Oh, was she real pissed off now.

"That stupid cocksucker thinks he can just waltz back in to my life and everything will be okay?" She screamed.

Obviously, she wasn't two seconds from breaking down. She was two seconds from blowing up.

Chloe angrily paced her room, wanting to hit something, or someone, or….Nate.

"No, that wouldn't be very ladylike to do on your father's WEDDING DAY!" She voiced her thoughts out loud as she slammed her bedroom door.

She sat down on the bed and held her head in her hands.

"Deep breaths, deep breaths." Chloe seemed to be calmed down for a bit, but then she remembered that Nate had called her selfish. She sprung up from the bed.

"FUCK THIS SHIT!" Chloe screamed, throwing open her door, to reveal Shane and Jason standing in front of her.

Jason winced and Shane raised his eyebrows.

"Uhm…is this a bad time?" Jason rubbed his hand on the back of his neck as Shane pretended to admire the color of the doorframe.

Chloe sighed and sat back down on the bed. "No, come in guys."

Jason carefully watched Chloe as he sat down on the chair in front of her desk, and Shane made himself at home as he bounced down on the bed.

Shane rested his head on a pillow, and looked up at Chloe sitting on the edge. He spoke gently.

"So…what did Nate do?'

Chloe laughed. They knew her too well. "How do you know it was Nate?"

"Because we know our brother. And we know you. And because we know how you guys used to fight. And you would usually get the last word, then calm yourself down, then remember exactly why Nate pissed you off, which would piss you off more, and then you would get up and yell at him more. Nate would always go off and sulk, trying to work up a way to apologize, and when you would come back to yell at him, he would either say sorry on the spot, or fight back for awhile, then give up." Jason explained.

Chloe chewed on her lip and answered. "Yeah, I guess we did."

Shane scoffed. "You two are such children. You even fight the way you do when you were younger!"

Chloe giggled. "Well, from what I hear you're the least mature twenty-one-year-old on the planet, Shane-o."

Shane groaned. "Don't call me by my slave name, I'm a man now. And don't try to turn this on me. This is about you and Nate. You might as well go down and yell at him, so you can hurry and make up."

"I don't think we're going to this time. Two years of no calls, texts, emails, nothing. Two years of my best friend wiping me off the face of the planet is a lot to forgive, Shay-Shay." Chloe answered, ruffling Shane's hair.

"Enough with the nicknames!" Shane yelled, clutching his head.

"Listen Chloe, you might as well at least start to forgive him, because the sooner you do, the sooner you guys will make out." Jason said.

Chloe snapped her head towards him. "What?"

"Oops", Jason said with a straight face. "I meant make up."

"No he didn't! And he's right, you guys need to get over the whole….'in love with each other but not saying anything' thing, and actually admit that you are. It's been two years, and you're still the only girl he thinks about. Every song he writes is somehow about you. And you wouldn't get this mad at him if you didn't love him."

"I…I don't know what you're talking about. Nate and I are just friends." Chloe stuttered.

"Love is just friendship on fire." Jason pointed out.

"Love isn't real because the guy ends up being a douche who forgets about the girl for 730 days and then expects to be forgiven!" Chloe yelled, pushing herself off the bed and walking out of her room.

"Think she's going to go finish the fight?" Jason asked Shane.

"I dunno.." , Shane snapped his head towards Jason, "think Nate's going to grow a pair and admit how disgustingly in love with her he is?"

"Not. A. Chance. " Jason answered, getting up.

Shane laughed as he made his way off the bed. "Didn't think so."

"And the Yankees win the game! It is not a good night in Fenway, folks, the Yankees just swept this series and it's not looking good for the Sox or their fans-wait, wait. Hold on a second, folks, maybe I spoke too soon. Jimmy, switch to camera three, I think there's…look! It's a proposal, there is a beaming Yankees fan down on his left knee in the seats behind third base right now proposing to a not so happy Red Sox fan…and…she's smiling now, folks, …she said yes! Wow, it's going to be a happy night for this Sox fan, even if her team let her down, her man sure didn't. And a Yankees fan, no less! Good luck with him, honey."

Chloe smiled sadly through her tears as she watched the tape. What had happened to her parents? Why had they stopped being happy? Was it her fault?

"Are you still too mad to talk to me?"

Chloe turned her head around behind the couch to see Nate, standing in the doorway of the theater room.

She quickly turned back to the giant screen and paused it, wiping her eyes quickly so Nate wouldn't see.

"No, Nate, uhm…come in. I was just-"

"I know. That tape always cheered you up after your parents had a fight." Nate replied, sitting down on the couch next to Chloe.

Chloe looked at him in awe. "You remember?"

He wiped a lone tear coming down her face. "Of course I do, Chlo. How could I not? Half the time you brought it to my house and we watched it together."

She smiled in realization. "Oh, yeah! I did, didn't I? I was such a baby."

"Well, you were a beautiful baby." Nate smiled.

She laughed and pushed him lightly. "Yeah, and now I'm remembering how big of a suck up you were. You still are, apparently."

"A suck up that you'll forgive?" Nate looked at her hopefully.

Chloe sighed. Jason and Shane knew their brother better than she thought.

"Nate, I mean…I just can't…two years, Nate. That's a long time, you know? I forgive you for the fight, and I'm sorry for starting it. But, you were supposed to be my best friend-"

Nate face fell at her words. Chloe noticed and recovered.

"I mean, you still are. You always will be. I just can't get over it so fast, at least not in one day. I hope you understand."

Nate nodded and put his hands on his knees. "I do, and I'm so sorry, Chloe. And I know I didn't call, but I wanted to. But, hearing your voice…would've made me feel worse."

Chloe raised her eyebrows. "Well, jeeze, let it all out, Nate."

"No, no! That's not what I meant. It would have made me feel worse because I missed you so much that it hurt. And hearing your voice, but not seeing you and having you right there with me, I can't even explain how hard it was. Plus, I had to live on a bus...with Shane...for two years."

Chloe looked down shyly and giggled. Nate smiled when he heard her laugh, and he took her hand in his.

"There wasn't a day that went by when I didn't think about you constantly." Nate expressed. "There still isn't."

Chloe was smiling brightly, now. She pulled on one of his curls gently. "Same here."

Nate stood up and pulled Chloe up with him, then picked her up and held her tightly.

"I'm so glad you're back, Nate. I needed my best friend." Chloe breathed into his hair.

"Well, I'm here now. And I'm not going anywhere." Nate reassured her.

After a few minutes, he gently lowered her down, and Chloe immediately felt cold at the loss of contact.

"Well, you ready for this?" Nate looked down at Chloe expectantly.

Chloe nodded and slipped her hand into his. "Only if you're there with me."

Nate squeezed her hand. "Then you're ready, because I'm never leaving you again."

She mouthed 'Thank you' in response as she felt her eyes tear up again. Nate leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"Let's go, before I start crying again." Chloe said, pulling his hand.

Nate just smiled. This was how it was supposed to be. Chloe and Nate. Nate and Chloe. Best friends forever.

Only one thing was missing.

He wanted them to be more.

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