Hello, remember me? I remember you guys. So, this story sort of popped into my head awhile ago and I finally wrote it, so here's the first chapter. It's basically a highschool Bechloe. If you guys are big Jeca fans, I'm sorry, but Bechloe is actually my favorite thing in the entire world. I know a basically all my other stories are Jeca but if you liked my writing there you should still read this anyway because...just because I think it has the potential to be really good despite who is being shipped with whom.

Alright now in reference to BCM Nightly, I got really tired of writing that, Like I don't even remember where I left off on it. It was just really hard for me to get motivated to write it, but look here's this shiny, new story that it good (I think)! So I'm really sorry about BCM. Maybe one day I'll finish it, but for right now its just gonna continue to hang there. Thanks for continuing to read and reread it, that's really cool!

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Aubrey Posen looked up from her biology notes to stare out her window for what felt like the millionth time that afternoon. This was why her father always insisted a desk should never face a window - the outside world had far too many distractions, with nature, weather, and other people it was nearly impossible for a sufficient amount of work to be done in a timely manner. Normally, this wouldn't bother Aubrey and she would be able to concentrate no problem, but not today.

Today it was beautiful outside; senior year had just began and summer still hung on the Georgia air, animals were out and about and the Posen's new neighbors were moving into the house down the hill from them. Aubrey had a clear view of the family and their activity from her second floor window and throughout the day had spent her studying time watching them. She deduced it was a family of four; a red headed man, who Aubrey decided had to be about 38, his wife, another red head around the same age, and finally their ginger daughter, who Aubrey decided was close to her age, and a younger son.

Aubrey's interest in her new neighbors severely outweighed her need to memorize cellular respiration and only when the last moving truck had snaked its way down their driveway and she glance down at her notes again did she realize just how little information she had absorbed in the last 8 hours. Sighing heavily at this realization she dropped her head onto her desk with a thud, he blonde hair splayed out around her while she scrunched her eyes shut in a vain attempt to force information into her brain. But once again her mind wandered to her new neighbors.

The last few months had been hard on Aubrey. Not many people at school were talking to her, not because they didn't like her, as far as she knew, but because they didn't know what to say. People avoided her in the halls and at lunch, so she mostly kept to herself. But these new neighbors were a chance to have friends again, someone who didn't know what had happened and wouldn't be quick to run away. She was beginning to think of what it would be like to hang out with someone her own age again when her father's steely voice echoed into her room through her open door, "Aubrey, come here."

Groaning slightly, she lifted her head off her notebook, peeling the piece of looseleaf off her forehead that had accompanied her and snapped her books shut before placing them in her bag. There was no use trying to study anymore for the day if her head wasn't in the right place she thought to herself while she hurried down the stairs and came to a halt outside of her father's office. "Sir?" she asked tentatively, shooting a glance into her father's dark office where he was pouring over a stack of papers on his mahogany desk.

"There you are," he said, barely looking up from his work to motion her into the office. The two remained in silence while he continued to read and Aubrey waited to be addressed. "We have new neighbors," he said abruptly, not removing his eyes from the words before him.

Aubrey waited for him to continue, but blushed scarlet, her stomach giving a nasty lurch when he finally looked up at her, disapproval etched into the lines of his face at her lack of response. "Yes, sir," she stammered, breathing heavily to calm her stomach and prevent the inevitable from happening.

"I need you to take the house warming gift Ninfa put together for them. I would take it myself but," he looked down at the work in front of him again, "I'm far too busy." He leaned back in his chair and ran a large hand over his smooth shaven face and Aubrey thought for the first time in her life that her dad looked exhausted. His usually menacing green eyes looked worn down, his military straight posture seemed to have a slight curve to it, and his blonde hair, typically neatly styled looked a little messy and like it was thinning. Maybe the last few months had been just as hard on him as they had been on her.

For a few moments Aubrey felt her heart wrench as she took in her father's appearance for the first time in months, "Yeah, no problem, dad," she said softly before quickly correcting herself to "Yes, sir," when his eyebrows raised and his usual demeanor returned. "I'll go right now," she added after a few more seconds, turning quickly and retreating out the door.

In a few minutes Aubrey was rushing back down the hall from her room, excited at the chance to meet the neighbors, shoes on and keys jangling in her hand when she stopped short outside the door down the hall from hers. Sticking her head in the room she squinted around the growing darkness to find her 15 year old sister laying on the floor with her macbook on her stomach. "Gracie, wanna go meet the neighbors with me?"

Grace looked up slowly from her computer with the same tired green eyes Aubrey had seen in her father not five minutes before. "No thanks," she mumbled before looking back at the screen.

Aubrey frowned in response, Grace had been getting more and more distant with each passing week and she was beginning to worry about her. "Are you sure? I think they have a son who might be in your grade," she prompted hoping to get her to come along.

"Its alright, Bree," Grace answered, not removing her eyes from the screen, "I'll go some other time." Realizing there was no use in continuing to prod her, Aubrey made her way downstairs, grabbing the gift basket waiting for her on the kitchen counter before heading out to the garage. Within a few minutes she was pulling her black Range Rover to a stop outside the large brick house and nervously climbing the steps to the front door with the basket balanced in her arms.

At the top of the steps Aubrey peered through the mostly glass front door at the large staircase leading to the second floor while she rang the doorbell. She didn't have long to wait because within a few seconds of the bell ringing the red headed girl she had seen earlier was sprinting down the upstairs hall yelling "I'm coming! I'm coming!" She took the stairs two at time and Aubrey laughed as she skidded to a halt on the other side of the glass door, a large smile on her face, panting slightly from her hasty arrival. "Hi!" she said brightly, pulling open the door and beaming at Aubrey who was still chuckling at her sudden appearance.

"Hi," she answered, smiling nervously. "Um, I live up the hill," she turned and pointed to her house behind her, "and-"

Before she could finish her introduction the red head cut her off, a look of awe in her eyes, "You live up there?" Aubrey nodded and the girl's mouth gaped open slightly, "Shiiiit," she hissed before her eyes fell on the car behind Aubrey, "Is that your's too?"

"Ugh," Aubrey looked at the Range Rover behind her, "Yes."

"Nice," she answered, nodding her head in agreement. "That house is huge, man, its got to be at least worth a million. Not to mention that car; my dad works at a dealership and those are going for 75,000 if that's a 2015." She leaned around Aubrey slightly squinting at the car, "It is. Awesome." She beamed at Aubrey again, who was beginning to struggle under the weight of the basket, "Our realtor told us there was a big, fancy, rich, business man who lived up there, but she didn't say anything about kids."

Aubrey couldn't believe this girl; most people who haven't even introduce themselves won't start in on your apparent financial situation right off the bat, but nothing seemed to be stopping this girl. It wasn't all bad though, something about her made Aubrey feel at ease, "Yeah that's my dad. I'm Aubrey Posen," she finally said, switching the basket to one arm and sticking out her hand for the girl to shake.

"Oh my god, that was so stupid," the girl laughed to herself, taking Aubrey's hand in hers, "I completely forgot to introduce myself! I'm Chloe Beale, it's very nice to meet you Aubrey Posen." She smiled again; Aubrey was beginning to wonder how someone could possibly smile so much all the time without their face hurting. "Where are my manners," Chloe laughed again, "would you like to come inside?" She shifted to the side and let Aubrey through, "And I can take that for you."

"This is from my father," she said handing it over to Chloe, following behind her as Chloe walked further into the house. "He's working late tonight, so he couldn't bring it himself."

"Food!" Chloe cheered as she peered into the basket. The two had arrived in the Beale kitchen and Chloe placed the large basket on the counter, shifting through its contents while she talked nonstop. "This is awesome, thank you so much! We don't really have any food because, you know, we just moved in, so mom, dad, and Corey went to go pick up dinner for us. Corey's my little brother, he's in the ninth grade. He's really nervous about starting high school in a new town, I don't blame him though, I told him gingers always get picked on so its gonna be even harder for him. But, I'm not too worried, he'll do great, he's a great kid. Plus, I'm starting my senior year so I'll be there to beat up any scum that wants to mess with him" She pulled a box of crackers out of the basket, "Ooh, fancy," she cracked the box open and sighed contentedly.

Aubrey stared at her in amazement, Chloe had spoken so rapidly she wasn't entirely sure she had picked it all up. Everything about this girl was the opposite of Aubrey, from the way she spoke, to the way she moved, to the way she ate, like someone was going to come up and steal the crackers away from her before she had the chance to eat them all. Chloe gobbled down a few more before jumping up on the counter behind her and patting the space beside her, an invitation for Aubrey to join her. "No thank you," Aubrey responded politely, preferring to stand instead.

"Suit yourself," Chloe said with another smile. "So, are you in highschool too or college, Aubrey Posen?"

"I'm a senior at West Valley."

"Me too! That's where I'm going! Look at me: already making friends," the self satisfaction on Chloe's face made Aubrey laugh a little again. "Its set, with Aubrey Posen as my first friend I am guaranteed success in this town," she nodded her head earnestly, "I get good vibes from you, Aubrey Posen."

Aubrey wasn't quite sure what vibes those could possibly be and she definitely didn't want to be the one to break the news that being her friend didn't guaranteed societal success at West Valley. "Um, thanks, I think. And you can just call me Aubrey."

"You're welcome," Chloe swung her legs back and forth from her perch, humming happily to herself. "You don't smile a lot, Aubrey Posen," she remarked as an afterthought, ignoring Aubrey's request to abandon her last name, "but you should. You're very pretty when you smile." Chloe grinned and Aubrey felt her face grow warm at the compliment. "Are there any other children up in that house on the hill with you?"

"Yeah, I have a 15 year old sister, Grace-"

"My brother and her are going to fall in love, you wait and see," Chloe winked. "You should have brought her! I would have loved to have met her." Before giving Aubrey the chance to respond Chloe plowed on, "Aubrey Posen, would you like to stay for dinner? I realize we're having Chipotle, but I could text my mom to pick up another burrito for you."

Aubrey smiled at Chloe's invitation, the first one she had received in months, "I would love to, but Ninfa made dinner and I should probably actually get home soon since its a school night. Thank you though."

"No problem! And you're right, education is very important," Chloe hopped down from the counter. "I'll tell my parents you stopped by, they'll be psyched I've made friends so quickly." She led the way back to the front door, "You should totally come over some time again, I'm sure they'd love to meet you, and bring your sister next time!"

"Oh thank you, I will. You're more than welcome to come to my house whenever you want too," Aubrey offered, secretly thinking her dad would explode when he met Chloe; she was loud and funny and didn't feel the pressure to constantly be ladylike, everything her father had preached against. But she liked Chloe and that was enough for her.

"Thanks again for the gift basket!" Aubrey was turning to walk out the front door when Chloe pulled her into an unexpected hug, squeezing her tightly. "I'll see you at school tomorrow, Aubrey Posen," she said releasing Aubrey, to let her leave.

Just as Aubrey was getting ready to drive away a thought occurred to her. Rolling down her window she yelled out to Chloe who was busy swinging on the porch swing, "Do you need a ride to school tomorrow?"

A huge smile split across Chloe's face, "Yeah, that would be awesome! Thank you! Do you care if Corey comes too?"

"Not at all," Aubrey answered happily. "I'll pick you up at 7:45. Bye!"

"Bye, Aubrey Posen," Chloe yelled as Aubrey drove away down her driveway.

Maybe senior year wouldn't be so bad after all they both thought as Aubrey made her way back home.