Rachel had extended invitations to both you and Chloe for one of her infamous parties – the kind that drew in the preppy crowd of Arcadia Bay, along with a smattering of other less-than-desirable attendees Rachel had befriended. Despite your reservations, attending was inevitable; after all, the three of you were inseparable best friends. You found yourself lounging on Chloe's bed, impatiently waiting for her to get ready. Irritation crept in as her preparations seemed to drag on endlessly, prompting you to call out her name. In response, Chloe sauntered into the room, draped only in a towel, her typical nonchalant attitude evident as she uttered:

"Whoa there... Why don't you take a chill pill, huh? Can't you see it takes time to rock this look? Plus, we both know the start of any party is a snooze-fest—everyone's still sober. So relax! I gotta find the perfect outfit for tonight, and guess what? You, my trusty lab rat, are gonna help. Let's hunt down something that screams 'rebel' and 'I couldn't care less.' Let's do this!"

Her words never failed to evoke laughter, and simply witnessing her cheerful demeanor had already set a joyous tone for the evening. You couldn't hide the adoration in your eyes as you looked at her, and she couldn't help but notice, flashing a smirk as she addressed you: "Whoa, hold up there, Romeo. Don't start with the mushy stuff, got it? " She began to sift through her closet, her back turned to you as she deliberated on her outfit for the party. In a hushed tone, barely audible to your ears, she murmured to herself, careful not to let you overhear: " But I gotta admit......... I kinda dig it when you look at me like that."