I don't own pitch perfect.
Chloe's POV
You put on a smile and talk a lot. And people think you are a happy person. If you are good at it, they want to be around you. You make a lot of friends. But you know there will only be a few you could count on and you could count them on your fingers. You had learned it - learned it the hard way, as most do. It was part of the reason you wear that smile all the time. Because you know, you have known from a small age that no one really is going to try and make you smile. So you do it yourself. And you are okay with it.
You talk a lot. You are the life of the party. Name it you have done it! You always had your crowd. You usually don't stay alone, you hate being alone, though ultimately you are alone - you know that - you just don't want to think about it. So you go on with your loud boisterous life. And then you meet her.
And she is everything you are not. She is quiet, timid, a loner. Maybe she is not as timid as you think - which you would realize later. She becomes your friend - like many, but not quite like many. Because she sees you. The loneliness behind your bright eyes. The silence behind laughers. Even the tears behind your I-don't-give-a-shit s. She sees, you know she does. But she doesn't say anything. And that is why she is different. She doesn't pry for attention. She doesn't wait for thanks. She just does. And you know for the first time in a very long time you are attached. There is this string that connects you to her. And it scares you. It scares the hell out of you.