the old truck sat nestled in the junkyard, engine off, the only sounds coming from the distant creak of rusted metal and the occasional crackle of the fire burning in a nearby barrel. the night air seeped through the cracked windows, cool against flushed skin, but inside the cab, the three of you were tangled together, warm and weightless in the quiet.

rachel was stretched across the bench seat, her head resting against chloe’s shoulder while her legs draped over yours. her fingers traced idle shapes against chloe’s knee, her other hand loosely linked with yours. she let out a soft sigh, tilting her head slightly, golden hair brushing against chloe’s collarbone. “for a beat-up truck in the middle of a junkyard, this might be the safest place in the world,” she murmured.

chloe snorted, but the usual sarcasm didn’t quite reach her voice. “yeah, well, don’t let the seats fool you. this thing’s held together by sheer willpower and probably tetanus.”

rachel huffed out a quiet laugh but didn’t move, just sinking further into chloe’s side. you shifted slightly, your hand still tangled with rachel’s as you glanced toward chloe. the dim glow of the fire outside flickered across her face, catching in the strands of her messy hair and the soft curve of her smirk.

“maybe it’s not about where we are,” you mused, giving rachel’s fingers a small squeeze. “maybe it’s just… us.”

chloe let out a breath like she wanted to roll her eyes, but instead, she just glanced down at rachel, then at you, something softer settling into her expression.

“yeah,” she admitted after a moment, voice quieter than before. “maybe.”