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Hey ! Just wanted to say ─ I'm 100% around. I'm just having a difficult time with my mental health and the idea of writing somewhere other than Twitter feels daunting.
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Ah. Home. What a joyous topic to suddenly shift to. She found herself resisting the urge to release an annoyed sigh and drop her shoulders at the thought of returning back to that… hell hole.
It really wasn’t that she didn’t like the actual home. The house was nice - she’d never known anything else. A bit of wear and tear here and there, however, she was certain that was what made it feel homely. That and it was where she’d last seen her father. The thing that she hated, however, was the fact she had to return home to see her mother flirting with the moustache… as well as weirdly receive lectures from him as though he was attempting to become an unneeded, unwanted and certainly unwelcomed father figure to her. Which just… made her angry. He was so disrespectful to the memory of her father.
And besides… she was Chloe Price. She didn’t need anyone. Not when they just up and left so easily. Lesson was learnt with Max’s departure and abandonment.
“Yeah. I guess it would make sense to split. But I’m probably gonna head into town or towards the beach first.” She stated in response to Rachel’s attempt to end the day, clearly uncaring of the fact the two of them actually had school in the morning. Another reason to avoid home. To avoid sleep. To avoid the sun rising.
Now that Firewalk had finished their set, Chloe found herself yet again with nothing to look forward to. Instead, every waking moment was filled with dread. Not that she’d let it show too much, but… she was mentally exhausted,
“Feel welcome to bail. It was uh… cool hanging out or… whatever.”
oh. the beach? in the blink of an eye, going home had been pushed out of her mind, and the thought of going to the beach with chloe price took its place. silence settles upon them as rachel considers the choices laid out in front of her, going with the girl stood not to far from her and turning and going home, and the consequences each would have. if she went with the former, there’d likely be more fun, and she’d get to experience something she hadn’t yet. arcadia bay’s beach, where she knew her classmates frequented after school. if she chose the latter … what would she be doing? nothing but laying and staring at the ceiling of her bedroom.
fuck it, she thinks, tearing her gaze away from the direction of her neighborhood and home and fixing it on the fellow blonde. it isn’t long before shyness takes hold of her and makes her rock back and forth on her heels, her hands clasped in front of her for the longest before one raises and svelte fingers tuck a fallen blonde strand behind her ear. she then moves her gaze to the ground, which she kicks at with the toe of her boot.
whether or not chloe price knows it, this is as human as rachel amber has been in someone else’s presence, sober or not.
❝ … believe it or not, i’ve never actually been to the beach before. i’ve been invited but i’m always too busy. either with play practice or … tutoring some classmates after school. ❞ she doesn’t mean to hesitate when she speaks and she hates the fact that she is, but she wants the other to think she’s cool … or something. hence her thinking hard about what she says before she says it.
❝ point is, uh, i actually … want to tag along? if that’s okay with you? i totally get it if you want to be alone though. really, just say the word and i’ll head home. ❞
. . . What the fuck?
Chloe suddenly felt her body freeze up as the request was made. She wasn’t exactly expecting her to want to stay - not at all. If anything , what Rachel had said before convinced her that she didn’t want to stay. Why had she changed her mind all of a sudden...? Was it really just the beach that was getting her all excited and prevented her from wanting to head home?
Chloe’s nose scrunched at the thought, and she twisted round to face her in clear, silent confusion to face the oddly shy looking girl stood before her. On one hand, she didn’t want to appear rude. On the other.. she wasn’t sure why the hell she cared about being rude. This was a Vortex Club member. The most popular girl in school. The complete opposite of Chloe - the type of girl she resented.
And yet... the idea didn’t just intrigue her. It excited her. After all, if that kind of girl could stand there decked out in punk babe fashion and rock out to Firewalk for hours and hours... what the hell could they do without the onlooking restraint of biker gang security ready to throw them out at any moment?
Just how wild was Rachel Amber? Annnd... just how much could she corrupt her? Evil thoughts. Totally nothing else driving this shift in her behaviour.
“Uh huh. Uh... I hate to burst your bubble, but I’m not going for a nice relaxing stroll on the beach, Amber. I’m going to get 10x more wasted and I’m certainly bringing the weed out, too” She suddenly replied, her confused expression slowly becoming a smirk. It wasn’t that she wanted to scare her away - not really. But it was true, that was what she was planning to do in the grand scheme of things. She had her fake I.D, a sleazy back street liquor store in mind and the weed she had recently retrieved from Frank in her possession.
Her plans were solid. The changing factors were only whether or not Rachel decided she could handle it.
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“My wildest dreams, eh? Trust me, Amber. Ya don’t wanna go down that rabbit hole.” She quickly countered, finding herself wincing at her own comment. Thankfully, Rachel wasn’t watching her. But…
This was quickly becoming more of a nightmare than a cool night. She felt as though she had gotten far too wasted to really try and be any sort of normal. Especially after… Rachel had rescued her. That awkward comment proved it. She said stupid shit when she was shy.
It was hard to look at her as the same popular girl from Blackwell Academy. It was dangerous mix of a good impression, alcohol and adrenaline. How was this real? How was she… actually having an interesting night with Rachel Amber? She didn’t understand. Everyone hated her. Even her own mother at times, she thought. So… why her?
Why would she put herself through such a dangerous thing? Why would she rescue Chloe Price?
“… Ya know, you can still be a poser and wanna let go.” She finally commented, in a slurred tone. This wasn’t Rachel’s scene. She knew that. Or… she thought she did, anyway.
“Besides. For a poser, you’re pretty fuckin’ good. Totally had a fucking great time in the crowd with you. So… whatever. Don’t… expect me to be all accommodating again, though. You caught me on a good night.” She explained, awkwardly toward the end.
She didn’t expect her to wanna hang out again, but… on the off chance she was like Elliot… she was warning her. After all, she was the town outcast. She didn’t want her getting the idea that she could magically fix her. She didn’t need fixing. She didn’t need friends.
‘ Don’t expect me to be all accommodating again though. ’ There. Right then and there is when she’s struck with an idea. The idea to test the limits, to see whether or not the spoken statement held true. As far as she was aware, Chloe Price could spout all the bullshit she wants, make like she’s too big and bad to take the opportunity to hang out with her again if and when it was offered …
But what’ll she really do when come tomorrow she’s approached by Rachel Amber and tugged behind her toward a fuckin’ adventure? The both of them would find out in time.
❝ WE’LL SEE ABOUT THAT. ❞ She mumbled, once more sparing the girl a glance from over her shoulder, the corners of her lips curling until she donned a toothy grin. Having been halted, she starts on the path again. At the rate the two are going, and with them stopping so often, it’s going to take hours to get home …
Rachel didn’t mind though, nor did she really care what time she got in. The earful she would undoubtedly get the following morning from either James or Rose or both would be worth it. She got to spend an entire night with the girl she’d been not so silently fawning over and babbling about to any of her friends that would listen. Nothing would bring her to regret it.
❝ We really ought to split soon. I don’t know where your place is but mine is over that way … ❞ Cue her motioning with her head in the direction of her neighborhood. ❝ And I would have when we stepped foot in town again but I didn’t want you falling face first into a bush. ❞
Ah. Home. What a joyous topic to suddenly shift to. She found herself resisting the urge to release an annoyed sigh and drop her shoulders at the thought of returning back to that... hell hole.
It really wasn’t that she didn’t like the actual home. The house was nice - she’d never known anything else. A bit of wear and tear here and there, however, she was certain that was what made it feel homely. That and it was where she’d last seen her father. The thing that she hated, however, was the fact she had to return home to see her mother flirting with the moustache... as well as weirdly receive lectures from him as though he was attempting to become an unneeded, unwanted and certainly unwelcomed father figure to her. Which just... made her angry. He was so disrespectful to the memory of her father.
And besides... she was Chloe Price. She didn’t need anyone. Not when they just up and left so easily. Lesson was learnt with Max’s departure and abandonment.
“Yeah. I guess it would make sense to split. But I’m probably gonna head into town or towards the beach first.” She stated in response to Rachel’s attempt to end the day, clearly uncaring of the fact the two of them actually had school in the morning. Another reason to avoid home. To avoid sleep. To avoid the sun rising.
Now that Firewalk had finished their set, Chloe found herself yet again with nothing to look forward to. Instead, every waking moment was filled with dread. Not that she’d let it show too much, but... she was mentally exhausted,
“Feel welcome to bail. It was uh... cool hanging out or... whatever.”
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“Ahhh… right. Bait. That’ll win me over.” She murmured in response… almost as if Rachel’s words didn’t take a hit on her ever so carefully crafted pride that she had developed over the years. God damn it, how did Rachel know exactly how to get under her skin? She didn’t even fucking know her.
Unless…
Suddenly, Chloe’s annoyed expression twisted into a smug one. One that suggested she was more than excited to annoy the hell out of her with what she was about to say. Was this the alcohol speaking, or was Chloe actually right? Who knew. She didn’t. She just figured it’d be funny to say. May even get her to pipe down about her obviously badass reputation.
“Ah. Wait, I totally get it. You followed me here, right? Knew that I liked this band ‘cus ya stalked me online or something… shown up, dressed all punk-pretty to get me interested… and you don’t even like the band. You just like me. Right? Like a bad girl, Amber? What a God damn scandal. How’d ya know that I’m not into the preppy kind? What if this was for nothing?”
After she spoke, Chloe went silent. She had to admit- maybe it was a bit much. Hell, she even made herself sound interested. Which… she totally wasn’t. Obviously. Duh.
So she chuckled slightly, after letting the tension grow so thick a knife could have trouble slicing it.
“Yeah. Right. As if. You 100% just wanted to be a poser here, right? Get into the alternative scene? You’re way off of being a rebel of any sort, Amber, but… I’ll admit, you were pretty fuckin’ cool at that concert tonight. And that get up is… wow. I’m impressed.”
… The best compliment anyone would get out of a very drunk Chloe.
as the punk droned on and on, the aspiring actress found herself frozen where she stood, thankful that in that moment her back was towards the punk. she shifted in place ever so slightly, transferred her weight from one foot to the other then back again. she twisted the hem of her jacket in her hands. and though it was well past one in the morning at that point, and all of arcadia bay’s citizens were tucked in, she still caught herself peering around. for listening ears, for familiar faces that would take what they overheard back to blackwell and spread it like wildfire.
and then she asks herself: WHY DOES SHE GIVE A FUCK? tonight was a blast … not only because she managed to catch the very classmate she was hoping she would, but because tonight was the first night she was able to let go.
❝ … RIGHT. as fuckin’ if. i told you to guess, pricetag, not tell me what goes on in your wildest dreams. ❞
of course. if rachel truly didn’t give a fuck then she should have confirmed the others suspicions. she should have whipped around, looked chloe dead in the eye with her hands on her hips and said, ‘ YEAH, AND WHAT ABOUT IT? ’ alas, she cares …
❝ call me a poser all you want, dude … but maybe, just maybe i wanted to let loose for once. ever think of that? and what better place to than at a concert like that? last i checked, the local country club cards me and their idea of fun is sitting poolside and scarfing down cucumber sandwiches. ❞ yep, rachel amber could poke fun at her own kind. and SHAMELESSLY.
❝ thanks for the compliment though. not only am i going to remember it, but i’m going to hold it near and dear to my heart. ❞
“My wildest dreams, eh? Trust me, Amber. Ya don’t wanna go down that rabbit hole.” She quickly countered, finding herself wincing at her own comment. Thankfully, Rachel wasn’t watching her. But...
This was quickly becoming more of a nightmare than a cool night. She felt as though she had gotten far too wasted to really try and be any sort of normal. Especially after... Rachel had rescued her. That awkward comment proved it. She said stupid shit when she was shy.
It was hard to look at her as the same popular girl from Blackwell Academy. It was dangerous mix of a good impression, alcohol and adrenaline. How was this real? How was she... actually having an interesting night with Rachel Amber? She didn’t understand. Everyone hated her. Even her own mother at times, she thought. So... why her?
Why would she put herself through such a dangerous thing? Why would she rescue Chloe Price?
“... Ya know, you can still be a poser and wanna let go.” She finally commented, in a slurred tone. This wasn’t Rachel’s scene. She knew that. Or... she thought she did, anyway.
“Besides. For a poser, you’re pretty fuckin’ good. Totally had a fucking great time in the crowd with you. So... whatever. Don’t... expect me to be all accommodating again, though. You caught me on a good night.” She explained, awkwardly toward the end.
She didn’t expect her to wanna hang out again, but... on the off chance she was like Elliot... she was warning her. After all, she was the town outcast. She didn’t want her getting the idea that she could magically fix her. She didn’t need fixing. She didn’t need friends.
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… She was free to guess?
Chloe couldn’t help but stare in disbelief as the girl tried to sway her into taking on the embarrassment. She could tell that was what she was doing - she would guess three times wrong, then Rachel would get off without having to explain even a word. Frankly? The cowardice made her blood boil. But… at the same time…
All she could do was smirk in disbelief. Watch her as she slowly walked some distance away from the punk. And as she did, she shook her head. Crossed her arms.
“Wow. You’re just… so full of shit. Aren’t you?” She blurted out thoughtlessly. Not in any negative way… just as an offhand comment. Rachel lied, and now she was trying to weasel her way out of the fact she did so. And instead of annoying Chloe…
… It actually struck her. Gained her interest. Because that wasn’t the perfection she had heard so much about. No, that was a fault. And suddenly? Rachel felt a little more human.
A lot more human than anyone else in Arcadia Bay, at least.
Colour her curious.
“Ya think I’m gonna play along with your little guessing game? Seriously? Me? Fuck that!”
❝ mmm … yep, you could say that i am. ❞ wow. if, say her arch nemesis victoria chase or her sometimes best friend nathan prescott uttered such words, told her to her face that she was full of shit, she’d have ripped into them. when chloe spoke them, however, all she could do was smirk.
was it because she was in high spirits, mellowed out still thanks to those few bottles of beer she chugged earlier? or was it quite possibly FAVORITISM rearing its head?
❝ honestly … ? it’s a wonder how all that shit isn’t overflowing at this point. ❞
EW. the visual that came with that elicits a giggle … but makes her face contort in disgust too.
❝ why don’t you want to guess? what, will playing such childish games tarnish your meticulously crafted rep? ooor … ❞ a gasp ensues, a hand coming up and splaying across her chest as she feigns SHOCK. ❝ … are you, chloe price, afraid you’ll lose? i suppose i would be too if i was so confident and sure of myself. ❞
“Ahhh... right. Bait. That’ll win me over.” She murmured in response... almost as if Rachel’s words didn’t take a hit on her ever so carefully crafted pride that she had developed over the years. God damn it, how did Rachel know exactly how to get under her skin? She didn’t even fucking know her.
Unless...
Suddenly, Chloe’s annoyed expression twisted into a smug one. One that suggested she was more than excited to annoy the hell out of her with what she was about to say. Was this the alcohol speaking, or was Chloe actually right? Who knew. She didn’t. She just figured it’d be funny to say. May even get her to pipe down about her obviously badass reputation.
“Ah. Wait, I totally get it. You followed me here, right? Knew that I liked this band ‘cus ya stalked me online or something... shown up, dressed all punk-pretty to get me interested... and you don’t even like the band. You just like me. Right? Like a bad girl, Amber? What a God damn scandal. How’d ya know that I’m not into the preppy kind? What if this was for nothing?”
After she spoke, Chloe went silent. She had to admit- maybe it was a bit much. Hell, she even made herself sound interested. Which... she totally wasn’t. Obviously. Duh.
So she chuckled slightly, after letting the tension grow so thick a knife could have trouble slicing it.
“Yeah. Right. As if. You 100% just wanted to be a poser here, right? Get into the alternative scene? You’re way off of being a rebel of any sort, Amber, but... I’ll admit, you were pretty fuckin’ cool at that concert tonight. And that get up is... wow. I’m impressed.”
... The best compliment anyone would get out of a very drunk Chloe.
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What the fuck was going on here?
Chloe watched in bewilderment as the usually confident girl seemed to awkwardly dance between being her usual self that she had seen in school, and a shy, awkward girl she’d expect to see in some teenage rom-com. It felt odd. She wasn’t sure whether it was the alcohol rushing through both of their veins or… something else, but the BOTH of them were acting off. But… especially Rachel.
This wasn’t some preppy popular girl stood before the punk. This was some shy chick who suddenly felt self conscious after letting some random rebel see her let her hair down. Figuratively and literally.
Then, after all that shyness came a random comment admitting to being willing to dance with Chloe to… whatever the fuck she just said. And with that admittance, Chloe’s confused expression just seemed to grow more and more prominent. Her? Chloe fucking Price? The outcast rebel of Blackwell Academy? The one who everyone hated? Why would the most popular girl in school want to do that? Why -
… Her thoughts were cut short by the sudden approach. She was about to speak, ask her what the hell she even meant by that, but instead she was stunned into silence by the shorter girl, who was suddenly very much in her face.
Typically? Chloe would lose her temper. Tell whoever it was to back the hell off and stay out of her space. However… this wasn’t typical. This was not her usual situation. If this were anyone else, this would mean someone wanted to start a fight with her. But… In Rachel’s case?
She was just stood there. Trying, and even failing to explain herself. Making some excuse that Chloe would be the one at fault. Manifesting disbelief in the punk. And although it may very well be true in this case, with Chloe’s trust issues being so apparent… Chloe didn’t agree openly. No. Instead of confirming her suspicions, which really would have made more sense, she found herself staring down at her. Talking before thinking.
“Try me.” Was all she said. Like she really wanted to know. … Did she wanna know?
❝ … FUCK THAT. ❞ with her response comes a chuckle. a shake of her head ensues not long after that. what little bravery she stirred up in that moment lessened, more and more until there was nothing left, and when there was nothing left she stepped even further away.
in the depths of her mind, her picturesque family lingered. namely, the well known and well off district attorney, who prided himself on being a model citizen. and he looked to rachel to be one herself, and to not only carry the weight of their family name, but to lift it higher. HE NEEDED HER; she needed to follow the path he mapped out for her … and if she knew her father at all, she knew that path lead far, far away from blackwell academy’s notorious troublemaker. not … right to her.
❝ you’re free to guess though. i’ll give you … three tries. no more, no less. ❞
she spares chloe a glance from out of the corner of her eye before venturing ahead of her, enough to get THAT DESIRE, the growing desire to be close to her and once again link arms with her, to die down … but no so far that she’s unable to hear her if she did choose to throw guesses out there.
... She was free to guess?
Chloe couldn’t help but stare in disbelief as the girl tried to sway her into taking on the embarrassment. She could tell that was what she was doing - she would guess three times wrong, then Rachel would get off without having to explain even a word. Frankly? The cowardice made her blood boil. But... at the same time...
All she could do was smirk in disbelief. Watch her as she slowly walked some distance away from the punk. And as she did, she shook her head. Crossed her arms.
“Wow. You’re just... so full of shit. Aren’t you?” She blurted out thoughtlessly. Not in any negative way... just as an offhand comment. Rachel lied, and now she was trying to weasel her way out of the fact she did so. And instead of annoying Chloe...
... It actually struck her. Gained her interest. Because that wasn’t the perfection she had heard so much about. No, that was a fault. And suddenly? Rachel felt a little more human.
A lot more human than anyone else in Arcadia Bay, at least.
Colour her curious.
“Ya think I’m gonna play along with your little guessing game? Seriously? Me? Fuck that!”
#pining rachel is probably sweating
“My ass what -”
