Prelude:

"There's something exciting about writing chapter 1" is what Chloe Beale thought as she entered a party her best friend was throwing that Autumn, after a huge fight with her now ex boyfriend. Clark was just a jerk, and she knew, but he was damn good in bed after all. He was a jealous bastard, possessive, controlling, and called Chloe every time they spent more than ten minutes apart, asking her how she was or how her life had been going in the last ten minutes, like if it had changed big. But it was her last night in New York City before going back to her hometown in the British Columbia for a month to visit her family, the party was specially in her honor, and she wasn't about to miss it. That's why, when her best friend asked her how had Clark taken her going away for a month, she just smiled and said:

"Fine! Let's get drunk!"

As a writer, Chloe Beale was used to trying to write her own perfect story. Maybe all writers do, or maybe it was just hers, but she was too optimist, positive, and happy, to let anything ruin her night, and she lived under the firm belief that she could always change the way the story was going, no matter what. That's what she did when Beca Mitchell, her first love, dropped her out of the blue fifteen years ago and disappeared from her life, literally. Chloe first tried to write the story in which the lover calls and calls, but Beca never replied, never gave sign of ever being alive, and after cornering Doctor Mitchell, her Comparative Literature teacher, she had figured out Beca got a big professional opportunity in Los Angeles. And when she figured that out, she stopped crying around the corners and feeling miserable thinking she screwed a relationship up again, and started thinking how much of a cold bitch Rebeca Mitchell was. Because now, she was Rebeca, of course. Or Mitchell, depending on her hormones. And then she rewrote her story, that took her to that point, in that precise party, with a bottle -yes, a bottle- of Jack Daniels in hand and a very attractive, handsome guy, grinding behind her.

The rest was a blur.

She woke up sleeping between the arms of a very sexy naked man, and ran away from her apartment after getting dressed the fastest she had ever gotten dressed, feeling her heart beat painfully strong in her chest and trying to remember what the fuck had she done.

"So you don't remember a thing." Stacie, her best friend, rolled her eyes and snorted a laugh, sitting back in her sofa after Chloe appeared there out of the blue that morning.

"Nothing. But Stacie, you gotta have seen something, right?" Chloe asked desperate.

"Girl…" Stacie shook her head looking at her sadly "I had my own man to distract me." Stacie added, moving her head towards the room where her boyfriend of several years was sleeping soundly "But look, this is good!" she tried to stay optimistic and cheery, palming Chloe's knee without making the redhead's frown disappear "You got laid!"

"How is this good? I don't remember anything!" Chloe kept herself from yelling much, remembering the sleeping man in the other room.

"Well, you're not a nun anymore. Seriously Chloe, it was time you got laid, let it go. Plus, your lack of memory is good, because if he was bad, you won't remember." Stacie shrugged.

"Yeah…" Chloe bit her nails nervously and Stacie slapped her hand away from her lips "I don't even remember if I used a condom!" Chloe yelled, and as Stacie's eyes widened, her own hands reached her mouth and she whispered "I don't remember if I used a condom."

"I heard you the first time." Stacie said getting up and walking around the room to the bathroom. She came back a bit later with a bottle of pills she threw to Chloe, who took it with a surprised expression "Take one, and you'll be okay." Stacie grinned and winked "Trust me, it's what keeps me childless."

Chloe looked at her a bit untrustworthy, but decided to trust her savage friend on that and took it with a glass of water Stacie offered.

"Thanks." Chloe whispered feeling somewhat relieved, although also somewhat guilty.

"So what happened with Clark? Wasn't he the one you should have had sex with last night?" Stacie asked sitting beside her again and throwing her a worried glance.

"He's a jerk." Chloe murmured and Stacie shook her head.

"Tell me something I don't know."

"Well, he got all furious cause I was leaving and I told him, I'm just going to visit my family, I still live here right?" Stacie nodded rubbing Chloe's back caringly "But he wouldn't listen. He got with so much rage, you know how he is… so I told him, you know what? Thanks, now I can stop losing my time with you. We're done." Stacie smiled proudly and Chloe nodded encouraging herself.

"I see… the pretty kitty finally becomes a lion." Stacie grinned "Well done ginger!" Chloe smiled shyly "Now, time to visit the family, and have fun!"

Two hours later, Chloe breathed deeply as she pulled from her suitcase towards her plane to Canada. She was going home, and it was time to start from the beginning.

. . .

A whole month passed before Chloe stepped into her best friend's apartment again, this time with a crying face and Stacie's arm wrapped protectively around her. Chloe had ran to her crying in the airport, right after her plane landed in New York City, and she hadn't still felt like explaining to Stacie what was going on, so the brunette feared for the worst as she guided the red head to the sofa.

"Chlo, sweetie, come on." Stacie rubbed her back trying to help her best friend calm down a little bit "You're starting to worry the hell out of me, so you need to tell me what is going on."

Chloe hiccupped and nodded rubbing her eyes with her palms.

"Stacie." Chloe started "I think I'm pregnant."