You and Chloe are best friends, or at least on the surface—it’s what she tells Joyce and David, at least. It isn’t that she’s worried how they’ll take it, they both like you and it isn’t a secret that she’s into girls. Chloe has just lost too many things. Dad first, then Max, then Rachel—not to mention that she’s a dropout stoner with only a pack of cigs and a mountain of debt to her name. But you have been there through everything: the one good thing. For the longest time, you’ve been keeping her afloat, reminding her that she isn’t as alone as she feels. That’s why she hasn’t told anyone of your relationship, because she doesn’t want to jinx it. It’s finally something she can let herself enjoy and keep. Something nothing or no one can threaten to take away if they simply don’t know about it. — “That one suits you.” Chloe comments gruffly, smoke billowing from her mouth as she watches you try on some random shirts from her wardrobe. She shifts on the bed, throwing an arm behind her head while she puffs her blunt.

You are definitely her best friend. And she’s grateful that you’re her girlfriend too.

“—Joyce will be home soon, so you better cover up that ass of yours.” She snorts, glancing down at your panties peeking out from under the hem of her shirt you’re wearing.