PAIRING: chloe price x fem!reader
WARNINGS: no use of y/n
GENRE: fluff
SONG INSPIRATION: you by petit biscuit
WORD COUNT: 635
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you could hear chloe approaching before you saw her. the crunch of boots on gravel and the unmistakable sound of her humming some tune under her breath. you smirked to yourself, whole body shaking with excitement, hardly being able to contain yourself as you wait in front of the gleaming new truck, parked on the edge of the junkyard.
when chloe finally appeared, her brows knitted in suspicion. “okay, you’ve officially got me curious. what are we doing here?”
“patience, price,” you said, grinning. “i’ve got something for you, but i’m not gonna let you spoil it before it’s time.”
you stepped toward her, hands behind your back. “but first, i need you to trust me.”
she raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “oh? and how do i know you’re not gonna lead me into a trap?”
you laughed softly, stepping closer until you were right in front of her. “you’ll just have to take the risk.”
before she could protest, you gently reached up and placed your hands over her eyes, guiding her forward. “no peeking. just walk with me.”
chloe let out an exaggerated sigh, but you could hear the excitement in her voice. “this better be good.”
you led her carefully through the maze of scrap cars and rusted metal, feeling her hands grip your arm as she relied on you to navigate. each step brought you closer to the surprise.
“okay, we’re almost there,” you whispered, feeling her body tense slightly with anticipation.
“ready?”
she nodded, her breath catching. “yeah, i think so. lay it on me.”
you removed your hands from her eyes, stepping back as she blinked into the fading sunlight. the moment her gaze landed on the sleek, new truck parked in front of her, you could see the disbelief wash over her face.
“dude…no fucking way,” she whispered, eyes wide. “is this…?”
“yours,” you said with a grin, watching her reaction carefully. “happy birthday, chloe.”
she froze for a moment, staring at the truck like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. her hand reached out, fingertips grazing the hood.
“holy shit,” she muttered under her breath. “this is… this is seriously mine?”
“seriously yours,” you confirmed, leaning against the truck. “i’ve been working for months to save up for it. you’ve been through enough with that old deathtrap. i figured you deserve something better.”
chloe’s eyes widened even more and for a moment, she seemed at a loss for words. she stared at the truck, then back at you, her expression shifting from disbelief to something deeper, something overwhelmed. “you…you did all this? for me?”
you nodded, smiling softly. “yeah. every extra hour, every side job, it was all worth it to see you with something that’s actually reliable. something that feels like you.”
for a second, she just stood there, processing the fact that you’d gone through all that for her. her voice was quieter when she spoke again. “no one’s ever done something like this for me before. i don’t even know what to say…”
she looked at you, eyes filled with gratitude, something raw and real. without warning, she pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you close, like she didn’t want to let go.
“you didn’t have to do this,” she murmured, her voice low and a little shaky. “i seriously don’t deserve this…”
you smiled, resting your chin on her shoulder. “i wanted to. you deserve it more than you know.”
she stepped back, wiping at her eyes with a quick, embarrassed laugh. “okay, okay. enough mushy shit. let’s take this beauty for a spin.”
you watched as she hopped into the driver’s seat, her usual bravado returning as she revved the engine. the smile on her face as she looked back at you,
