photos, didn't Stacie give you some before leaving? Or maybe listen to old mixes and stuff, maybe they can jog your memory a bit."

"Fine I'll give it a shot." Beca replied, and that was probably one of the reasons why she was in Chloe's car at the moment, approaching the old beach house that the Bellas had apparently rented for the first weekend of summer.

"You know it's not too late for me to drive back if this feels too much for you." Chloe said as they pulled up the parking lot, three other cars already there.

"I'm not going to make you drive all the way back to drop me off our apartment just because I panicked at the last second." Beca replied adamantly. "Look, Chloe, I've probably been a total nightmare to deal with for the past few months, probably very frustrating too, Luke doesn't hold back in letting me know that, so this is me making a compromise. You've been extremely patient with me, the least I could do is give jogging my memory a shot, give the Bellas a shot, I mean they're supposed to be my friends, right? I mean, they are the Barden Bellas, and Emily is one of them too. And you were a Bella too. That has to mean something. I trust you and Emily, I think I should give the Bellas the chance to help me regain my memories."

Chloe smiled and gave out a chuckle before shaking her head. She blushed a little when Beca said that she trusted her, this despite barely remembering all that they've been through. But she couldn't help but imagine what the Bellas might actually be willing to try to do to help Beca get her memory back. "I'm not going to lie, them being the Barden Bellas is what's making me a little worried here." she said in a low tone and Beca had been very tempted to ask what she meant but she lost the courage to do so. "Are you sure you want to do this? Final question."

"If I don't do this now, when will I ever? I'm ready Chloe."

Chloe killed off the engine and nodded slowly. "Don't say I didn't warn you." she said in a way the Beca thought was a joke.

However she started to doubt that it was the moment she entered the door and she got flung up in a tight hug by a seemingly hysteric blonde – Australian? Judging from the accent at least – going on and on and on about how she nearly thought she had lost her best friend, and for some reason she was calling her Shawshank, and nothing in the world makes sense as she swung her round and round in her bear hug, seeing a flash of faces appear before her, Chloe looked like she was actually going to panic, worried about how she would possibly react to all this invasion of personal space.

"Amy, put Mitchell down! She's already been through a lot, don't traumatize her for a second time!" Aubrey barked, and the blonde called Amy.

"Oh right, sorry there Shawshank, you okay? Didn't mean to startle you, just, broke my heart when I heard what happened and all." Amy rambled on as she placed Beca down.

"Shawshank?" Beca asked looking all confused, and quite frankly a little rattled by the whole event. To Beca, Amy was still a stranger, and she was just lifted up by a stranger and squished tightly in a hug, which was a no-no on Beca's rules of personal space.

"Oh right, amnesia and all. Well Shawshank, you earned the nickname because you went to prison."

"Amy!" Chloe warned when she saw the panic in Beca's eyes. "Not exactly what happened." she then turned to explain to the confused and slightly scared DJ.

"Okay." Beca said slowly, "What did happen exactly?"

"Oh, I'm so glad you asked Shawshank." Amy then said in a sing-song voice, placing an arm around her, urging her to walk with her side by side towards the living room where the rest of the Bellas were.

Somehow Beca had lost the feeling of certainty she had in the car.

"How are you holding up?" Aubrey asked Chloe as she got back down the stairs, settling in her room with Beca.

"I'm okay." Chloe replied thoughtfully before she proceeded to explain the current rooming situation being a potential problem since technically other than the night Beca heard her sing for the first time and uncontrollably sobbed, they haven't really shared the same bed.

Although technically that light they fell asleep on the couch because Beca sought to feel Chloe's warmth and Chloe was more than willing to oblige. She missed Beca and for whatever reason, despite s the silence, Beca chose to be in her arms and by her side. That meant something to Chloe.

"There's a spare single pullout mattress under the bed, so don't worry." Aubrey replied "Stacie had the same concerns, she was worried about Beca and I think she feels guilty about throwing all the pictures and videos of the Bellas so quickly at her after she woke up at the hospital. She wants to make up for it. But seriously Chlo, how are you? This, well, this is new territory right here."

Chloe sighed. "It's really just the same as before, when we were still getting to know each other. The only difference is this time we have a history together. A past that makes things a little harder sometimes emotionally when I forget that Beca doesn't remember all the things that matter to the history of us."

Aubrey nodded and placed a hand over her best friend's shoulders. "If you ever need anything Chlo, distance means nothing, I'll be there, okay?"

"I know Bree. I know." Chloe replied and the two of them made their way back towards the beach, enjoying the feeling of the sun. The rest of the Bellas were already outside having fun, Beca and Lilly, and Emily noticeable absent.

"They're still at the living room, Emily just got here and because she didn't have the chance to visit Beca since the accident so she's still gushing over the fact that Beca's alive and all." Stacie said joining the two as they stepped outside.

"Well, she's with Emily, at least I don't need to worry that much." Chloe said before asking. "How was she with the Bellas earlier?"

"Ah, well, that's a whole other story." Stacie then replied before rushing over to the rest of the Bellas leaving Chloe wondering what she could have meant by that.

"I'm just, God, I'm so sorry Beca. After I heard I tried moving my flight to California earlier, but then Charlie, this new girl with the Bellas, got into an accident on her own and we got swamped with dealing with things for Nationals and helping her out, then I got sick, and it was just so many things happening in so little time. Luke and Chloe reassured you were okay and in safe hands, and oh Beca, I'm just glad your safe and alive and all." Emily kept rambling on, exclaiming for the umpteenth time how much she's relieved that Beca was alive despite having no memories whatsoever of the last four years or so.

"Emily. Breathe." Beca said, a part of her slightly amused that despite she couldn't remember the Emily she had become the last few years, she was still somewhat the same Emily she could remember. "I'm fine, okay? Alive and kicking, and still somewhat confused even more with the Bellas all sharing their stories of me at the same time. The only thing I got out of it all was that I punched someone and the police took me and Luke bailed me out? Remind me to ask him about that."

"Oh, were they trying to explain the nickname? That's a good story." Emily then said with a smile.

"So I've heard, I think." Beca replied with a nervous smile. "They always a lively bunch?" she asked in a low tone, glancing at Lilly who was fiddling with her laptop at the armchair across where Beca sat.

"Yeah, they're a handful sometimes Beca, but the Bellas, we're a family. They just love you and all so I guess they're just excited to see you whole."

"Except I'm not whole." Beca argued.

"Memories can be forgotten Beca, but some bonds just simply exist and they can never be broken." Emily replied and Beca couldn't help but smile proudly at her, wise words coming from the little girl who only wanted to become a Bella ever since she was younger. "Now come on Beca, how about we join them outside in the sun. It could be fun."

"I think I'll pass for now Ems. But I'm glad to see you here too." Beca replied and watch the youngest Bella of the group rush towards her shared room and change into her swimsuit to join the rest of her friends.

The first five minutes after was spent in silence, and normally Beca didn't mind it, but her mind was a little busy with processing a lot of information at the moment. She was itching to reach for her headphones and bury herself in the music she knew she could depend on and escape in, but a part of her was fighting the urge.

The Bellas all seemed nice, even if Beca didn't have a single clue how to interact with them. And something that Emily said did resonate within her. The Bellas loved her, and truth be told, Beca didn't know what to do with it. The feeling and knowledge that a whole group of people loved her, despite not being exactly who she was before, she knew that what Emily had said was true. They loved her.

Just like even though Chloe doesn't say anything, doesn't try and clarify the state of their relationship considering Beca's situation, she knows without a doubt that Chloe loves her too.

Beca sighed and got up, leaving Lilly behind in the living room, as she made her way towards the glass door by hall connecting the living room to the kitchen. She looked out to see the Bellas having fun at the beach, swimming, playing around and having fun. Jessica, or was it Ashley, ran up to Ashley, or Jessica if Beca was mistaken, to hand her a water gun and before long the Barden Bellas were acting like teenagers shooting each other with a spray of water. Even Chloe was laughing, she looked like she was having a great time, smiling and everything. The sight made Beca smile, something inside of her stirring, like a need and a want to keep that smile on Chloe's face for as long as possible. She knew, of course she did, that all she's ever brought her lately was pain and misery. Beca's aware of it, she broke Chloe's heart without meaning to and she's continuously mending it to be the strong support that Beca needed her to be.

And so all that Beca could think of was that Chloe most definitely needed this mini vacation, she deserved this.

Beca looked over to Lilly who had approached her, the two were now standing by the glass door. "So, uh, why aren't you out there with them?" Beca asked. Lilly, as she heard Amy called her earlier, had pretty much stayed silent during the whole brief re-emersion process with the Bellas earlier. She did notice her trying to say something earlier in a whisper but Beca failed to catch what it was. She didn't say a word after that so she figured that it probably wasn't too important.

Lilly just shrugged, turning to look at Beca.

"Oh, um, okay then." Beca mumbled as a response, painfully feeling every second of awkwardness between her and Lilly, before looking back towards where Chloe was, she was talking to Aubrey about something before Amy splashed her with the water from a rather huge water gun, hitting Aubrey in the process as well and Aubrey's phone, that for some reason she didn't seem to want to put down. Aubrey then took off in a rampage, chasing after all the Bellas with a water gun and Chloe couldn't help but laugh.

Beca felt herself smiling even bigger than before. But the smile quickly faded away as she felt Lilly still staring at her, not even blinking. "Uh, looks like they're having fun, huh?" Beca then said awkwardly, trying to make small talk, not exactly sure why Lilly was staring so intently at her. But then Lilly surprised her when she reached out and pulled her in a hug and Beca finally understood what Lilly had been trying to say earlier.

"Glad you're okay Beca." she had said in a light, barely audible, whisper.

Beca found herself smiling lightly, relaxing a little as Lilly had released her. She tried to find the right words to say but she couldn't. It was a little bit overwhelming, truth be told, but she could feel that there was nothing to fear. She was in safe hands with the Bellas.

Cynthia Rose had chosen that exact moment to come back in the kitchen. "I feel bad for those water guns." she mumbled under her breath and Beca wanted to ask why and what she meant by that but before she could, Cynthia Rose looked up towards her and Lilly, "Mind if you guys help me in prepping lunch? We all agreed to make it but the rest of the Bellas are currently in some weird sand ditch somewhere with the Aca-Nazi going on and on about the rules of engagement with water guns."

"Yeah, sure, let me know what you need." Beca replied. There was no need for her to ask about the Aca-Nazi, something deep inside her knew that she meant Aubrey.

Beca found herself enjoying the company of both Lilly and Cynthia Rose at the kitchen, doing something with her hands once again. Chloe quickly joined them, along with Stacie, the only two who actually escaped the wrath of Aubrey. She exchanged smiles with the redhead, and Beca couldn't help but notice how lovely Chloe's eyes were when she was happy. She looked lovely overall, very much relaxed for once, and then Beca's mind couldn't help but go a little further realizing that Chloe looked spectacular in her bikini – she was feeling a little insecure and conscious, and maybe a little shy, to join the Bellas in her only available swimwear that she really didn't pack one before they leave – and she had to fight herself now and stop herself from blushing every time her hands accidentally bushed against Chloe or whenever they nearly bumped into each other. Then of course things just went spiraling out of control form her thoughts when Beca realized she was acting like a bumbling idiot now that Chloe was around – the rest of their company didn't seem to mind it much – and it didn't help that she had just now realized that though she couldn't remember it exactly she had been in a relationship with Chloe for the last few years which meant that technically Chloe has seen her in her bikini so her initial reservations were ridiculous and then she realized that because of that length of time Chloe had seen all of her and now she was more conscious and things were just spilling out of her brain with not so PG-13 thoughts occupying some of her brain space instead of trying to jog her memory and…

"Shorty? Beca! Are you okay? You look like you're about to short circuit there." Cynthia Rose noted, as she gently took away the knife from Beca and she realized she was about an inch away from chopping her own finger instead of chopping vegetables.

"Ah, sorry about that. Guess I was just a little tired." Beca replied.

"Do you want to rest in the room, I can come get you when the food is ready." Chloe then said.

"No, I might just step out for some air or something, maybe lie on the couch." Beca replied with a shrug.

And somehow she found herself drifting off for a short nap, thinking about showers and David Guetta for some unexplainable reason.

When Beca woke up Stacie was standing next to the couch, looking down on her with a smile. "How long was I out for?" Beca asked.

"Just about twenty minutes. We're almost ready, Flo and Denise are thankfully free now and are setting the table outside. It's a pretty nice day and all." Stacie replied.

"Cool. Uh, so do you guys still need my help?" Beca asked, sitting up, and Stacie shook her head. "Alright then." she said nodding. "Looks like I have a few minutes of down time."

"Yeah, about that, I hope you don't mind me occupying that." Stacie replied, sitting down next to her. "Look Beca, I wanted to apologize for trying to dump too many information on your lap back at the hospital and all. I was a little irrational, I know that probably gave you a little bit of hell and that it really didn't help much forcing you to think about it. I guess I was just desperate to get my best friend back."

Beca looked at Stacie thoughtfully. "Yeah, I guess I get it. The first weeks back home, Luke would try and spend a lot of time to me and tell me stories about the time when we were both DJs at the Barden radio station. Sometimes I just wanted to take a break and breathe you know, it can feel a little suffocating, but other times, I don't know, a part of me wanted to hear the stories try to make me remember the memories. It's frustrating when I can't, which is pretty much always, but I'd like to imagine how things went down."

Stacie gave out a chuckle. "Yeah, we had some pretty colorful adventures back then. But I want you to know Beca, you're my best friend no matter what, it doesn't matter to me if you ever remember anything or not. You're my best friend. We can always make new memories together."

"Thanks Stacie." Beca said, Stacie's words reaching through to her.

Stacie patted her on her hand. "Ready to go?" she heard her ask.

"Yeah, I'm hungry." Beca admitted as they made their way out.

And you know, you know where to find me
Yeah you know where to look when you're looking for love
And you know, you know where I'm hiding
Yeah you know, and you know

That when the stars go out
You can rest your love on me
And when the world gets loud
Baby you can rest your love on me

The Bellas were all singing out loud, drowning out the song coming from the speaker set-up outside, the music coming from the playlist of one of the Bellas. "Why do I feel like I'm babysitting children?" Aubrey had said as she settled down next to the Bellas who were all covered with sand. They seem to be having all kinds of fun despite getting reprimanded by Aubrey.

They all had lunch and somehow things settled down a little, everyone had their chance to talk about what they've been up to the last few months, and Beca could almost recognize what it was like to be part of the Bellas. Almost.

Everyone tried to stir clear of the wedding that almost happened, and Beca couldn't help but wonder how the conversations would have turned out if she didn't get into the accident. There probably would have been a bit of teasing, considering how lively the Bellas were, instead of the somber tone that had taken over them. They particularly grew silent when a mix of a few Justin Timberlake songs started to play. "Hey, this one's really good." Beca thought out loud.

"Considering it was your inception, it really is." Aubrey replied.

"Oh." Beca replied, bringing into mind to things, the Bellas have heard her mixes for sure, and that if they all grew silent about this, then this particular number had some significant meaning behind it.

If anything, Beca had wanted to relearn her past now more than ever. She wanted to understand the inside jokes, the meaningful glances between her friends. She wanted to know the Bellas the way they deserved to be known to her.

It was a bit surreal. In truth Amy wasn't even expecting Beca to show up after all that's happened, she's both heard from Chloe and Luke how much she's reverted back into her old self, and probably even more difficult and worse than before, mostly because she didn't want to face everything that has changed that she didn't get to recall she was a part of.

So yeah, she's been overly emotional about trying to get Beca to remember everything, she missed the tiny DJ she's gotten to know, and while she was there, sitting across the table or somewhere by the couch sticking only with the few people she felt she was familiar with enough, Amy knew that things were different. That maybe she could fool herself into thinking that nothing bad has happened, but deep down inside she knew, it was as if a piece of her had died when Beca lost her memory, and if that's how she felt herself, what more did Luke or Emily feel, having known her the longest and seeing how much she's grown only for all to be lost? What more did Chloe feel, essentially losing the love of her life and dealing with a Beca that doesn't even know how she feels about her anymore?

Maybe that's why Amy couldn't help herself but be overwhelmed when she saw the tiny DJ walk in that door, and maybe that's why she's been trying to come up with crazy plans all day trying to desperately help Beca get her memories back. All her ideas being quickly shot down by Stacie.

To her defense, they were all brilliant ideas, albeit a little unconventional.

A place to crash
I got you
No need to ask
I got you
Just get on the phone
I got you
Come and pick you up if I have to
What's weird about it
Is we're right at the end
Ain't mad about it
Just figured it out in my head
I'm proud to say
I got you

The Bellas had all gathered by the living room. It was just after dinner and it was agreed that no crazy drunken shenanigans shall ensue, they were all grown-ups now. Besides, they all didn't want to overwhelm Beca too much.

It was just after dinner, and they found themselves settling in watching videos of old Bellas performances, Beca seemed pretty receptive to it. She was beaming with pride despite acting all bashful whenever the rest of the girls pointed out that she was the one who made the set-list, being the one responsible for the Bella sound that had swept them through three National titles and the Worlds.

Now they were currently stuck watching old videos of rehearsals, parties of sorts and all, the Bellas singing along with their younger selves as the reminisced about the past.

"Don't think we've forgotten about the new Bellas, Emily. Tomorrow we'll be judging your performance videos." Aubrey had said in a serious tone that Amy noticed a visible gulp coming from the youngest Bella.

Beca had chuckled before excusing herself to grab a drink from the kitchen just as the Bellas reach the chorus of the song. Amy noticed Chloe look up, watching the DJ leave the room, before turning her attention back to the screen and to her friends.

Go ahead and say goodbye
I'll be alright
Go ahead and make me cry
I'll be alright
And when you need a place to run to
For better for worse
I got you, oh
I got you, oh

And so Amy took this as her chance to get Beca all to herself.

"Amy, you better not try anything stupid." Stacie said as she quickly caught up with her. They've been hovering by the hallway, watching Beca pour herself a glass of water.

"What? I wasn't planning to." Amy said with a shrug.

"I swear to God Amy, if Beca ends up getting hit on her head with a frying pan, I'm looking at you." Stacie sighed before turning to leave.

"It could work." Amy argued.

"This isn't a cartoon." she heard Stacie huff before completely disappearing.

Amy shrugged again, making her way to the kitchen and building her confidence. She still thinks her plan could work, but for the sake of keeping her head in case things backfired epically, she decided to let it go.

"Hey Shawshank. You don't mind if I keep calling you that right?" Amy said as she made her entrance to the kitchen.

Beca shook her head, setting down the glass on the kitchen counter. "Although I do need a clearer depiction of what happened." she said with a light smile and Amy laughed.

"The sane ones in the group would most likely argue I'm not the best one to ask that. All I can say is you have one mean hook. I've seen you punch your way through asshats for the last few years Beca, all deserved their broken bloody noses. Even knocked the teeth out of some guy's jaw."

"That…. That, oddly enough, sounds like me." Beca then admitted giving something like a half laugh as she shook her head.

"Hey Beca."

"Yeah?"

"I miss you." Amy noted. "And I know, it's probably all new to you again, but I promise you it's all good with us. We were roommates you know, for a while. And believe it or not, I'm one of your secret keepers. You were doing this midnight run as a DJ before and you were keeping your identity a secret and all. For a time, Stacie and I, we helped you out with the Bellas when you stayed up later, or when you were to tired and almost missed rehearsals. And when you got that last internship during the school year, I helped you out too. You were keeping it a secret from everyone because you didn't want them to think you didn't care about the Bellas. But anyways, what I'm saying here is, nothing's changed, not for me. And if you need to talk to anyone, if you need a friend or something, I'm here. I know I still live oceans away, I'm trying to work on that, but I'm always here for you Shawshank."

Beca smiled. "Yeah, uh thanks. Sorry if I'm all weird."

"Oh come one Beca, we both know you're always a little weird, we all are. We love you anyways." Amy then said, giving her a brief hug.

Beca had been tinkering with the old radio by the bedside table when Chloe finally got up to the room. She's even got the dusty old spare mattress set up on the floor near the bed, with a pillow laid neatly on top of it. Chloe frowned. But it was mostly because Beca was on said old mattress instead of the bed.

Chloe was about to say something about it when Beca looked up and beat her to it. "You've already been sleeping on the couch back home, I'm not going to let your stubbornness deprave you anymore of a goodnight's sleep. You deserve it." Beca said.

Chloe sighed in defeat. "You're the one being stubborn. Aubrey was warning me that that mattress is all springy and stiff, you won't be comfortable."

"No it won't." Beca replied. "Besides, if it is, wouldn't you be the one uncomfortable?"

Chloe was about to raise an argument that since Beca was the one who, despite looking like she's a hundred percent functioning, was still recovering. But then again, to Chloe at least, Beca would always be stuck on that recovering phase, not until the whole of her comes back to her. To Chloe, she was just a fragile girl who couldn't even remember she's all grown up, and she doesn't want to add another scratch or crack on that surface, she just wants to wrap her up and keep her safe. Truth be told, even though Beca wasn't fighting for her life when she saw her on that hospital bed, she was still broken and bruised and cut up, and the thought of it still haunts Chloe. The fear that something terribly irreversible would have happened to Beca and she would have lost her forever had been very heartbreaking, she herself was still mending. Though Chloe couldn't help but think that it mostly because a part of her was living that worst case scenario in her head. Beca was back with her, she just wasn't exactly Beca.

And so a part of Chloe was always going to want Beca to be safe, and whole, and careful, and comfortable. Because she was afraid to lose anymore of her.

But Chloe never was able to raise any argument. "I'll be fine here." Beca said as she started lightly bouncing up and down the mattress laid on the floor. "See, it's not so ba- ouch!"

"What's wrong?" Chloe asked, snapping out of her thoughts and looking all worried.

"Ah, nothing. I think I actually broke the springs. One of them hit me." Beca said, standing up and moving towards the floor. To where she sat earlier was a few coiled springs poking through and from what Chloe could tell, if Beca rubbing her butt was any indication, it would seem that it stung her a little.

Beca started to pull the mattress to one corner of the room just as a few more springs coiled up, making its way through the surface. "Guess it's the floor for me." Beca mumbled.

"No it isn't." Chloe said, sitting down by the foot of the bed.

"I'm not going to let you sleep on the floor." Beca argued.

Chloe looked around and grabbed the biggest pillow she could find and placed one in the middle of the bed. She knew that Beca might be uncomfortable with it given their circumstance, but if she would keep vehemently protesting against the idea that Chloe should sleep on the floor then this would have to do. "Look Beca," Chloe started to say, "either you let me sleep on the floor or we'll just have to share the bed. It's big enough for the two of us and if you're worried about anything, then we'll have this pillow right here in between."

"It's not… I'm not worried… it's just… I mean you… it's just the honor-… look I'm trying to be chiva-… ugh… I'm fine with the floor." Beca grumbled as her cheeks turned red, her eyes quickly darting away from Chloe to stare on the floor.

Chloe bit her lips to try to stifle a laugh, but it was a futile attempt. She ended up laughing, eventually lying down on her side of the bed as she tried to contain her laughter. Beca looked at her confused, her brows knitted up tightly together as she tried to figure out what was just too funny for Chloe. She was also a little annoyed at the thought that Chloe might be laughing at her expense and the redhead could see it clearly in her eyes. Beca was like an open book sometimes and she was just that somethings never changed.

"You always do this." Chloe said, a bit of a giggle still breaking out in between her words as she lied down her back facing the ceiling. "You did this a few times before too, although I think I nodded off to sleep the first time and I really couldn't argue with you."

"Wait, I do?" Beca asked as she shyly sat on the opposite side of the bed, the pillow Chloe had placed in between them the only thing separating their bodies.

"Yeah. We were in your dorm room. It was like, three in the morning then, I think, when you came back. It was freshmen year and you hadn't told anyone that you were the Midnight DJ on the campus station. The Bella shad a party and I left for a while and when I came back you were gone so I went to your dorm room and waited for a while."

"How long did you wait?" Beca asked, facing the ceiling just like Chloe.

"About two or three hours I think." Chloe answered truthfully. "Somewhere in between. I wanted to talk to you."

"About what?" Beca prodded, wanting to know more. She was trying to imagine Chloe waiting for her on some generic dorm hallway.

"It doesn't matter. We did talk for at least two more hours or so before I nodded off. We never really got to talking about what I wanted to talk to you about then. I don't mind though. Things unfolded, eventually." Chloe replied, her voice was soft and sweet. She was reminiscing about the past, the night she initially broke up with Tom. The night she thought to herself she was falling helplessly for Beca.

But Beca didn't need to know that now.

"So I slept on the floor then?" Beca asked with a chuckle.

"Yep. After you tucked me in all nicely. After that, every time the Bellas had a party and it was late or something, I'd force you to stay in my room and sleep on my bed since it was big enough for the two of us. We'd also argue about why you shouldn't sleep on the floor and I won every time." Chloe then said. She was starting to feel tired and sleepy, the way she was laying down was really comfortable that she could feel her whole body relax easily.

She felt the pillow between her and Beca pulled down slightly. Chloe turned her head and saw Beca's eyes meeting hers. "You could have saved me the trouble and told me you win every argument from the start."

"Is that your way of conceding this fight?" Chloe asked, a triumphant smile already on her face.

"I don't think it's really much of a fight when I'm set to lose from the very start." Beca replied with a chuckle. "Goodnight Chloe." she mumbled before turning around, grabbing the pillow that was initially on the old mattress and was now on the floor, pulling it close to her body to bury her face.

Chloe smiled slightly, "Goodnight Beca." she had whispered before finally giving in to the sleep that was taking over her.

The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you
Yeah

Beca's eyes fluttered open just in time for the opening lines of the song softly playing on the radio she was pretty sure was broken last night. She tried tuning it in on any station she could find that played any decent music. Once she did, however, it started to die off. She replaced the batteries with new ones but that didn't do the trick. She had been fiddling with it nonstop until Chloe came in last night that she had forgotten that she had actually left it turned on. Somehow, it seemed, it was able to fix itself overnight.

And now Beca found herself staring at Chloe's face, studying the patterns the sunlight formed on her cheeks, as she listened to the song.

I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again

Somehow, overnight, it would also seem that she had turned to face Chloe, her arms reaching out over the threshold of the pillow to hold Chloe's hands, one leg also daring to cross the line and brushing up against Chloe's own.

This wasn't the first time she woke up this close to Chloe since her accident. Actually, the last time, she was probably all tangled up with the redhead, falling asleep on the couch and all after she ended up crying for no fathomable reason, just that she heard Chloe sing and the words carried over by her voice had gotten through to her like something she never experienced before.

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide

She was slightly disappointed that there was a pillow between them but she reasoned that it was for the better. It'll only muddle things up with their currently undefined relationship if it wasn't, if she woke up once again in Chloe's arms. There was a part of her that didn't feel like she deserved it, Chloe's clear love and affection. Not the way she was. Maybe it was what added to her frustration even more. She could feel it, Chloe's love. She just couldn't remember how she herself had been able to love her.

I'm quiet you know
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind

There was once a time Beca thought it would be impossible for her to love anyone. She had been hurt too many times that she had somehow convinced herself she had no heart left, no ability to love anymore. Sure she cared about her mom, Emily, and eventually even Luke. But that was different. She had thought she was too damaged to be able to love anyone truthfully and wholly.

But Chloe was proving her wrong.

And right now, at least, she was having difficulty reconciling the two things, so she's pushed back the thoughts of what she felt for the redhead deep down in the darkest recesses of her mind for the time being.

Beca breathed a deep sigh before carefully taking her hand back, shifting towards the edge of the bed. Soon she was standing up, making her way towards the little balcony of the bedroom. The Bellas had given them the master's bedroom of the house, and it was quite nice and spacey, Beca liked it mostly because it gave her the space to breathe and think.

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time
I somehow find
You and I collide

Beca leaned on the edges of the railing, looking at the waves slowly crashing on the shore. The sun was out, and the bright day had greeted her with a gentle breeze that made it feel like it was a perfect day to be out in the sun. The past day hadn't been as bad as she had thought it would be. A part of her had been scared. Of what, she wasn't sure of. She was just really thankful Luke had gotten through to her a little and Chloe managed to convince her to come.

She liked the Bellas. They never pushed too much despite being quite a handful at times. She just wished she could offer a bit more of herself back.

And somehow Beca couldn't help but think that she was like the waves, crashing onto the shores before rolling back to the sea. It was one step forward and two step back every time. At least that's how she felt.

Don't stop here
I've lost my place
I'm close behind

But last night was great, it was wonderful.

Sure she had no idea what the Bellas were talking about, and her wild imagination was painting quite a picture with their tales that she wasn't entirely sure if they actually happened the way they were telling it.

But Chloe's little tale, a simple anecdote of Beca's stubbornness. That felt nice. Somehow she could really imagine it.

It felt real.

It felt true.

And it made Beca a little sad that she couldn't remember it. Instead she could only try and hope to imagine it as close to how it really happened, closing her eyes tightly as Chloe talked about the two of them arguing on whether or not she should sleep on the floor, or tucking Chloe in her bed.

But she just couldn't picture the bed, or how her dorm room looked like, or what color was the walls in Chloe's bedroom.

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills your mind
You finally find
You and I collide

But Beca felt a connection and that was enough for now.

And Beca could only hope that it would eventually turn into a spark that would illuminate her foggy mind

You finally find
You and I collide

"I never thought I'd see the day you wake up earlier than I do." Chloe said, stepping up into the balcony, trying to stifle a yawn. She leaned on the railings ad stole a quick glance at Beca before turning her attention to the beach. "You were right, that was a decent night's sleep. Maybe even the best I've had in a while."

Beca chuckled. "I'm glad you think that I was right."

Chloe bumped shoulders with Beca before turning around. Was that her way of thanking her? Just a force of habit? She wasn't sure. She was just really starting to once again navigate everything that was Chloe Beale.

"Come on. You're probably hungry. Let's make some breakfast. Knowing the Bellas, they're still asleep."

"Sure, let me help you." Beca replied with a light smile on her face before stepping out of the balcony.

You finally find
You and I collide

PS: If you have nay requests whatsoever (song-wise or scene maybe) just let me know. PM me here or shoot me a message via tumblr (thehypotensivegrad). I'm always up for anything and if they fit the story, I would likely incorporate them in the chapters ;) Overall I do have a general idea of what will happen in the story, sometimes the story just gets away with me and it becomes something even more than I have originally imagined :P