So, this is my very first fic.. like ever! I would love to know what you think about it. If you have suggestions, let me know! Also, English is not my native language, so the spelling or grammer might be incorrect sometimes. Sorry about that, I'm trying my best! Enjoy.

New York.. One of the biggest cities in de world. Every breath of the city, every heartbeat is filled with speed. People are always in a hurry there. In a hurry to leave home. In a hurry to reach the office. Always in a hurry to be a step or two ahead of life. There is no place for anyone who can't cope there.

This city taught her to be independent. It taught her to fulfil her responsibilities. Taught her to face life.. but couldn't teach her to love. When was the time?

Whenever she watched the city from her usual spot, she felt her father closer. Whenever she missed him, she went to that same spot and cried to herself.

Just like now.

She is Chloe Beale, and this is a her story. The story of a 25 year old redhead. A beautiful redhead with heart-shaped lips and deep blue eyes.

Blue eyes, just like her father's.

After her father passed away, the entire responsibility of the family fell on Jennifer, her mother. But she never allowed them to ever feel the burden of her sorrows.

Chloe lives with her mother, grandmother, little brother Benji and her little step sister Lily. Ever since her father passed away; her grandmother, Jennifer's mother-in-law, treated Jennifer and Lily as if they were nothing. She only seemed to like Chloe and Benji.

….

"Mom, I'm home!" Chloe yelled, walking through the door. She saw a pile of red hair tower over the back of the couch. The same wavy red hair as Chloe.

Jennifer quickly wiped away her tears. "Where were you?" she asked, trying to sound as normal as possible.

"Central Park." Chloe said.

"Central Park? Why?" Jennifer asked.

"To meet someone."

Jennifer turned around to look at her daughter. "Who?!" she asked.

"My prince charming on a beautiful white horse" the younger woman smirked.

"God, Chloe. For a moment I thought you finally had a date." Jennifer said, turning back to the television.

Chloe laughed and picked up a stack of mail on the table. "Bills, bills, bills… Private & confidential?" she frowned.

Jennifer jumped up and grabbed the envelope out of her daughter's hands. "That's mine." She said.

Chloe raised an eyebrow but continued to look through the mail. "What is this? It's Amy's mail again. When will the mailman understand that we are Beale with an 'A' and she is Beele with an 'E'? He always…" she suddenly stopped talking when she looked into her mother's eyes for the first time since she walked in. "Have you been crying?" she asked.

"No, you have been crying." Jennifer said.

Chloe rolled her eyes. "No, mom." They both lied to each other, like every day.

Chloe continued to look through the mail again. "Marriage bureau? Mom, what is this?" she frowned.

"Why don't you ask your grandmother?" Jennifer said coldly. "It must be a new plan to find you a husband. You know how old fashioned and religious she is."

"But I don't even want to get married. Why doesn't Grams leave me alone?" Chloe said furiously. She hated the way her grandmother always tried to find her a husband, as if she was going to get married to someone she doesn't even know.

"Why doesn't she just leave." Jennifer grinned.

"Mom!" Chloe said, poking her mother. "Where is she anyway?" she asked.

"It's almost 8 o'clock." Jennifer winked, laughing.

Chloe's grandmother always started praying at 8 o'clock. Not praying with her eyes closed and hands together like everyone else, but she would pray out loud. More like singing it, actually. They wouldn't mind if she could actually sing, but she was horrible. Her name, by the way, is Iris. She has 2 different dreams. First, that Chloe gets married to a nice man. Second, that Jennifer dies..

"Grams! Stop it!" Chloe yelled to her grandmother.

"Oh God, you interrupted my prayers, don't you have shame?!" Iris said, looking worried as if Chloe was about to get punished out of nowhere.

"Don't you have shame?" Chloe said angrily. "What's this!" she held the envelope in front of her grandmother's face.

Iris took the envelope from Chloe. "Oh look, they sent pictures! All three of them are so good-looking." She said, pointing at the pictures with 3 bearded men.

"Three?" Chloe said, confused. "They all look the same!"

"No, my child. They are different." Iris said.

"Whatever Grams, I'm not interested in marrying anyone." Chloe tried to explain.

"If you don't get married, how will you have children?" The old woman said.

"I can have children, there is no need to get married for that." Chloe laughed, as her grandmother's eyes shot wide open.

…

Chloe walked into her siblings' room to find Benji watching a basketball game and Lily playing with her doll house.

Benji is 11 and has a handicap. He couldn't play basketball like his friends, but he could be as annoying as the other boys. He's a little chubby and wears glasses.

"Benji, turn off the TV!" Chloe shouted. "Whenever I come here, it's always basketball!"

"Just because I can't play, doesn't mean I can't watch." Benji pouted.

Chloe poked him in his chest. "Don't get cute with me, hurry up." She walked towards her step sister. "Lily, help your brother.

Lily was adopted, which is probably why Iris hated her. She is 7 and has dark brown hair, but the same blue eyes as Chloe.

"Chloe, did you see my new dolls?" the little girl said. "This is mommy, this is you, this is Benji, this is me and.." She was about to point at a doll with grey hair as Iris walked in.

"Oh, you're awake!" She smiled at Benji, sitting next to him on his bed. "Looking so good like Heri Putter."

"Harry Potter grandma, it's Harry Potter." He said, pushing his glasses up his nose with his finger.

"Harry, Heri, it's the same." She said.

Lily got up. "Good morning grandma!" She said, smiling at the old woman.

Iris waved her hand at Lily without turning around to look at her, giving all her attention to Benji.

Lily's smile disappeared. She turned back to her doll house and took the grey haired doll away from her perfect family.

….

Chloe was going to meet Amy at Starbucks.

As she walked in, Amy was already ordering.

Amy saw the redhead approaching her. "Hi!" She said. "One minute"

She turned back to the cashier. "Okay, make that 2 glaced doughnuts, 2 blueberry muffins and 2 chocolate frappechinos." She turned to Chloe again. "And what will you have?" she said. Chloe looked surprised. She thought Amy was ordering for both of them, though she should've known better by now. Amy had two problems. The weight she never loses, and the fact that she never feels sad about it.

"One double expresso, please." Chloe finally said.

"Here's your letter. It came to our house again." Chloe said, handing over the envelope. "

Amy grabbed the envelope and started to read the letter inside of it. "Oh wow, Chloe! Blind date application." She said, smiling at the letter. "It's so cool. You just fill in a form, describing the guy of your choice. Write something about yourself. They match the details and bingo, you get the guy!"

"Wow!" Chloe said sarcastically. "And what have you written about yourself?"

"Well, I have written the truth." Amy said, feeling confident.

"What did you write?" Chloe repeated.

"That I'm the hottest model from Tasmania." Amy said. "And that I look like Pamela Anderson from far."

"And up close, like Pamela Anderson's house." Chloe laughed, but realized that her friend wasn't even listening anymore. Instead, she was staring at some guy with his headphones on and his hands in his pockets standing against the wall.

"Just look at him. He's so cute!" Amy said.

"No, Amy, Look at me.." Chloe tried to say something, but Amy cut her off.

"I see you every day Chlo, look at him, he's so cute!"

"Shut up! Boys, boys, boys.. That's all you are interested in." Chloe yelled at the blonde. "What will happen? You will get the boy you want.. he will sleep with you, maybe even get you pregnant, and then he will leave you and go away. What will you do then?! Huh?" Chloe asked.

"Find another guy, what else?" Amy answered.

Chloe slapped her palm against her forehead. "Forget it, just forget it.."

….

Chloe was waiting outside in the rain next to a statue with an umbrella. A statue of a bull. This statue has always been the meeting point of her and her best friend, because it was the exact centre between their houses and close to her best friend's job.

"Chloe!" a blonde woman yelled while running towards the redhead, soaking wet from the rain.

Aubrey Posen. 26. Blonde hair and green eyes. Her parents owned a company and were one of the richest people she knew. Aubrey lived alone though.

How they know each other? For the last one year they have been studying in the evening MBA classes together.

"Hey Bre!" Chloe said, lifting her arm for the blonde to link it with hers so they could fit under the umbrella. "How was your weekend?"

"It was pretty good." Aubrey said, smiling. "Bumper and I.. In the same room.. on the same bed… all weekend." The blonde chuckled.

Chloe's eyes shot wide open, even though she knew Bumper was Aubrey's dog.

"Oh, please" Chloe said, disgusted.

"What?" Aubrey smiled. "It was a very relaxing weekend! Just what I needed"

Okay.. That's it for today ! It's almost 2am, and I have to get up for school tomorrow.

Anyway.. I know not much happened in this chapter, because It was meant for introducing the characters. And I know, Beca hasn't been mentioned yet. Patience! :)