"So Chloe, what's been going on?" Josh asked.

The Beale family were out on a walk. It was a particularly chilly December day- about nine degrees celcius- so Chloe was wrapped up in a fur lined denim jacket. They were in a beautiful park and Chloe and Josh were hanging back behind the others. It'd been two days now since Chloe left Atlanta, she missed Beca painfully.

"Uh, a lot to be honest," Chloe confessed, talking about herself for the first time of the whole trip.

"Really? Like what? Tom?" he cut to the chase, he knew Chloe well.

"We broke up."

Josh looked sympathetically at Chloe then said:

"Good."

"Yeah. He's...you know. Tom."

Josh nodded knowingly, and put his arm around his sister comfortingly. He was taller than her by a lot, he was six foot three, with blonde hair that was always spiked up, and the same blue eyes as Chloe and Leah. Chloe had always seen him as more of a father figure than her father, except he was young enough for him to understand her. He was a good brother. He worked as a fireman in Chicago, so this cold was not quite as shocking to him as it was to Chloe.

"I'm guessing that's not the only thing?" he said intuitively.

"No..." Chloe said, traipsing down the gravel path following their mom and dad and Rachel.

"So? Are you seeing someone new?" Josh asked. How did he always pick up on everything?

"Yeah," Chloe admitted. "And...she's perfect."

Josh stopped and looked totally surprised.

"She? Woah, Chlo I had no idea."

"Yeah, well, I didn't anticipate it," Chloe was blushing a little. She'd never had to come out before and it wasn't much fun. Although, it was quite liberating.

"Tell me about her then," he said, smiling at his little sister.

"Uh, her name's Beca, she's gorgeous and hilarious...but."

"But what?" he looked confused.

"Okay, this is gonna sound so bad," Chloe took a deep breath.

"It's fine, tell me."

"She's eighteen."

"Oh...how did it happen?"

Chloe sighed and shrugged.

"She was persistent," Chloe said. "But I love her. And I'm glad she was. So."

"Well, I'm glad you're happy. Are you happy?"

"Yeah, yeah I am. I miss her a lot."

"I bet. You gonna tell mom and dad?" Josh asked.

"Not if I can help it. But I guess at some point it'll become unavoidable so."

"I'll support you."

"Thanks. What about you though?" Chloe asked, switching the subject.

"Well, you know me."

Beca had spent her christmas break so far doing absolutely nothing. She went out with Stacie one time and got pretty wasted, but apart from that she just stayed in her dorm room, praying that her dad wouldn't call, asking her to come home for Christmas. The thing was, if Beca's dad never called...then she could just spend Christmas alone. That would be great.

It was about six o clock one day and Beca was painfully lonely. She missed Chloe so badly and living your life in this way was not advisable. So she got out a bottle of rum and drank it all. What else was there to do?

"Hey Chloe I fucking miss youuuu, like so fucking much I miss you more than anything you gorgeous ginger, call me back? Please? Call me!"

"Beca?"

Beca sat up and her heart nearly exploded at the sound of Chloe's voice through the phone.

"Oh my gosh Chlo'! Hi!"

"Hey," she sounded distant, even in Beca's drunken state. "Are you drunk?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Beca laughed, so glad to hear from her, but also confused as to why the conversation was seeming a little awkward.

There was silence for a while and Beca could hear a guy's voice in the background.

"What are you doing?" Beca asked, wondering why Chloe wasn't saying very much at all. Did she not miss her or something...?

"I'm at a family party," Chloe said.

"That sounds fun."

"Yeah- shut up Tom," Chloe said in a hushed whisper and Beca immediately thought what the fuck.

"Who's Tom? Are you with that guy right now?" Beca asked.

"No-well yeah but-" "Chloe put the phone down would you, I'm getting lonely over here."

That was undeniably Tom's voice.

"Chloe, what's going on?" Beca asked gravely.

"Nothing, I swear, nothing. Tom, get off me!" Did she really think Chloe couldn't hear that?!

"What the fuck Chloe?! Go fuck yourself!"

Beca hung up and threw the phone across the room, watching it smash and bursting into angry, drunken tears.

What the fuck?

"Tom would you fuck off, see what you've fucking done! Go away now!" Chloe screamed at him.

They were in the kitchen of Chloe's house while their families chatted away in the living room.

"Didn't you hear me? Fuck off!"

"Fine!" Tom yelled, and stormed out the back door, slamming it hard.

God, why did she even agree to talk to him? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Stacie, would you come round? I really need a friend right now," Beca pleaded with a shaking voice.

"Okay, see you in ten minutes hun."

Beca wiped her eyes then punched the wall. Fuck.

A/N: Hey everyone...was this a bad chapter or...? I'm sorry, I really am.

review? Thanks for reading, constructive criticism welcomed honestly