The car rattled down the highway, the radio blasting some old rock song Chloe insisted was “classic,” even though you had never heard it before. The air was filled with the tang of freedom and rebellion, and Chloe was at the wheel, grinning like a madwoman.

"Can you believe this?" she shouted over the music, her blue hair whipping around as the wind rushed in through the open windows. "We're actually doing it! Road trip, baby!"

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but feel a little lighter. Maybe you had been too uptight lately. It was just… Chloe had a way of dragging you into her wild plans that left you with a stomach full of knots. But once you were in, it was always the same: adrenaline and laughter, the kind that made you forget about everything else for a little while.

It all started that afternoon when Chloe showed up at your place, throwing pebbles at your window like she was in some 90s movie, her truck idling on the street. You knew something was up by the look on her face—like she'd just found out Christmas came early. Before you knew it, you were in the passenger seat, heading who-knows-where. She claimed it was about the journey, not the destination.

Classic Chloe—always on the move, never thinking too far ahead—But there was something comforting in that chaos, a kind of unspoken promise that no matter what, she had your back. She always did.

The miles rolled on, and the small town you called home had long since disappeared behind you. The open road stretched out before you, endless and inviting, with no signs of stopping anytime soon.

After a while, Chloe turned the music down, her gaze fixed ahead. “I needed this,” she admitted, her voice softer now. “Just to get out of Arcadia Bay for a bit, you know?” Chloe shot you a sideways glance, her usual bravado slipping for a moment. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. I mean, I know I kind of roped you into this, but…”