Hi, all, this is my very first submission here! Note that this all takes place after the movie. Rated M for language.
My name is Chloe Wenneck, America's newest failure of life and everything that it comes with. That's right; After a great career of being a veterinarian assistant, which was something I absolutely love doing, might I add, I managed to completely blow everything, leading got myself fired. How you ask? That's something I'd rather not talk about. It wasn't exactly the smartest thing I've ever done. Not to mention that I have been evicted from my apartment due to not being able to pay my bills. That really was the cherry on top of everything I had fucked up.
So, that's why I'm currently in my brother, Phil's car on the way back home to Los Angeles, where I will be forced to live with my parents until I find a job somewhere and make enough money to go off somewhere on my own. God only knows how long that will take. Due to being busy with my job, I hadn't seen much of my family or old friends back home, so seeing them definitely will be a positive side to what otherwise has been the worst two months I have ever experienced in my entire life.
"How much longer?" I complain, throwing my head back on my seat of the passenger side of Phil's car.
"You know that keeping on saying that won't get us home any sooner, right?" Phil replies in a sarcastic tone, clearly still finding me just as annoying as the last time he saw me. I lifted my head, looking at him through the lenses of my sunglasses. He hasn't changed one bit.
"Whatever," I mumble, turning my head to look out the window. Palm trees, rocks, grass, palm trees, rocks, grass. It certainly was exciting. Sighing, I close my eyes, attempting to maybe fall asleep to pass the time. To my luck, I was soon found drifting off and within a couple of minutes I was fast asleep.
"Chloe… Chloe…" The sound of somebody calling my name broke through whatever I was dreaming of and I stirred, furrowing my eyebrows. A nice punch to my arm took the opportunity of waking me.
"What the fuck?" I yelled, trying to register where I was. "What was that for?" I shot Phil a deathly glare, which was unfortunately hidden by my sunglasses.
"We're here, dumbass," Phil said, turning the keys until the car shut off. I sat up straight and let out a particularly loud yawn. Looking out the front window of the car at the house I spent my childhood in, I sighed. Mom sure was going to be excited to see me. And knowing my mother, "excited" meant going insane to a point where she'll be screaming too much to get any words out of her mouth. Taking off my seat belt, I opened the door and got out. Phil was already out and getting my luggage out of the trunk. The rest would be brought by truck later. Closing the door, I grabbed a few bags myself and made my way towards the front door.
Before I even reached the front steps the door swung open and out came my mother.
"Chloe, you're here, you're here, you're here!" screamed my mother, bursting into tears before she reached the bottom of the stairs. She then proceeded to grab me into a death grip of a hug, causing me to drop whatever I previously had in my hands.
"Yes, mom, I'm here," I managed to say, gasping for breath. I was on the verge of crying myself if she didn't let go soon. Phil could be heard smirking behind me.
"Oh, I'm so happy to see you," mom said, finally letting go of me. I breathed in a much needed breath and smiled.
"It's great to see you too," I said, laying a hand on her shoulder. My father then appeared in the doorway, his oh-so-familiar smile on his face.
"Hi, dad!" I , climbing the stairs to hug him. I had a great relationship with my father, he has done so much for me while growing up. That, and he was the only sane person I could go to for advice.
"Looking good, Clo," he said with a grin, using the nickname he had called me ever since I could remember. Oh, how good it was to be in his company again. "I'll help you with your things," he added, going to the car and taking out some more of my luggage.
"Come in," said my mother. I leaned down to pick up my bags again. Mom then took my arm and lead me into the house. Everything looked the same as I remember, which was something that made me feel a whole lot better.
"I'll take this upstairs," I informed, nodding my head towards the handful of bags I was holding. With that, I made my way up my stairs and into my old room. Dropping my things, I flicked on the light and couldn't help but to smile to myself. Like downstairs, my room looked exactly as it did before I had left for college. Teddy bears were piled on my bed and pictures of myself, Stu, Doug and even Phil could be seen everywhere. A particular one caught my eye, and I took a closer look at it. It was a photo of Stu and I, taken on the last day of school before I left. I smiled half-heatedly to myself. I'd have to make a trip to see the him very soon, possibly today. Doug too, of course. I missed them both an awful lot.
"What are you doing?" came a voice from my doorway; Phil, there was no doubt about that. I hadn't noticed I had been starting at the picture with what was probably an extremely stupid smile on my face. I shook my head and looked away.
"Nothing," I said quickly, moving to put my bags in the corner to make things look a bit more organized. I also took the bags he had carried up with him. I turned my attention back to my brother to see him looking at me with a raised eyebrow. I just shoved past him and went out the door to meet my father half way up the stairs with more of my luggage.
"Thanks, dad, I got it," I told him, taking the bags he was carrying.
"That's the last of it, by the way," he said, smiling briefly at me before turning and going back downstairs. I sighed contently, happier than I thought I would be about being home again. I then went on to bring the last of my luggage to my room. Phil was still there, now sitting on my teddy bear invaded bed. I gave him a weird look before putting my bags with the rest of my stuff. Now I just needed to unpack, but I decided that could wait. I then went and sat next to Phil, moving to lay down, staring up at the ceiling.
"Good to be home, hm?" Phil said, looking over his shoulder at me. I only nodded, closing my eyes for a moment. "Want me to drive you to see the guys?" he offered. My eyes snapped open at those words and I immediately sat back up.
"Really? I mean, you'd do that?" I asked, looking at my brother curiously.
"Sure, I mean, why not?" he said with a smirk, pushing me over and getting up. I furrowed by eyebrows, but I couldn't help but to smile.
"Be ready in 5 minutes, we'll leave then," he informed before going out the door. Shit, 5 minutes? I need to make myself look a bit better than I did now. My hair was pulled back very messily into a ponytail and I didn't have any makeup on. I know that it's just Stu and Doug, the guys who I spent every waking minute with as a kid. Still, I felt it was necessary to make myself at least a little more attractive that I was at the moment. Getting up off of my bed, I rushed towards my luggage. Fuck, I hope my makeup and hair styling supplies wasn't in the moving truck. Breathing a sigh of relief when I found everything I needed was here, I practically ran to the bathroom to freshen up.
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