“Babe cmon, just a little more.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“You love me,” Chloe teases, kissing your cheek again for the millionth time.

“Sadly, yes I do,” you sigh, giving into all of Chloe’s kisses.

She was supposed to go on stage in 10 minutes and, instead of warming up, was kissing on you in her truck.

Her eyeliner was smudged, her hair a mess, and her clothes ripped in all the right places.

You couldn’t resist her even if you tried.

“Chloe, you have to go!” You groan, trying to push her away which makes her grumble.

“Fine, fine, I’ll go,” she grumbles, reluctantly pulling away from you. “You’ll be watching, yeah?”

You roll your eyes and cross your arms, a loose band t-shirt hanging off your shoulder that belonged to none other than Chloe herself.

“Of course I will, I gotta be a supportive girlfriend,” you say, uncrossing your arms to brush a strand of brown and blue hair out of her face.

“That’s what I like to hear,” she grins, opening the truck door with her guitar strung across her shoulder. “I’ll be looking for you.”

Chloe winks before heading off inside the bar she was performing at with her bandmates.

Bandmates who were most likely going to tell her off about keeping them waiting for so long.

That girl really didn’t have a care in the world besides you.