Recorded: 7.23.12 8:15PM Length: 3m38s

Hello, Chloe Price.

Honestly, I didn't think I'd be back talking to this thing so soon, or at all, but here we are. This phone is fast becoming my trusty confidante. What do you think it means? Does mean I'm a liar? Or a coward? Cowardly Liar?

-Rachel groans-

Maybe it's just a test. Do you think one day we'll get high and listen to these and giggle like mad people?

OK, so in case you can't tell by my voice, it was kind of a shitty day.

At first, everything was normal. You picked me up, we went and got a hangover special at the Two Whales, then drove back to your place. Ran into old Step Ladder in the driveway, so happy about something, it seemed like he was about to defile the both of us with crushing fatherly hugs. I guess the big news is, Wells boozed away the last of his marbles and made David the Head of Security at Blackwell. Aren't you happy to be expelled?

-Rachel imitating Principal Wells' voice-

"The Blackwell Academy will be known henceforth as the Blackwell Military Academy. Cadet Amber, drop and give me twenty! Off to waterboarding with you!"

Remember when we used to think old Skip was kind of a pain in the ass? What I wouldn't give to have him back now. Not a chance, of course. He's probably off playing shows in Liverpool or somewhere. Chloe, even Skip managed to skip Arcadia Bay. What are we still doing here?

Anyway, thanks for telling the step-douche you'd hit him with a tire iron if he touched us. It was great to see that mustache droop. At least you're still good for something, Chloe Price.

Once David drove his dumb muscle car Blackwell-wards, we went upstairs and smoked and listened to some music, and laughed about the crazy shit we did the day before, and talked about going to Mt. Hood for a few days, before the school started. It felt so good to be making plans again that somehow, even though we spent like six hours doing this, I still didn't bring up going to LA, like I'd promised. I guess I was waiting for the right moment or… for you to mention it, or… Ugh. I don't know, Chloe. We'll talk about it. Just not today. One trip at a time, cool?

So, next was a supply run for the Junkshack, and I had to fairly drag your curmudgeonly ass into the photo booth, so that we would have at least one pic of us from 20-fucking-12.

Note to self: schedule a therapy session for Chloe's photophobia.

-Rachel sighs-

All right, so here comes the shitty part. We drove to the junkyard with the supplies, and there was Frank's RV, waiting for us. I guess you had made an appointment with him and didn't mention it. Because why should you. I dragged myself out of the truck, grabbed an armful of crap and headed for the shack, doing my best to ignore Pompidou, who was trying to slobber all over me. I guess you both offered help, but I just stomped on and didn't come out again. Thankfully, Frank was smart enough not to stay...

You must have thought I got jealous of you and Frank or something, because you were acting all affectionate afterwards. It was real cute, Chloe Price… But the truth is… Frank and I have been… hanging out… for a while.

-Long silence-

Of course, I didn't tell you that. Instead, I played along, pretending to be mad, until I worked myself up into a tantrum and stormed off, just to get away from you.

So now we both feel like shit. Which is only fair, since we're best friends, right? All I need right now is for you to call and apologize. Then maybe I'll hike to the lighthouse and jump off the cliff.

-Rachel sobs-

What is wrong with me, Chloe? I want to blame this town. I've always done that… But... what if it's me? What if I just keep hurting you, even if we manage to escape Arcadia Bay together? Wouldn't it be better for everyone, if I just disappeared one day?

-Long silence-