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Maybe You're Not the Worst Thing Ever || Chlovino

#c: chloe #para: myntwte #end

quirkymisscb:

Chloe knew that they should talk at some point, about what happened between them and without getting upset like she was when they first ran into each other when Michael returned to town. Right now though, she wasn’t in the mood for a conversation like that. it would ruin the mood that they seem to be fostering. She looked in up in the direction of where he was pointing and listened closely, vague memories of learning about the stars when she was a kid. “It’s certainly one thing to see stars over one of the Great Lakes but completely another one to see them when we’re in the middle of the ocean on a cruise ship.” She couldn’t giggling along with him about his seventh grade science experience. When she felt his arm wrap around her waist, she tried not to jump because she was startled but she liked it.

Letting out a yawn, she tried to keep her eyes open but it was getting harder to do between her activity she did earlier in the day, the alcohol in her system and being comfortable/unwilling to move. “Good to know one thing hasn’t changed and that’s you’re still a good pillow,” she murmured. Chloe moved so that she could lay her head comfortably on his shoulder/chest with her hand next to her head. For them not being the only people on deck, it wasn’t as noisy as she would have thought that it would be. So, it would be rather easy for her to fall asleep out here because it wasn’t that cold and she was sure her pillow would help to keep her warm. She couldn’t tell if he was still talking because her body decided it was time for her to go to sleep. Her eyes drifted close as she finally completely relaxed against Michael’s chest.

“That better not have been a shot at my physique... ‘Cause we both know I have a rock hard bod.” Michael half joked in response to her comment about him making a good pillow, even though he knew exactly what she meant by it. He adjusted as she shifted into a more comfortable position, cuddled up as closely as they could be with it still being publicly appropriate. Was it the best idea to pass out on a sun lounger on the deck of the cruise ship? Probably not. Was he going to get up? Not a chance. What was the worst that could happen? In this instance, he was somewhat lucky Zach missed the trip, because it narrowed the chances of him waking up with permanent marker on his face down to almost zero. Peeking down at the brunette after feeling her relax into his chest, he dropped his head back against the cushion. “Goodnight, Chloe.” He whispered mostly to himself, before losing his battle against sleep.

roerigz:

My quads, my back, my neck, my everything. I feel like thirty is sorta the age where you start thinking, wow, mud run, what a stupid fucking idea. And you know me, I train for this shit. But, like you said, for a good cause, that makes it worth it. Did you have fun out there, bro?

I hear you, man. Hell yeah, it was a blast while it was happening. I’ve never participated in anything like that, so I didn’t know what to expect. But I’m definitely having those “I’m too old for this shit” regrets now. I think I see an ice bath in my very near future.

#c: zach

residentgoober:

Booyah! I have it everywhere and in my hair, but I really don’t care. I feel like a monster out of Scooby-Doo but for a good cause. It was a good run. I think I’m going to need like 20 showers after this.

Dude, just let it soak. People pay good money for this treatment at spas and shit... At least that’s what I’m choosing to tell myself.

#c: darren

ginnifergoodwinbv:

I didn’t participate but I was right there to cheer everyone on! Everyone did a good job, I can only imagine how much pain you guys must be in right now but it was pretty awesome to watch.

I’m cool with speaking for everyone who participated when I say thanks for showing support. I doubt as many people would’ve made it through without that crowd noise pushing them. And I’m glad to hear it was a good show. Were you in the splash zone at all, or did you make it out clean?

#c: ginnifer

Big shoutout to everyone who participated in or supported the mud run today. Are anyone else’s quads killing them? That’s not something you should sign up for on a whim, that shit takes preparation. But what’s a little pain for a good cause? Proud of you for showing up, Bayview.·

#bviewstarter

Maybe You're Not the Worst Thing Ever || Chlovino

quirkymisscb:

“Well, Zach isn’t here so I had to go with the next best thing.” Chloe liked that they seemed to have fallen back into the old routine of teasing each other when they weren’t laughing at Zach. “Nah, you can stay where you are. There isn’t an empty chair anywhere nearby anyways.” As much as she didn’t think that shouting across the deck would be a good idea, sitting like this wasn’t going to be that comfortable either. She bit her lip when she heard him suggest that she would be more comfortable laying against him on the chair. It would certainly make talking to him easier still. But did she want to be that close to him again? The truth was…..yes she did. Chloe didn’t think concern for her neck was the sole reason for the suggestion but she didn’t call him on it.

She carefully moved backwards until she felt his very solid chest behind her. If this all went to hell then she could blame the alcohol that she consumed earlier but part of her thought that this was a weak excuse. Chloe made sure her full weight wasn’t on Michael because she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable but she couldn’t help relaxing against him. “Mmm…..what was that about stars?” From her position, she looked up at the sky and was amazed by all of the stars that she could see. Michael was right. She couldn’t remember ever seeing them this clearly when she was in LA and Bayview was better but not compared to this. If she had to admit it, this was feeling a little romantic but she was trying to steer her thoughts away from that.

Michael felt a definite comfort in the newfound closeness to Chloe, and a familiar one at that. He couldn’t help but recall all the times they had fallen asleep cuddled up back when they were still together, and kick himself for the way he handled the break up. He allowed his past relationships to dictate theirs and decided that a long distance thing would never work out, while never even really giving her the chance to say her piece. It was easily one of his worst moments, but it was a regret he was determined to fix, even if it meant that they would just end up being friends. Though her back resting against his chest felt a little more than friendly at the moment, and he allowed himself to enjoy it while it lasted. Who knew if they would ever find themselves in this position again.

“I don’t know much about the constellations, but I’m pretty sure that’s the Big Dipper...” Leaning forward just slightly as he pointed in the direction that he was looking, he caught the sweet scent of her perfume and rested his chin gently against her right shoulder. “Which would make that one the Little Dipper... And that star at the end of the handle the North star.” Continuing to direct her gaze towards the patterns and stars as he identified them, he realized he had reached the end of his astronomy knowledge. “I know Orion’s Belt is out here somewhere, but my memory of seventh grade science isn’t the best.” A soft laugh accompanied his words as he subconsciously wrapped an arm around her midsection. His eyelids were beginning to feel heavier as time wore on, and he knew that if he didn’t get up now he wouldn’t make it back to his suite, but he couldn’t bring himself to move.

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shinycrystalr:

Not even for Hurricane Gracie? I’ll break her the news somehow, then, but I won’t be held responsible for the poor girl’s reaction. I mean, when you see it this way, it’s not so bad. Do you prefer to fuck up entirely when you’re wasted or to at least have done one thing right? If Zach asks if I ever let him get away with anything, keep my secret.

Hurricane Gracie's heard my voice, she’s part of the reason I won’t sing. But if you ever want to hear me rap, I’ll spit a couple verses for ya. I’d much rather keep the damage to a minimum when I’m wasted. I’ve carved drunk driving and drunk texting out of my bad habits, so at least that’s a start. Deal, but the same goes for you. If that secret gets out, we’ll both be busted.

#c: crystal

Maybe You're Not the Worst Thing Ever || Chlovino

quirkymisscb:

Okay so maybe Chloe knew that her confession would probably startle Michael because this really wasn’t the place anyone would expect it to be brought up but it came out and here they were. She couldn’t help being a little amused by his reaction. It was a good step in the right direction for them. Seeing him move, caused her look around and realize how crowded the bar had gotten. When he spoke up again, her attention returned to Michael. She thought about it for a few moments then made up her mind when she saw him heading towards the exit of the bar. Following suit, she weaved around the tables and other patrons as she tried to keep an eye on where he was going. The moment the air hit her face, it felt wonderful as she hadn’t realized how warm it had gotten inside the bar. She stopped walking when she saw him sit down on one of the lounge chairs.

Looking around for another unoccupied chair, Chloe wasn’t sure where to sit down. She couldn’t help the amused grin on her face at the sight of Michael flopping down on the lounge. “That was a tad dramatic, don’t you think? Then again, someone must have taught Gracie how to be dramatic because it surely wasn’t Zach.” Seeing as there weren’t any lounges available nearby for her to move and sit on, she moved over to where Michael was sitting and moved his feet so she could sit on the end of the lounge. “Unless you’d prefer to shout across the deck, this will have to do. Won’t it?” If they were to shout across the deck, she end up with a sore throat and probably get them things thrown at them by the other people in the pool area.

Michael fought to keep an overly confident smirk from surfacing on his lips as he laid eyes on Chloe. Her appearance didn’t necessarily mean she was out there solely for him, but it had him feeling pretty full of himself anyway. “Ouch. Get outta here with that, I’m not even dramatic. I was just getting comfortable.” He defended in vain, moving a foot to each side of the lounger as she made it known that she was sitting at the end of it. “By all means... Just diss me and then make yourself comfortable. Do you want me to get up so that you can have it all to yourself? Too bad.” A smile remained on his lips as he joked with her, in no way put off by her sitting next to him. In fact, the closer, the better. She looked amazing, which wasn’t really anything new, but he also felt like they were sort of vibing tonight.

Catching himself staring a little too hard at the contour of her lips, he averted his eyes to the night sky in an attempt to mask his intentions. All he could think about was kissing her, but he knew that would be premature, and he didn’t want to put himself out there just to get rejected. That would be a major buzzkill. “It’s so easy to see the stars out here. In LA, you kind of forget they exist because of all the city lights.” Commenting on the clear and open sky, he leaned back against the chair, noticing that from where she was sitting, her angle wasn’t ideal. “C’mere...” Reaching out, he encouraged her to scoot back and sit in the open space between his legs. “Otherwise you’ll strain your neck, and I can’t have that riding on my conscience.” He teased, clumsily covering up his invitation for intimacy with concern for her health.

Maybe You're Not the Worst Thing Ever || Chlovino

quirkymisscb:

Chloe remembered his mother and couldn’t help smiling because she had been so wonderful the one time that they had met. “Good luck with that. Mothers can be a handful at times especially when it comes to grandchildren. I know my brothers have been in that position, at least a couple of them anyways.” Finishing off her drink, she shook her head to let the bartender know she didn’t wanted another one right now. Chloe felt a little warm and was considering getting some air but part of her and she wouldn’t admit how large that part was, didn’t want to end the conversation. Even though she was hurt with what happened between them, she did miss him a lot. Maybe, after this cruise they could try being friends again. Anything else, she didn’t have any idea but she wasn’t opposed to it though that may be the alcohol talking.

Speaking of their relationship, Chloe bit her lip when Michael mentioned them breaking up. She couldn’t help blushing at the comment about her being the one for him.“You, um, probably should get on that. After all, I know we both wouldn’t want her to read about it in some paper.” Tucking some hair behind her ear, she tried to relax her posture as she was suddenly how tense she was sitting on this chair. “You know…..I don’t hate you for what happened.” There was more she needed to say, wanted to say but this wasn’t the time for that. She was going to take it one step at a time though she could admit, the alcohol did help her otherwise she didn’t know when she would have told him this. It felt nice to say it aloud and to Michael. Chloe looked away from him, unsure of how he’d react.

“Yeahhhh...” Michael dragged out his agreement with what she said, thinking about the earful he would get in the very near future. Luckily, his mother wasn’t one to pay attention to celebrity gossip, but Chloe made a good point, he had to break the news to her sooner or later. “What?” He replied to her admission, not one hundred percent sure that he heard her correctly. Studying her softened features reassured him that she said exactly what he thought she said. “I mean, I’m stoked that you don’t hate me, but-” Cutting himself off before he could ruin whatever progress they were making, he switched gears. “But nothing. I’m glad you don’t hate me.” As a warm smile spread across his lips, a fleeting thought of whether or not this meant he was able to fully squash the animosity she felt towards him shot through his mind. But he wasn’t ready to ask her flat out, so he decided to let it go and live in the moment.

Pushing himself up away from the bar, he couldn’t help but notice that there were more patrons now than there were when he first started talking to Chloe. The combination of loud, droning conversations and the increase in temperature from the extra bodies was more than enough to influence his decision to step out for some air. “I think I’m going to head out to the deck... You can join me, if you want?” He nodded in the direction of the exit before standing up from his stool. It was getting late, but not late enough for him to be content with going to back to his room; he wanted to make the most of the cruise, and he wanted to spend more time with Chloe. Whether or not she felt the same would remain to be seen. Taking the lead, Michael made his way through the room and out to the open deck, finding himself a short distance from a pool that was surrounded by sun loungers. They weren’t the most comfortable chairs in existence, but in this moment, they looked just like the oasis he was searching for. Collapsing onto the closest one, he let out a comfortable groan, before checking to see if the brunette took him up on his offer.

shinycrystalr:

Okay, fair enough. Just remember that you at least owe the Roerigs a karaoke night, so whenever that happens, you’re first up and singing your heart out. At least we know now that you can be trusted while wasted? To an extent, I’m assuming, but better than nothing. Is that the trick? Making him think things that aren’t entirely true? I’ll have to learn to do that then. Makes life a little easier.

Whoa, what? Back up, I’m not agreeing to that. Yeah, I can be trusted not to make life altering decisions while wasted, but that’s about it. That’s the secret to keeping everyone on your good side. Sacrifice a little pride and let them think that they won. Works every time.

#c: crystal

Maybe You're Not the Worst Thing Ever || Chlovino

quirkymisscb:

Chloe couldn’t help being surprised by what Michael admitted because he was an attractive man and she was sure there were women aboard the ship who enjoy that activity. Pushing that thought away, she had no reason to be concerned about it anymore. Regardless of what she may or may not feel. She took another sip of her drink. “I can’t say that I’ve ever had the same roommates twice which certainly keeps things interesting. I get what you’re saying though. We came on this trip to have fun, to have an experience so there’s no reason to stay in our rooms really.” Chloe was glad to hear that he would be joining in on the other events that were planned for the group. They were planned to spice up things after all.

“I’m looking forward to the ball. A night of dancing and everyone looking their best, what’s not to like?” Chloe really liked the dress that she brought with and couldn’t wait to dress up because she didn’t have many chances to dress up to this level so there was no was she was going to skip it. Of course she was dressing up for herself but if someone else appreciated it, she wasn’t going to complain. “I’m sure the ball is going to be a fantastic time especially considering who will probably be there.” She was getting a little tired of the small talk so she figured she’d move the conversation to something they have in common. “So there’s a mini-Zach in the world now. What do you think of that?” She couldn’t help smirking over the rim of her glass at Michael.

“That’s a solid point. Everyone lookin’ fly and catching a buzz off of champagne, or whatever they serve at balls... Can’t miss out on that.” The dancing part had him a little iffy, but he figured he could fake it through a few slow dances. As long as he didn’t step on any of his partner’s toes, the night would be a success. Resting his outside elbow on the bar, he rotated the rest of his body towards Chloe, devoting his full attention to her. A laugh pushed past his lips at her question as he shook his head. “I don’t know if the world is ready for a mini-Zach... But I’m glad he’s here, and I couldn’t be happier for Zach and Crystal. And Hurricane Gracie. It’s pretty crazy that I made it back to Bayview just in time for his arrival.” Bringing his glass to his lips, he swallowed what was left, and decided that he had had enough alcohol for now. The warmth had already flushed his face, and nothing felt as steady as it used to.

“I’m going to catch hell from my mom when she hears that Zach had another kid. It’s going to be phone call after phone call of her asking where her grandchildren are and what’s taking me so long. ¿Donde estan mis nietos, hijo?¿Que esperas?” Michael’s voice took on a octave that badly imitated his mother as he broke into Spanish, the annoyance clearly evident on his face. “I still haven’t told her that we broke up.” The words slipped from his mouth before he could stop them, and a wave of instant regret washed over him as his intoxicated brain searched for an excuse to cover up what he had said. After coming up empty, he realized that honesty was the best and only option at this point. “I mean, she only met you that weekend of the quinceanera and she thought you were the one for me. You made an impression on her, and I didn’t have the heart to let her down like that... Coward. I think that’s what I am in this scenario.”