The American Rust, their home away from Hell. It was their escape from the issues that they faced, they could just run away from their problems and come here. Besides, not a lot of people go to the Junkyard which made it the perfect secret hideout. The last time Chloe had a hideout, it was with Max at their treehouse.

Max… Max Caulfield. Chloe's best friend, no, Chloe's ex-best friend who had ghosted her for five years. Things might've been different if she had just reached out to Chloe. A few half-assed attempts don't count as reaching out. Chloe talked about her every day, it felt like Rachel was competing with a ghost for her attention. Although Chloe was pretty popular among the students of Blackwell, she never really felt like she had any friends for two years before she met Rachel. Sometimes she wondered why Rachel decided to befriend her in the first place. She had her insecurities and her doubts, but she was the best person that Rachel had met in her entire life.

"Rach, whattaya thinking about?" Chloe said as she took a sip of her beer.

Rachel didn't want to tell her the truth about this, as she had been trying to get Chloe to live in the present. Mentioning what she was thinking about, which was Max Caulfield and how Rachel felt about Max, wasn't the brightest idea. She gave Chloe a peck on her left cheek as she gave a smile. "Thinking about you."

"Ugh, mushy much Rach?" Chloe said as she gave an exaggerated reaction to her gagging. "That's all you're thinking about? You were spacing out for a while there, y'know?"

"Actually… no. I've also been thinking about the new photography program." Rachel looked at Chloe as she hoped to get a response, but all she got was a confused look from her. "... At Blackwell? I think you're drinking too much, Chloe." Rachel giggled as she lightly shoved Chloe. "I heard Mark Jefferson is gonna be the teacher." Once again, Chloe looked as confused as ever. "You know, the Mark Jefferson? He was pretty famous in the 90s."

"Uh huh?" was the only thing Chloe could've thought of to reply to Rachel, as she still had no clue who this Mark guy was.

"Jesus Chlo, you're really a clueless punk, aren't ya?" Rachel said before taking a sip of her beer. "Okay… so as I've mentioned earlier, he was a pretty well-known photographer in the 90s who had his shots being published on the front covers of magazines. He has been teaching around the country for a while now. Guess he was offered a position at Blackwell."

"Well… those that can't do, teach." Chloe replied with a smirk.

There was a brief silence as Rachel was thinking before she spoke again. "There is also another famous photographer that's co-teaching the photography class if you're interested in knowing. Her name's Idell MacFaux. She's pretty well known too, some would say that she's even more well known than Mark Jefferson. You see these magazines over there?" Rachel pointed towards a bunch of magazines that were very different from one another, ranging from celebrities and models on the front covers to amazing photographs of buildings and nature. "Those are a few of her shots that were published. She has these hella amazing shots that are perfectly timed."

"Like I said Rach," Chloe gave out a small laugh as she took another sip of her beer before continuing what she said, "Those that can't do, teach."

"Anyway Chloe, I've got great news. Do you wanna guess?" Rachel rested her head on Chloe's shoulder.

"Uh, you still got the hots for me?" Chloe stroked Rachel's beautiful, long blonde hair with the familiar scent of jasmine being ever so present.

"That, and… I've been accepted to join the photography class. It starts next week. Perhaps you might want to reconsider rejoining Blackwell? My Dad's still willing to help you get back into Blackwell."

"Yeah no, no thanks."

Chloe took another sip of her beer.

"Okay… maybe?"