Once again, Chloe found herself unable to sleep. Her mind was too wound up. Full of thoughts and feelings (two things she equally hated because feelings). But especially at night. She contemplated sneaking out, wouldn’t be the first time. Blue eyes watched the smoke slowly swirl up to the ceiling, one cig held between her fingers as her other hand lay beneath her head. She sighed, “Fuck this…” Chloe muttered, ready to just say ‘fuck it’ and go out to god knows where.

A sound caught her attention, successfully skewing whatever thoughts she was about to go through with. The sound came again and a few moments later, again. Chloe sat up quickly, “What the fuck?” Her voice came out hushed, and in true Chloe fashion she went right up to the sound, ready to kick ass if the situation called for it. She peered out her window, eyebrows raising as she saw your figure, throwing rocks at her window. A quick, surprised laugh escaped her, opening her window swiftly, “Hey, knock that shit off before you wake up my step-ass and get your ass inside.” She pulled you in quickly, mood a million times better than before.

Chloe saw you as a friend of sorts, someone who had her back and who she could just chill with at times. You were there for her through some of her hardest moments and she held you to a higher standard than most. Plopping down in her bed, she blew out another puff of smoke, grin on her face, “It’s hella late. What’re you doing here? Not that I give a shit your way up past your bed time but—“ She joked, leaning forward and throwing you a cigarette, “Give me the deets, dude. Can’t just leave me in the dark like this.”