Author's note: So I wrote this after episode 2 bc that little Chloe/Rachel clubhouse really fucked me up but I think now is a good time to release this since everyone is fucking dead insIDE after "Dark Room".

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these gay fuckers.

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She runs her hand through my (probably greasy as fuck) hair and shifts underneath me. I grin against her stomach and kiss her belly button. That sappy shit makes her laugh quietly, shaking both of us. Even her laugh is pretty as fuck if that's possible.

Shit I don't know man, I'm not a fuckin poet. We just fucked in a goddamn junkyard for christ sake.

That stupid mixtape I made her is playing quietly in the background and I settle against her, press my cheek to her stomach again.

"You're not exactly light you know." She continues to comb through my hair though.

"What are you talking about? I'm hella skinny." I prop myself up a bit to look at her. She's already staring at me. Fuck she's pretty. Her hair is messy and I feel smugly satisfied to be the one to make it that way.

Neither of us say anything more because our stupid little argument died a long time ago and she's like the one person I don't like to argue with anyway.

So I just lay there like a fucking idiot and stare at her. Light filters in through the shitty broken window and falls across her body in orange stripes. Christ she's so fucking gorgeous.

"You're so fucking gorgeous." God I'm such a sap for this girl I swear. It almost makes me sick how much I love her sometimes because I get these stupid fucking butterflies in my stomach when I stare at her and she smiles back at me.

Me, the blue-haired, probably smells like shit 90 percent of the time asshole who's a complete dick to everyone except her. Me, the tall, lanky as fuck piece of shit who wears the same beanie everyday.

Me, the fucking sap who's in love with Rachel Amber.

"Trying to flatter me? You've already gotten in my pants, what more could you possibly want?" That classic orange light that can only be described as 'Arcadia Bay' leaves a stripe across her neck so I move up to kiss it.

"Nothin you have. Your friends are complete shit and the entire Vortex Club can go fuck itself."

"You're an asshole." She kisses me anyway.

Her perfect goddamn model legs come up to hitch around my waist. "Don't you fuckin dare pull that smooth shit on me or I'll end up having to fuck you again." She smirks against my lips. Little shit.

"Fine." Kisses me again, one more time just for good measure. And then one more just because we can.

We detangle and I lean forward to pick up that joint I left burning on the table. She sits up too and I watch her look for her bra somewhere among all that shit on the floor. The feather in her hair tickles me when I move in to kiss her jaw.

"I thought you said we were done?" It's more of a challenge than a question. And hell, I'm not usually one to back down from a challenge but Sergeant Dickhead will be up my ass if I'm not home soon. Or pretty much just if he can't control my ass every second of the fucking day.

So I back off. "Yeah."

A breeze blows in through the window. The mixtape's still playing softly on that shitty little tape player behind us and for a second I almost think Arcadia Bay's kind of pretty. Almost.

"Hey." I look at her, feel her soft fingertips on my face. "We're getting out of this shithole Chloe, promise."

I want to believe her, I really really fuckin do but ever since Dad died and Max left-

"Sweetie." She pulls me into the sweetest, sappiest kiss I've ever had and runs her thumb over my cheek.

"Yeah."

I hope she never lets go.

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"I loved her so much."

"Chloe-"

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Author's note: fucking bye