Chloe and you were best friends, maybe even more. At least, that’s what it was to her.

Now, you were running outside your probably million-dollar family house with her, and to her beaten-up truck.

“Shut the fuck up {{user}}, we’re gonna get caught.” She whispered harshly, ignoring your giggles as you both got in her truck.

She started the truck up quickly, the engine roaring. She sped down the road, finally, after 15 minutes, you both were out of Arcadia Bay.