#p:chloe

[a-theabrams]

💬 CHLOE X ARTIE

ARTIE: I know I have to wake up criminally early tomorrow and whatever... but I really regret coming home

ARTIE: There weren't nearly enough cuddles

[moc-alexcross]

Castle on the Hill || Chex

Tagging: Chloe Lynn & Alex Cross Where: Linlithgow, Scotland - UK When: March 12th, 2019 Notes: Chloe and Alex have a picnic in front of a fireplace and take the time to talk and get to know each other. 

Chloe

"Oh God. I still can't believe we're actually here. In a castle!" Chloe said as she her hand was on a stone ledge and she peered out the clear glass which overlooked the front. "This is surreal. Wonderfully surreal." She looked back to Alex with a smile before turning to lean agains the ledge. "And this picnic in front of a fireplace spread is such a romantic idea." Chloe had to admit this really was nice, even when she felt nervous about everything to come.

Alex

"I'm glad you like it this much." A soft smile tugged at the corner of Alex's mouth as he looked back at her. Chloe's enthusiasm for the small castle made the trip to Scotland more than worth it.  I have my moments," he winked playfully. He placed another log on the fire and got back to his feet, moving to where the picnic was set up. "It's not always you get to have an inside picnic in a castle after all."

Chloe

“It’s really not. And to think we can come back here whenever we want.” Chloe went to where everything was set and sat down. Her long skirt smoothed over her legs after she tucked them to the side. “It’s wild,” she picked up a cracker and held it. “We’ve been in this whirlwind of trying to make sure we can make a wedding happen in the time given that we haven’t had any time to ourselves.”

Alex

Alex gave a short nod with his head, agreeing with Chloe. "How about we forget we have a wedding to plan and take some time for us," he suggested as he sat down.

Chloe

The cracker broke in half and Chloe eat the smaller piece first. “That’s a good idea.” She spoke around the bite. “How about you tell me about your family? Have they always lived in Lima?”

Alex

"Not always, my parents moved to Lima when I was a few months old, before that they lived in Nashville. Mom's family still lives around there and well," Alex reached for the bottle of wine, "my dad's family is from around here." He poured both of them a glass.  "What about your parents?"

March 14, 2019

Chloe

“Have you ever thought of moving here?” Chloe finally ate the rest of the cracker and decided to get another but to add meat and cheese to it. “My dad and mom are from here. Our family has been here for a long time and we would be considered one of the elders but our wealth didn’t come in until my dad and some people think the money isn’t the same because it’s all tied up with sex.” She laughed. “Didn’t mean to say tied up but it works.”

Alex

"No, not even when my relationship with my parents where strained." Alex placed the bottle back and picked up a cracker. He chuckled. "Yeah, it works... people are far too close-minded at times. Want to bet that at least half the members of the higher counsel either been to one of your dad's clubs or bought a toy in one of your family's stores?" He put some cheese on his cracker and took a bite.

Chloe

This caused her to look at him with a small frown. “It’s strained?” Chloe is the type of person who was really close to her parents. They were practically best friends. “Oh. I will love to bet on that. Probably own most of the porns, too.” She watched him eat and set down her cracker and went to drink the water he poured. “Have you been to one of the stores?”(edited)

Alex

"Yeah, it was. They never approved of Melanie, in their eyes she was from the wrong side of town, came from a wrong social standing. So needless to say they weren't too pleased about my intentions to marry her," he explained," he explained, "It took years before they finally came around, and we got close again." He sighed. He loved his parents, and he knew that without their help after Mel's death he'd probably still be a mess, so he was grateful to have them back in his life again. He glanced up. "Can't say I have, but I did visit the online store ones or twice."

Chloe

"Ugh!" Chloe said as she put her glass down and moved to sit more in front of him. "Parents are always trying to get involved with how they feel about the people  you're seeing. I had that with Marcus which I think is why all of the stuff was so fucked up with me in the first place. They put him with Quinn Fabray because of how powerful and respected the Fabrays are. I'm sure of it because that's just how Richard Jones is." Chloe rarely spoke badly about people, not unless it was warranted. "How long ago did Melanie die?" She didn't know how to asked this question but she wanted to know. "I helped with that site. It was fun."

Alex

Alex gave a small smile as she moved. "Did you and Marcus date before the couples got matched?" his eyes narrowed at the mention of Richard Jones, ever since the man's reply to his question he liked the man even less than before. "I can see him do that.  Mess with his own son's happiness to better the Jones name. That man truly only cares about wealth, social standing and that people obey that fucked up wedding law." He reached for his glass, taking a sip. "Almost ten months ago. Though at times it feels like yesterday." Talking about Mel was painful, still, but Chloe had a right to know these things.  "Really? In that case, my compliments. You are full of surprises aren't you?"

Chloe

She nodded. "Off and on for a long time. We broke up before I left for Italy. When I came back I saw he and Quinn were matched. We wanted to have a final goodbye, with us being together again, and it got out and I know it fucked this up with him and Quinn. Which I feel terrible about because I do want him to have an easy marriage with her." Chloe sighed out and laid a hand the blanket and looked at the fire. "Ten months is still so fresh. And then you found out you were matched to Laura not too far from that. You haven't even had a chance to fully grieve." Chloe looked back at him, still with that small frown of hers. "I like to think I am. Always keep myself doing something."

Alex

Alex listened while she talked. "That must have been quite the shock to get home too." He looked at her. "Hey, I get you feel terrible about it but you're not the only one who screwed it up, Marcus did too. Did you guys tell Quinn that, that it was a final goodbye?" He didn't know what else to say or ask about it. "I hope they can work things through and come to an understanding. He nodded and reached for a fork, so he had something to do with his hand. "It probably sounds strange but being matched with Laura, it helped so much in getting my life back on track. I was a mess right after Mel died," he looked down, "Knowing that Faith's birthday is coming up soon; it brings it back." He tipped his head as he looked at her, seeing that small frown. "I'm fine. Or as okay as one can be. I got my good days and every now and then I've got a bad one," he assured her. "It's good to keep busy, doing different things. Do you have any other plans aside from opening your own club?

Chloe

This wasn’t Chloe’s proudest moment and she shook her head. “We kept it to ourselves but the gossip blog had someone mention us disappearing and it spiraled. Quinn was told after it was found out which made it one thousand times worse.” As soon as she let that settle she added, “But know I’m not going to do that to you. I’m committed to this marriage and to you. I don’t want you to think I’ll get with Marcus again.” This pained her but she meant it. “That makes me happy Laura was able to help. I’m sorry she’s not the one you’re marrying because she was there for you in a way that helped and you two were hot together. And I bet Faith adored the hell out of her.” Chloe said as she reached over and touched his hand. “If you ever need a distraction or want me to take Faith for awhile when you’re having one of those bad days, let me know. I want to be there for you. And yes. I do. I’m expanding the studio so I can add an actual stage for shows.”

Alex

"Things always turn ugly the second a gossip blog picks up on a story, doesn't it?" It was one of the reasons Alex choose to live in Columbus for so long; there he was just Alex, in Lima, he always felt that he was Alexander Cross, the oldest child off while growing up. "I honestly hope they can work things out between them. Are you on speaking terms with Quinn at all these days? He nodded. He could feel the honesty in her words. "That's good to know. And I am too, committed to this marriage and you that is." An honest laugh fell from his lips. "We were hot together? That's," he chuckled as a twinkle reached his eyes, "that's quite the compliment? Yeah, she did." He turned his hand under her touch, giving hers a soft squeeze. "I will," he promised. He leaned into her space, his dimples showing as he smiled softly. "Enough sad talk, which by the way, thank you for listening. Now tell me about all about this plan of you to expand the studio with a stage. What brought that on?"

Chloe

“It really does! And I usually let those things not bother me but it fucked things up for Mar and I just got so angry. It wasn’t anyone’s business to know!” Chloe hated how it felt that Quinn hasn’t moved past that, with her not spending much time with Marcus or making plans for their future. “Quinn and I never talked in the first place. She’s one of those who thinks I don’t belong because of where our money comes from. She’s been vocal about it. But fuck her, you know. I refuse to let people like her get under my skin. If she wants to be ugly and judgmental that’s on her. Not me.” Chloe’s fingers pressed between Alex’s and she brought her other hand over to move her fingertip across the skin of his fingers as she looked down at them. “It’s the truth. Both of you were sexy. I really liked Laura. She’s one of those rare honest people in Lima. Just wish she was still around.” Her fingers went to his ring finger and she added, “I should get you a ring but maybe wait until we get married? It isn’t like we have a long time until we’re back here and committing to each other. Hopefully for more than the required three years. I’m just that type of person who sees marriage as sacred and not some contract. Even when it technically is. But it’s more along the lines of fate. That this is the world we live in for a reason. That good and bad things happen and things play out in life and that we just go for it.” Chloe looked back up at him with a small smile after she spoke. “And do you really want me to get into studio talk? I can talk your ear off about it.”

Alex

"All you can do is be there for Marcus, be his friend and help him get through those three years. And indeed, fuck her and everybody who's that judgemental," he agreed. "She's not worth having high blood pressure over." He smiled, looking down at their joined hands. "That was one of the things I liked about her; she was honest. And from what I see from you so far, you got that same quality. Plus you're also hot and sexy," he added playfully, softly tugging her hand, wordlessly asking her to move closer. He smiled. "You want to put on a ring on me? I thought that was my job." As much as he tried, he couldn't stop smiling when she mentioned that she saw marriage as something sacred.  "I feel the same. And that's what I want for us, a real marriage." He chuckled. "Well, it's either letting you talk about the studio because I know how much it means to you or finally give in to this almost overwhelming desire to kiss you..."

Chloe

The more he talked the more Chloe smiled because ever since they started to talk, before they were arranged, she felt they got each other. There was no raised eyebrow or questioning her point of view. “Aww. I know I’m both those things but it makes me happy to hear you say it. Also I think men who wear rings are super sexy and maybe I want to do something different.” She winked at him and went ahead and took his tug as her cue to move and get in his lap. Chloe moved carefully over to him and sat sideways, draping her arm around him. “Sorry. I like to make myself comfy. You can always push me off if I’m being too forward.” She joked with a laugh. Her hand went to his chest and Chloe’s eyes settled on his once again. “I’ve wanted you to kiss me for such a long time. Even before we were matched.” She admitted while her fingers walked up his chest until the palm settled on his shoulder.

Alex

"I'm all for doing things differently," Alex mentioned as she sat in his lap. He chuckled at her joke as he let his hand slide along her back, resting it on her hip to keep her close. "Is that so? Since before we were matched," he repeated, slowly leaning down to close the distance between their lips.  "Let's end that waiting right now," he smiled as he brushed his lips over hers.

[petesharding-blog]

First Date || Pete & Chloe

Pete felt nervous as he was walking down the hallway to room 014. He had been so awkward that day that he was sure Chloe would laugh in his face and turn her back on him. But no, she was cute, really cute. And he didn’t have any idea what he was doing. He was not ready for this at all, still, he was now outside her room exactly one hour later and he didn’t know if he was going to knock at once or not. Pete, just calm down and try not to blush all the time. You have gone on dates probably hundreds of times, it will be fine. Pete talked to himself inside his head, great.

He raised his hand on knocked on the door. It would be really awkward if Emerson opened the door now. What would he say? Okay, he could do this. Even after everything, he could do this. He breathed heavy in and out, waiting nervously and looked behind him in case anyone was looking at him. He probably looked like a creeper… Or not. He looked normal, he guessed. Okay. Okay. Okay.

chloeidc

[gabriel-severin-blog]

Just Keep Dancing

Who: Gabriel Séverin and Chloe Sanders Where: Opéra National de Paris What: Auditions for Paquita

If Gabriel had to guess, he couldn’t count how manyauditions he and Chloe had done for the leads in a performance since theystarted dancing together more than a decade before. And every time Chloe would get so excited, and swear that they would get it that time. It hadn’t happened yet. This time though, Gabriel had a good feeling about it. Instead of using previously learned choreography, or something for the performance that they were auditioning for, they came up with something original. Gabriel’s mothers had helped them with the choreography, and they had been rehearsing for months.

After the excitement that would last for weeks before the audition though, Chloe would always get nervous on the big day. So when Chloe’s hands started shaking as she sat in front of the mirror trying to pull her hair back into a bun, Gabriel pushed her hands away and started brushing her hair back. “Relax, Chloe. You’re going to be fantastic.”

“You have to say that, you’re my partner. If I screw up, it costs you the role too,” Chloe said with a mock pout, dropping her hands uselessly to her sides and letting Gabriel fix her hair into a neat bun. It was one of her favorite performances, he knew. She had danced in the corps during Paquita two years ago, and had always wanted to dance the lead. The actual performance wouldn’t be for several months, but he knew she would miserable for the entirety of the time if she was stuck in the corps again.

“You’re not going to screw up. We’ve rehearsed this a thousand times.”

“Maybe we should’ve rehearsed a thousand and one.”

Gabriel just smiled and reached around her to the vanity, grabbing one of her favorite jeweled hairpins to put in for her. “Then consider this rehearsal number one thousand and one. Just keep your eyes on me. You’re not on a stage, we’re in my moms’ studio after hours, just rehearsing one last time.”

He dropped a kiss to the top of her head before pulling back, putting his own hair into a tiny bun. For an actual performance, he would normally use gel to keep the shorter hairs from falling freely in his face, but he never did for rehearsals, and rarely for auditions. From stage, he heard the polite applause that signaled the ending of the audition before theirs and held a hand out to Chloe. “Shall we, my lady?” he asked teasingly. It at least made her smile and relax a bit as she took his hand, so he counted that as a win.

The dance lasted for both the longest and shortest three and a half minutes of Gabriel’s life. As he gracefully lowered Chloe down, her foot touching the stage just as the last note of the song ended, he couldn’t help the smile and relieved breath that he let out. They had nailed every step, every jump, turn and lift. In every dance there was always room for improvement, but if they had ever gotten close to a perfect performance, it was that one.  At the polite applause, Chloe took a delicate bow, Gabriel standing a step behind and diagonal to her, taking a shorter bow.

The second they were off the stage, Gabriel had his arms full of an excited brunette. “We did it. Gabe, we actually did it. We might- We could’ve gotten the parts. That was amazing!”

Gabriel laughed and hugged her tight until she started to let go, and he set her back on the ground again. “You were spectacular.”

“We were,” Chloe corrected him with an excited giggle. After a few words of encouragement and congratulations on the audition from fellow dancers, mostly fake but that just made Gabriel feel better about how well they had done, all of the dancers were called back to the stage, and told that the cast list would be posted in an hour. Gabriel wasn’t sure if it was to keep his own nerves down or Chloe’s when he suggested that they go get coffee and walk around downtown for a while until the list was posted.

Fifteen minutes later, coffees in hand and one of Chloe’s arms linked with his, Gabriel led the way through the crowded downtown street, filled with people rushing by on their lunch breaks, or on shopping trips.

“There’s this wonderful guy I know. Met him in a bookstore, I think. I don’t know, met him last year sometime. But I still have his number, so I’m thinking for next week’s rendezvous, I could give him a call.”

“Chloe, no more,” Gabriel groaned. It had become something of a morbidly entertaining tradition over the past two years. Once a month, they would go on a blind double date, choosing each other’s dates for the evenings. Chloe always tended to chose attractive guys to set Gabriel up with, though their personalities varied from quiet and bookish to loud and likely insane. Gabriel alternated between setting Chloe up with guys or girls, depending on who was available. And that’s really all it came down to. Both of them didn’t have much in the way of social lives outside of dance, and they each knew the others’ friends in dance. After Gabriel once unknowingly set Chloe up with a girl that had beaten her out for a minor role in Giselle a few years before, they had agreed on no more blind dates from the dancing world.

In any case, of all the blind dates, only one had ended in something close to a relationship. Really though, if he were being honest, the ‘relationship’ was more just Chloe having a permanent fan boy that still showed up to most of her shows, even though she had so gently let him down almost a year ago. So Gabriel was very much over the entire deal. It was usually fun, though he and Chloe had stopped taking the dates seriously at some point and just ended the night walking to either of their apartment, giggling and joking over how odd one or both of their dates had been. Still, he didn’t have quite the energy level that Chloe did, and he was always drained after the long blind date nights of trying to impress someone that he didn’t quite like, or pretend to be interested in him at the very least.

“Oh come on, Gabe. They’re fun,” she whined, tugging at his arm. Gabriel pointedly did not look at her, knowing the sad eyes she would be giving him if he did.

“Chloe, do we really have time to set out for these dates? Or even to find them? I haven’t got a clue who I’d set you up with next. We’ve spent every waking moment rehearsing, or in class. And you know I can’t stop teaching at my mums’ studio.” It wasn’t that he really thought logic would work with her. He just kind of hoped. “Besides, we did amazing at that audition. And when we get the leads we’ll be practicing so often, we won’t have time.”

He didn’t have to turn to look at Chloe to know that her sad eyes had turned bright again at the mention of the audition. “I suppose that’s a fair point. So, if we get the parts, we’ll put our blind double dates on hold until performances are over.”

“We can have this conversation again. I’m not making any promises,” Gabriel said, but wasn’t sure Chloe heard him. She was tugging at his arm, half-skipping, half-walking down the sidewalk, stepping in time to the tune she was humming under her breath. “The studio will still be open for us after hours if you’d rather go there for the extra rehearsals.”

“Only if ta maman makes those crepes I love,” Chloe teased. Gabriel rolled his eyes with an amused smile. He never quite understood it, why Chloe preferred cooking with his maman than with her own mother. Then again, they had each been unofficially adopted by the other’s parents, so it all felt like the same family sometimes, especially when their parents and aunts and uncles got together.

“You’re difficult to compromise, but I’m sure she’ll agree,” Gabriel teased. He finished his coffee and tossed the empty cup into a trash bin. “Should get back to the studio. They’ve probably posted the list by now.”

Sure enough, when they got back everyone was gathered in the hall outside of the main studio, some looking dejected, other curious if they hadn’t reached the front of the group yet, and some talking excitedly about whichever roles they had gotten. Gabriel found himself bouncing on the heels of his feet as he tried to peer over people’s heads to see the list, but he still couldn’t make out the words until they had managed to get to the front of the queue. Which, in retrospect was surprisingly easy, and likely due to the fact that everyone near the front of the crowd had seen the names at the top of the list, and were watching him and Chloe carefully.

It took him a second to be sure of what he was seeing. The first two names on the list:

Chloe Sanders

Gabriel Séverin

It still didn’t quite hit him until he felt a solid mass jump onto his back with excited squeal of triumph. Gabriel laughed in disbelief, stumbling out of the crowd while trying to keep a squirming Chloe from falling off his back. When they were safely away from the crowd, Chloe slid down to the floor and Gabriel reached an arm behind him to swing her around in front of him, spinning her and then grabbing her into a hug. He was sure they both looked completely insane, laughing and hugging and biting off incoherent words of disbelief. But hell if he cared at all. They had gotten their first lead roles, together, and it was the best kind of high.

“Told you we’d make it,” Gabriel muttered against Chloe’s hair. He pulled back, his wide grin matching hers.

“Together,” Chloe added brightly, then promptly started giggling again and buried her face against his chest.

Gabriel grinned and wrapped his arms tight around her. “Of course, Chlo. Always together.”

[nursexheather-blog]

Where do broken hearts go?

Heather’s weeklong vacation had been approved, the house had been scrubbed from top to bottom, Lisa had gone to stay with a friend for the night despite Heather’s many blushing attempts to convince her that wasn’t necessary, and a whole sampler of Mathieu’s favorites had been prepared and plated, warming in the oven for his arrival. She went through the mental checklist again, making sure everything was perfect - the right beer at the right temperature, the music he likes on the background, the scent that he preferred at the right density through the rooms, her hair pinned back, his favorite dress on her … what was she forgetting? She changed the sheets to the high thread count he liked, the towels in the bathroom were warm, no candles in sight, everything was perfect.

Finally hearing the sound of tires coming up the driveway, she hurried to the door, double checked her outfit was modest enough, fixed her hair, and then swung the door open, standing off to the side to not block his way in as she waited. Her heart was racing, her skin pleasantly warming, so excited to have her boy finally home safe. If only for a week. Lisa was always cautioning her about her expectations, to know when to be there and when to give them space, to not expect the same man to walk through the door every time, but Heather knew Mathieu. They were different. They were forever.

Patiently, she waited as he walked up the stairs, his navy fatigues still a thrill to see even now, and the smile on her face couldn’t be brighter. At least, it couldn’t until she realized he wasn’t returning it. Dimmed slightly, she felt herself wondering about what he’d seen or what’d he done to take away his smile, but just pushed her own a little brighter. She’d help. Whatever was troubling him, she’d find a way to lessen his burden.

He’d finally made it into the house and Heather was quick to shut and lock the door behind him, reach for his bags - puzzled slightly by the fact he was without any - and just beamed up at him. “Hello. Welcome home. Dinner’s ready, beer’s on the table, I could run a bath for you if you’d prefer to wash up before we eat?” Usually by now she was crushed in his arms and he was finding any horizontal surface so she was a little rattled. This wasn’t how it usually went. Interest finally sparked in his eyes as he turned towards her, his gaze dropping to study her body before heading towards the kitchen again. “I see you’ve taken my advice to start working out. It’s an improvement.”

Heather flushed, adjusting her top, but nodding all the same. It was really her job had kept her on her feet and rushing around with little time to grab more than a granola bar and a coffee but he didn’t need to know that. For now, she just hurried to pulled his dinner out of the oven, setting it at his place and finding herself shocked when he reached out to grab her hips and pull her right down onto his hips. “You are a sight for sore eyes though,” he groaned, finally grabbing her chin and pressing a few deep kisses to her mouth. As eager as she was to reacquaint them like that (he got much more affectionate for a few hours), she pulled away from his mouth. “The food’ll get cold.” She protested. She knew from past mistakes that if she let this go the way he wanted it to now, she’d just get blamed for the cold food and carelessness after. So she slipped away, watched him enjoy the rice and beans, the jambalaya, the shrimp creole, and homemade biscuits. She had dessert for later, but for now, he was giving her that look again, so she giggled her way to their bedroom.

Three hours and a shower later, she was planning on heading back down the stairs to make a pot of tea and bring dessert out when he reached an arm out and stopped her. “Hey, babe. You know that blue shirt I like? And the photo album my Mom gave you? Could you find those for me?” Confused, but willing, Heather moved around the house collecting things for him and putting them in a box for him to take back with him, or at least, so she thought. He made a round of the house, trying to see if there was anything else he missed while he was away before he stopped in front of her.

“And your ring, please.”

Confused, Heather tilted her head slightly, her right hand protectively going to curl around it as she eyed him.

“Why do you want my ring?”

Most people took photographs, or old clothing, wearing someone else’s ring - well, that usually implied deceased and she was very much still alive, thank you.

“Oh, Heather.” Mathieu leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as he ran his fingers through her hair, “My poor naive barren little Heather.”

Flinching away from the words, she finally lost her smile, and opened her mouth to talk about the new things her job was allowing her to look into. Treatments and such that became affordable now that she was a hospital employee, but he had his phone out. A blonde woman with a huge belly, and a small toddler with their hands on it, both beaming at the camera. At her. “Why are you showing me this? I know you want kids. So do I. I’ll - “

Her voice trailed off as she realized she recognized that shirt. That was his football practice t-shirt he’d worn throughout high school. But why would she have one just like it? That was odd, wasn’t it?

“Why does she have -” Oh. “Those are - you - no.”

Just no. This wasn’t happening. Heather went to turn away from him, but he was much faster and much stronger, and it took just a hand wrapped around her bicep to pull her back and keep her in place.

“Her name is Jessica. I met her overseas. That’s Fiona and the one coming is Mathieu Jr. I - I love them so much, Heather. They’re amazing. Such perfect little people. You really can’t understand what it’s like to hold something in your hands that you created. Everything they say about paternal bonds is true - well, I suppose this is a wasted explanation on you. Basically I wanna marry the mother of my children. So I need your ring back. You understand. I’ll talk to your parents. It’ll be fine. You’ll go home with your honor still in tact, I promise.”

Heather stared at the picture, nothing was making sense. Mathieu was saying words, but they weren’t, there was no way they could mean the things she thought she was hearing.

“Heather? I haven’t got all day.”

Numbly, she worked the ring off her finger, pressed it into his hand, and then had the decency to walk to the door and hold it up for him as he picked up the box of his things, she’d literally packed for him - and walked out of her life. Not an I’m sorry, not an I love you, not I wish things were different. Just - sudden, overwhelming, awful silence.

On autopilot, she moved through the kitchen, cleaning up and putting away dishes, until the only trace of her meticulous meals were leftovers in the fridge, turned off the lights, shut the music off, and then crawled into bed, determined to not get out until Monday.

[theelijahhudson]

Sweet Treat || Chloe & Elijah

It had been just a few days since he had return and a lot to take in regarding everything that was new to him but Elijah new that one of the main things he was trying to do was change and show Chloe he wasn't the monster she only knew. Specially when she was carrying something important to him. He was afraid, confused and most of all unsure of everything but he was going to keep being himself around her, his real self specially now. He followed the same way he did when she took her to his dorm the other night. Carrying some fresh stawberries and small paper bag on the other hand. What was he doing? Was it a good idea? Why was he doing this? He shook all his thoughts away from his mind taking a deep breath before knocking on the door that was in front of him, hoping he had the luck to find her there.

[mikechangjr-king-blog]

RANDOM HUGS || CHANGLYNN

WHO: Mike Chang Jr. and Chloe Lynn

WHAT: A friendly in between classes hug and a trip out campus.

WHEN: November 17th (Monday)

WHERE: Outside campus

Mike Chang walked out of his lecture hall feeling exceptionally well today, usually he would be feeling a little tired listening to the facts and theories of business but this time he was actually looking forward to meeting someone new. To be completely honest, it bored him but there was nothing he could do but get through this mess and start as fresh when he graduates. He waved goodbye to some of his fellow classmates before walking towards the classroom that Chloe was currently at, leaning against the side of the wall as one hand clung onto the strap of his backpack. A soft smile on his face whilst tapping his foot against the wall as he waited for the girl to come out of the classroom.

[becca-woode]

Help me ||Becca and Chloe||

The patient was leaning against the wall as she stumbled forward, trying to get as far as she could from the basement entrance. Her abdomen was bleeding, quite a lot. It occurred to her that she should put pressure on the wound. Her vision was foggy for her body was wanting to shut down from all the pain she was in.