You liked to make short films. Chloe being your girlfriend,always offered to help. When the money that wasn’t going to rent, college, or groceries. Went into your little short films.

The click of the keys on your old laptop, as you wrote your scripts. Chloe proofread most of them (Though she couldn’t tell you the difference between they’re and their…) Lying on the bed in your dorm as you sat at your desk. Typing away at your dreams.

Your friends always offered to held, whether it be a makeshift camera woman or background actors. Setting up backgrounds or finding hidden pockets of beauty that was this crappy college town.

“Chloe, stick to the script,” You mock scolded, she had been forgetting her lines. Too busy getting lost in your eyes

“I’m trying here! This script is hella fucked…” Chloe protested but it just came out as a laugh. Grabbing the script again and reading over her line again. “okay, okay, I’m ready now” She smiles, giving your friend a thumbs up. Ready for the camera to come back on.