A/N:Some things to take in before reading.

1.Max never lived in Arcadia Bay when she was little and lived in Seattle during her time hence why she doesn't know Chloe/Rachel

2.Chloe and Rachel successfully left the bay during the time of BTS.

3. (Minor detail) Jefferson isn't a creep and is actually what he's suppose to be aka a famous photographer/teacher.

4.Chloe and Rachel are super close BFFS and aren't dating for the sole purpose of AmberField

5.I don't exactly know how the modeling/photography business works so forgive me if I make some errors there. I know you need a agent and agencies have to look through some crap before you can even model, so I got that part covered.

6.Max is a somewhat known photographer in this AU. Also this takes place in Los Angeles.

Everything else will be explained within the story. Now without further of a do, BOOM.

"Happy Birthday Max." Max said to herself as she shut off her alarm. She rubbed her eyes before getting out of bed and fixing the blanket. She stretched for a bit and looked at herself in mirror and saw she was starting to get bags under her eyes. "How awesome is that?" She sarcastically remarked. She then walked out of her room and into the hallway, approaching the bathroom. Once she got inside, she immediately turned the water on and began to strip down until she was naked. She entered the shower after waiting for the hot water to come on and started thinking.

What am I going to do today? Probably the same thing i've always been doing...taking pictures. I guess I can't complain since this is the career I signed up for. I do wish for something different from time to time when it comes to the pictures at least. It is my birthday though so I guess can treat myself to something nice. Right? But where though? I'll decide on it later. Anyways, I wonder what dads doing right now? Probably watching the news and drinking coffee as always. I wish he saw things the way I did for once. Like im 19 already with my own apartment and photography studio and yet he thinks I can't make choices for myself. How crazy is that? I get that he's my parent and that he's suppose to help guide me through life but staying in Seattle wasn't getting me anywhere. Thank dog I made the choice to go Arcadia Bay tho. Blackwell was one messed up place but the most crazy thing was that Mark Jefferson was a teacher there. Who would've guessed that Mark Jefferson picked my picture for the best photo in the EveryDay Heroes Contest. Better yet who would've guessed that it would be hung up in a museum in San Francisco!! Actually now thinking about it...life seems so surreal and maybe boring. I miss my old friends. I wonder how Kate is doing...after that whole party incident she had, I don't think i'd be the same ever again. I hope she's doing good. Same thing with Warren. I wonder how he's doing. He was always the smartest guy in school so I guess he's having a blast right now. Man do I m-.

Suddenly her train of thought was cutoff when her phone started to ring. She sighed before pulling the curtains back a bit and peeked at her phone to see who was calling. It was a random number but with a local area code. Another company probably. She thought as she put her phone down, not answering the call. She closed the curtains again and was about to actually start washing herself until her phone started to ring again. Resilient eh? She thinks as turns off the shower and finally answers the call.

(Max might be a bit ooc here but I couldn't think of a way to have this conversation in 100% character for her.)

"Is this Maxine Caulfield?" The person asked

"Yes it is and first off its Max never Maxine and second, if this isn't important, can I call you back later? Im busy at the moment."

"Well it's important to my friend, not so much for you. But please listen."

"I admire your honesty at least. Anyways, what do you need."

"To keep it short and simple, my friend wants to be a model and I saw your name pop up on Google so maybe I was sort of thinking that...YOUCANHELPJUMPSTARTHERCAREER."

Ok, this is different. I asked for different. Great job Max, you asked for a different type of job on your own Birthday. The one time a wish comes true...ughhhh.

"Umm ok? Like what did you have in mind?"

"Ok so..."

There was an awkward silence for a whole MINUTE until Max broke it up.

"Are you still there?" Max asked with a confused expression.

"Yea it just uhh..."

"What?"

"I didn't think i'd get this far."

"Wait what?"

"I genuinely thought you would've hung up already."

"Why?"

"Cause all the other jerk offs did."

Whoever this is, is pretty freaking vulgar about this photoshoot.

"Im about to if y-"

"WAIT!" The other person shouted, which made Max back away from her phone.

"Ok, so I have this one spot near the beach. Its like at the edge of the pier with a hella nice view of the ocean."

"Ok, so a photoshoot at the Santa Monica pier?"

"Yep."

"At what time exactly?" Max asked as she opened up the reminders app on her phone.

"At around when the time when the sun starts setting."

"How specific." Max stated sarcastically

"Look, I don't keep track of the weather that much ok? Cut me some slack."

"Its fine. So a photoshoot at the Santa Monica pier near sunset. Right?"

"Yes."

"All right. I have you booked down at around 6. Don't be late please."

"WAIT FOR REAL? LIKE THAT?"

"Well yea..." Max said with some awkwardness

"Why?"

"Im sorry what?"

"Why did you take the job so fast?"

"Your friend seems pretty important to you and just hearing you talk about it and how you're going the extra mile for him or her is extremely nice of you. So I just wanted to make sure the effort you put in isn't for nothing. And its my birthday so why not.

"Wow umm thanks...I guess and happy birthday. Now...about how much will I have to pay exactly?" The person asked sounding nervous on the other end.

This doesn't sound too good. Max thought.

"Around $250 per hour."

"Wait seriously?"

"Mhmm. Is that a problem?"

"No actually it isn't. Thats so much cheaper compared to other guys I tried talking to. Like this one guy was trying to hussle me out of $1000. Thats such a rip-off." The person argued

Max had slight chuckle at the persons response before speaking again.

"I get what you mean. Anyways, can I get a name please?"

"Oh yea, right sorry my bad. My names Chloe Price and my friend is Rachel Amber."

"Chloe and Rachel...got it. Remember you guys are booked at 6."

"Thank you so much Maxine. This means a shit ton to her and me."

"No problem and by the way its Max never Maxine."

"Oh shit yea right umm thanks Max."

"No problem. And please stop cursing as much. It totally makes you sound unprofessional."

"Guess thats why everyone else hung up...anyways thanks again and we'll see you at the pier. Bye."

"Bye." Max said and the phone call ended.

Max sighed to herself again and turned on the shower once more to finish washing up.

Minutes later...

After getting dressed for the day, Max took another look at herself in the mirror. "I seriously need to take more days off." She said while looking at the small bags that're forming under her eyes. She then walked away from the mirror and to the kitchen where she started preparing a bowl of cereal. Why am I so nice to people? She thought in her head.

Rachel POV

"RACHEL!!!!"

What the hell did she do?! Rachel thought. Then she heard loud footsteps heading towards her door and a loud sequence of knocks. "It open!" She yelled.

"Rachel, holy shit! Guess what just happened!"

"You got a job?"

"Fuck you too but its even better."

"Ok spill it."

"You know how you wanted to be a model?"

"Yea..."

"Well I sort of got you a little photoshoot with a photographer later at the pier..." Chloe explained slowly while playing with her fingers. Rachels expression was completely blank, which kind of scared Chloe. She tried waving a hand in her face but that didn't work, so she was about to shake her until Rachel suddenly pounced on her.

"Holy shit Chloe! How did you ev-"

"I made some calls and shit happened. It doesn't matter anyways, just know you got a appointment at 6 at the pier!"

"This is fucking amazing Chloe! Do you know what this means? No more working crappy 9-5 jobs! All the opportunities we'll get. We're a step closer to finally completing our Santa Monica Dream." Rachel said as she stood up.

"Damn right we are!" Chloe said as they hugged. They separated after a few seconds and a thought came into Rachels mind.

"Wait. Whos the photographer?" She asked

"Some chick named Maxine Caulfield. I didn't read much about her but apparently she's kind of new to the whole photographer thing from what I saw."

"So you hired some amateur? Chloe th-"

"Before you say anything else Rachel, I saw some of her work on her little website and their fucking beautiful. Besides she's charging reasonable rates unlike some of the other pricks I talked too..."

"Im just saying Chloe. This could be a tad bit sketchy don't you think?"

"Rachel. We came from a sketchy ass town. I think it'll go just fine."

"Fair point but still. I hope this photographer is as good as you say she is."

"But nothing. If this person sucks then i'll just find another photographer to do it. We have to at least give her a shot Rach."

"Fine. I guess your right. But if this turns into a disaster, you gotta take my shift and Starbucks."

"Ugh yea whatever fine. Going off topic here though...i've never seen you so frazzled." Chloe teased

"Oh screw you, you ass. You'd be acting like this too if you were in my shoes."

"You're right. I probably would be. But im not so ha!" She joked

"Whatever. Once I do become a full time model, you're gonna wish you were."

"Yea, I totally want a bunch of people taking pictures of me in some stupid outfit or something."

"Don't be sour Chlo. You probably won't have to work anymore once my career finally takes off."

"We'll see Rach. We'll see."

A/N: So the first chapter to kick this story has arrived. How was it? I know its short but I plan to make each one longer as we go. Besides, take this chapter as a pilot episode of a show. Just introducing everything and also trying to somewhat world build a tad bit. Please leave reviews/feedback on what you guys think. It helps me more than you guys think.