A/N: Merry Christmas! :D
Chapter 9: A Job Offer
~Chloe~
Chloe firmly held onto the snow globe her father had given her, examining it out of boredom. As silly as it may seem, it always seemed to fascinate her. She enjoyed the intricate design of the rocks and snow. How it bulged out in the right places, and the little particles floating about in the water—guarding the light house that stayed sealed inside. The whole thing was hella cool to her. It was also one of the only things that remained from her father. Her real father, not Lieutenant Jackass.
She inwardly scoffs at the idea of him. They had gotten into an argument the night before, but it was the same speech as all the others. 'Don't go sneaking out at night, don't hang out in places like the junkyard, stop smoking weed!' David is an infuriating man, so why her mom decided to marry him is beyond her. Still, someone's gotta be happy in this house, and it certainly wasn't her. Chloe just wanted to get out of Arcadia Bay, as quick as possible. The sooner she was out of this shit stain of a town, the sooner she could start her new life. And with Rachel by her side, they'd be unstoppable.
Her head snaps to the sound of her door opening, revealing that it was none other than Rachel herself. Rachel Amber. Her best friend. Her angel...She was wearing a blue and black plaid shirt with a black spaghetti strap underneath it, along with a pair of black skinny jeans and blue striped converse.
"Hey, babe." She greets her with a smile, "I'm surprised you're up, it's not even past noon yet."
Chloe smirks at her, "Well you know what they say, early bird gets the worm." She flips the snow globe upside down, letting all the fake snow scatter from the base, "And all that other nonsensical bullshit."
Rachel rolls her eyes at that, "The only reason you think it's nonsensical is because you're not actually trying to go for the worm."
"Whatever." Chloe grins, "Aren't you supposed to be at school right now?"
"Morning teacher called in sick," She explained, "So, I thought I'd pay a visit to my favorite diva." Chloe squints her eyes at her playfully as she jumps on the bed to lay next to her.
She sets the snow globe on the floor next to her suitcase. It wasn't so much a suitcase at this present moment, more like a recycling cabinet for containing all the bottles of beer she drank recently. She'll have to empty that out later.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Miss Amber?"
Rachel furrowed her eyebrows, "A girl can't visit her best friend on her downtime?" She lays her hand out between them and Chloe takes it, locking their fingers together.
"Of course a girl can," She says, "but you're smiling like you slept with a hangar in your mouth."
"What are you talking about? I'm always smiling!"
"No, but you have this look in your eyes." Chloe states, "I can't really make out..." Then it hit her, "You had sex, didn't you!?"
A blush takes her cheeks and she presses her lips into forming a line, "Guilty as charged." The two burst into a slight giggle and laughter.
Chloe uses one hand to bump her shoulder, "Well come on then, spill! Give me some deets! Who was it with?"
She tilts her head with a pout, "I can't say..."
Chloe narrowed her eyes, "But you're going to. You did not come all the way over here just to drop that shit on me." Rachel laughs at her words, "Come on, why can't you tell me?"
"I'm sorry, I just can't." She smiles at her, "I can tell you about him though. Hell, I already have before!"
Her eyes widen, "So this is the same guy as before?" Chloe couldn't recall much, just how enamored Rachel was with him.
Rachel nods her head, "He's amazing, Chloe. He's a photographer—a really good one—and he always asks me to model for him! I mean how cool is that?" Rachel was naturally photogenic, with a beauty about her that was difficult to match around here. Being a model was actually what she wanted to do as her profession. It's like she's living the dream already..."I feel so happy when I'm around him, like I just want to be with him all the time."
Chloe visibly cringes, "Girl, you sound like one of those love sick teenagers from a corny chick flick."
She laughs, "No arguments there. I wish you knew what I meant though, Chloe. I mean...This guy. Ever since I met him, he changed my life."
Chloe's heart aches at her words. That's what Rachel had done for her a long time ago. Since the day they met at the Two Whales, Rachel Amber had changed her life for the better. After Max left, Rachel helped fill the daunting void that remained.
"But, we're still leaving Arcadia Bay together, right?" Chloe asked, "Or have you forgotten about our dream since you've been off making out with your new boy toy?"
Rachel looked deep into her eyes and sighed, "How could I forget?"
"Well it seems like you already have." Chloe mumbles, "I don't want to hold you back, so if you'd rather run away with Dr. Dreamy..."
She places a hand on Chloe's cheek, "That dream will come true Chloe, no matter what. We're going to leave Arcadia Bay and take on the world, together." Their hands tighten their hold on each other. "I promise."
The two lay there with each other for awhile before Rachel picks up her phone and turns it to them, "Now, quit moping you prima donna, and take a selfie with me!"
Chloe gave a rebellious grin and stuck her middle finger up at the lens as the flash went off.
The memory fades away as the music from Rachel's mix-tape comes to an end. Chloe took another drag from her joint as she gazed at the picture of her with her missing best friend.
'I promise'...Right. Where did you go, Rachel?
She sets the photo down and sighs out a breath. They always leave eventually. That's what she had told herself a long time ago anyway. Everyone she ever cared about, they would always leave and she would be alone...No matter how much things got rough and she just wanted God or whichever asshole that controlled everything to take pity on her, the pain never stopped. First her father left her, so he was initially the one to blame for fucking up her life, but then Max left, which may have been the icing to the cake...For two years she never felt so alone...until Rachel came along. But now, she's gone too...She left her here, even when she promised she wouldn't. Unless she...
Chloe shook her head. There was no way she...No way! She was alive! At least one good thing happened. Something so out of the blue that she couldn't believe it when she saw it. Or 'her' to be more specific. Max came back! Her closest and dearest friend from forever ago. The one she'd made promises to take over Arcadia Bay with as pirates. The one she could tell all her secrets to or steal a hug when she needed it. It may be long over-due, but she's just happy to see her again. Her friendly natured personality hasn't changed, which Chloe couldn't be more thankful for, as a Max Caulfield that didn't care about other people just wouldn't really befit or deserve the name.
She smiled at the thought of her childhood friend, taking another puff from the dwindling joint. If there was one thing that's changed, it's the amount of excitement that happens around her. Growing up, Chloe was always the one to get them into all sorts of trouble. Like when they sneakily tried to try out her parents' wine for the first time. Or when they were on the swings in her backyard and they would push each other as high as possible til they flew off. Max would always get scared and jump off for fear that she would fall on her face and Chloe would always laugh about it.
But their reunion mimic'd a moment out of an anime or some shit. And everything else that came after made it seem like it even more so. Chloe still couldn't believe it, how Max saved her life after meeting for the first time in five years. And by using time travel! Though, that was the part Chloe had the most difficulty putting much faith in. It's not that she didn't trust Max, it was just a little too far fetch'd to seem true. Then that crazy ass snow fell down...and she wasn't sure what to believe in after that. Whether she can control time or not, she did save her life. A couple seconds later and Nathan Prescott would have shot her dead...
And now, Nathan was going to be watching Max...Chloe didn't know how to feel about that. Was that her fault? Had she made Max an enemy in Nathan's eyes? Regardless, there was no way she was gonna let that psychotic rich dick hurt Max. Not on her watch! She'll have Max's back, just like she had hers; with both Nathan and David.
Chloe closed her eyes and smiled wistfully as she finished off what remained of her joint. Max was so cool for stepping in and taking the blame the way she did. Even if it did put her on her step-ass's shit list, he couldn't do jack to them when she showed up! It was the most unstoppable Chloe felt since Rachel had left...No. Even longer than that. Rachel is her best friend, no doubt about it. But Max? She hesitated to admit it, as if she'd be hurting Rachel in some way. No one can replace Max...She barely spent a day with her and it was one of the best of her life! In fact, when they find Rachel, she was sure that the both of them would quickly become friends.
They would be getting into all sorts of trouble now, just like when they were kids! Only now, Max comes with a bit of baggage.
If it's true that is...but why wouldn't it be? Max has a great imagination—we both do. It came with our growing up together. But she wouldn't lie to the point where she'd be having a panic attack. She was hella freaked! And Ethan too...
Her eyes flutter open and stare a thousand miles away towards the ceiling. Ethan...Some new guy in town that just so happens to get into trouble on his first day here. Such a weird kid, though, he sure knows how to make a good first impression. He helped Max back in the parking lot, saved Kate with David, assisted in saving her life, and according to them, he could walk through Max's time rewind...Chloe didn't get the chance to speak to him much, and to be honest, she didn't really care at the time. She was more interested in speaking to Max, but he definitely got her attention.
He has dark red hair—which is funny being the opposite to her blue—that glows under the light of the sun. And he has piercing green emerald colored eyes, almost as sharp as Max's blue ones. From what she could tell yesterday, they seemed closer than any other two people who just met would be. As if they shared similar...Attributes? Mannerisms? Chloe couldn't find the right words for it. Well, it was a long day yesterday, and a lot happened with the both of them involved, so maybe it makes sense in that case. Sooner or later, the three of them would hang out again, and Chloe could make a better consensus of him then.
On that note, was Max free today? Chloe reached over and grabbed her phone on the side. After clicking Max's name, she could see the past messages they had sent each other last night. It was just her teasing Max about her new abilities and the freakiness that occurred with the snow. Before Max passed out, Chloe had asked about giving her demonstration of it as proof, and she didn't reply. Chloe pumped out a message to her friend with her thumbs.
-u there Mad Max?
-Like I said. Always for you. :):):):)
Chloe rolled her eyes. Emoji's were so lame! She had to break the habit from her.
-NO EMOJI!
- :(
-busy 2 day?
-Yeah. Blackwell gives 2 much homework, I swear.
-really. That's the excuse
-What's that supposed to mean?
-Just seems like u r trying to avoid showing me these 'powers' of urs...
-Oh yeah? I don't have class tomorrow morning. We can hang out then.
-That's moar like it! Breakfast at the 2 whales then. On me.
-Great! It's nice to have minions. Can Ethan come?
Chloe considered that for a moment before replying.
-the ginger? Yeah, sure, bring him along. Pays for himself tho.
-Kek. I'll let him know. It's gonna be fun (^^)
-NO EMOJI
Chloe closes her phone, smiling at the newly made plans. She wished they could do something today, seeing as how she has no plans whatsoever. But, she would figure something out...She was gonna have to get off of her ass and leave the house, though. The sound of her stomach rumbling is suddenly made aware to her. Getting some food in her belly might be a great way to start.
Chloe enters the Two Whales diner, a restaurant she'd been going to her whole life, since her mom practically runs the place by herself. She enjoyed it though, especially now, eating breakfast at her house just reminds her of the times with her father. Sometimes, she would wake up extra early to help her dad make breakfast in bed for her mom. He would tell her old stories of the things he did with her grandparents and when she laughed, he'd warn her to quiet down to keep from waking her mom up. And she'd smile at him and he'd smile back...The smile that could always brighten her day.
She doesn't sit at her usual booth today, instead, taking a seat at the bar facing her mother. The usual diner regulars sat on the spots down from her, like officer Corn, the truck drivers that pass through every other day, and R.J. MacReady—who's probably shifting in with old man Burt outside, protesting about how the fish are dying in Arcadia Bay. The soon-to-be Mayor 'Dickhead' Prescott's fault, or so she's heard.
If there was one thing she enjoyed about the diner, other than the food, it was the amount of gossip the clients passed around to her mother. One time, Chloe just sat at the diner for half of the day, and she was hearing all sorts of rumors and tall tales of the different events happening in this crazy little town. But the name Sean Prescott, she noticed, was on the lips of a lot of people recently.
And so is his son, the fucking creep.
Chloe spins in her stool once before her mother grabs her attention.
"Good morning, darlin'." She said with a sing song voice.
Chloe replied with a half decent smile, "Morning, mom."
Joyce leans in, taking off her beanie and kisses her on the forehead. Chloe winces at the smooch, retrieving the stolen beanie right after.
"What do you want to eat today, babe?" Mother asked.
Chloe clicks her tongue, "How about...lunch for breakfast? Burger and fries?"
She laughs, "Of course, sweetie. Comin' right up." She turns around and begins placing the meat patty on the grill and then proceeded to set up the rest of the ingredients. "So tell me. I heard a little rumor that Max Caulfield was at our house yesterday...Is that true?" Chloe's eyes widen as her mom glances at her sideways.
Shit. David must have ratted on her! Well, she doesn't need to know the whole truth.
"Uh, yeah...yeah she was. Isn't that great?" Chloe replied.
"Oh yeah, it's fantastic! Do you know how long she's been here for?"
"A month, give or take..."
"And that little rascal hasn't chimed in to say hello at all?" She asked, feigning hurt.
Chloe chuckled lightly, she had the same reaction...dialed up a bit more of course. "Chill out, you'll be able to tomorrow. We're going to have breakfast here."
Her mom's eyes brightened and she flips the patty over on the grill, sizzling as it reconnects with the surface, "Oh good! While she's here, than maybe I can ask her why she thought it was a good idea to bring weed into the house..."
Chloe bowed her head, trying not to make eye contact as her mother glared holes into her. She was caught...
With her staying silent, Mom continued, "But its funny, I don't think I've ever known Max to do something like that; but I sure know who does..."
Chloe lifts her head and admits it, "Okay, fine. Yes. It was mine. It was my weed. But it's also my room, I'll do what I want in it."
Joyce puts a hand on her waist, "You know David doesn't like that stuff in the house."
"David doesn't like a lot of the shit I do in the house."
"And for good reason, most of the time." Her mom defends.
Chloe rolls her eyes, "Please, he treats us like we're his family platoon!"
She tilts her head, "Now, Chloe, you know that's not true. He cares about us."
Chloe lets out a frustrated sigh. There was no way her mom was going listen to her. The skeptical bastard has her wrapped around his finger..."Whatever."
The silence was palpable between the two of them. They had gotten the attention of just about everyone in the diner. But after they stopped arguing, things got quiet again, with only the symphony of plates and utensils to fill the reticence. Her mother went back to the grill and finished making her burger before placing it in front of her. Chloe stared at the food in front of her, the steam still rising from it having just been taken off the grill.
She takes a bite of one of her fries when her mother breaks the tension, "That's good to know though...That Max is still willing to do anything for a friend, like taking the blame for something that could ruin her academic life." Chloe shudders at the thought of it, Max's dream ruined because of her, "I'm sure nothing bad will happen to her, but it's nice to see how she truly cares about you, Chloe. Just like before. Just like always."
Unable to hide the slight smile that curved her lip, she eyed her mom briefly before digging into the burger. For the next five minutes, it was back to silence, only this time, it was led into it on a high note. Chloe tore away at the burger with messy fingers as the meat salivated after every bite. Once the plate was empty, Chloe stole a napkin and cleaned off the grease that remained.
Her mom took the plate from her and placed it in the dishwasher before approaching her, "By the way, what are your plans for today?"
Chloe let out a small belch before replying, "Eh, don't know yet...Why?"
She leaned in closer so no one else could hear them, "I was speaking to Joann earlier and she mentioned that she was in need of a few helpers for the festival."
Chloe narrowed her eyes at her, "Come on, mom! I don't need you doing any favors for me...I can find a job on my own."
"Relax, baby." She told her in a calmly manner, "She was the one who came to me about it, asked if you'd be interested."
She raised an eyebrow, she certainly wasn't expecting this, "Oh...Did you tell her anything?"
Her mother shook her head, "No. All I said was that I'd relay the information to you. What you do with it is your choice...But...If I were you—"
Chloe slants her eyes, "You would take the job offer?"
"Well...yeah." She sighs.
Chloe bows her head in thought, "I don't know...I feel like I'd have to watch a couple of snot nosed little Satan's the whole time..."
"But it's still a job." She reminds her, "You could use the money and you already said you don't like working here." Chloe was still hesitant, even though she was in desperate need of the money, how much would Joann need to know of her situation. Not even her mom knows anything about it, she just insists that she get a job to stay busy. But Joann always had the strange ability to see right though her. Even so, she probably wouldn't ask for much, which she always appreciated about the old woman. Never one to judge, but always there to help if you need it.
"Just...think about it." Her mom says.
Chloe picks up her beanie off the counter and puts it on, "Don't need to." She waves her off as she makes her way for the door, "Thanks mom, I'll catch ya later!"
'Joann's was only a couple blocks away, so it doesn't take long for Chloe to reach it walking. The outside held the same green exterior with the floral designs outlining her name. Pictures of the different arrangements Joann is best known for were on display behind the windows for any walking pedestrian to see. Why she even needed that is questionable, since there isn't a soul in town that doesn't know about her. Maybe they were there to provide comfort. That's how she wound up in her shop anyway. That one time...
Chloe had met Joann when she was only a girl, Max too in fact. Whenever her father wanted to get her mom some flowers on their way to see her, they would stop by here and Joann would always greet them with utmost respect and joy, as if seeing them would make her day...She always enjoyed coming here, loved the attention if she was being honest. Actually, no. It wasn't attention, it was more like...Belonging. Like she mattered to someone that wasn't particularly family. Joann always told her that she knew she was going to grow up to be this great person, full of spirit and life. Perhaps that's why after her father died and a couple of weeks after Max left, she found herself back at that shop, gazing at the pretty pictures of the flowers on display. That day, Joann made the effort to approach her outside. It was freezing at the time, but the woman didn't seem to care at all about that, wasn't even fazed by it. She just stepped in front of her and squeezed her tight in a hug while Chloe cried into her shoulder. Then they went inside the shop and ate a cup of noodle soup together to warm up. It was definitely one of the most depressing times of her life, but Joann was able to help her through it a little. For a time anyway...
After about a year, Chloe began to dive into doing more 'frowned upon' activities with some of the students at 'Blackhell'; like drugs, vandalism, trespassing. As a result, she dropped contact with her almost altogether. Aside from the occasional passing by gestures that they made to each other on the street, she was careful to make sure they didn't stay in an area for too long with each other. Chloe would blame it on not wanting to deal with another person talking down to her, but really? She felt too ashamed to actually look her in the eye...
Chloe glanced at the open sign hanging on the upper right corner of the glass, inhaling a breath before entering past the door. The familiar scents of strawberry, wildflowers, and now, pumpkin spice for the Halloween season—it all hit her in a wave of nostalgia.
Haven't been in here in a loooong time. I almost forgot how clean and organized she was...I wonder if her house is as tidy as this store? Maybe even more so...Ha! She'd probably keel over seeing my room.
Walking through the aisles, Chloe grazed her fingers along the scented candles that lined the shelves. She had versions of just about any kind of scent. Her favorite was the Christmas tree. It was so strong, quick to spread, and the smell was an easy way to the happier times of Christmas morning. The front of the store was mainly for little things that could be put to use around the house. The real thing was the garden located in the back. You can see everything from the window planted behind the register. Each section was its own breed of plant life, though some were only around at the right seasons. The fullest section was under the 'catering' category; especially with the festival coming up, she's probably trying to make sure the flowers are all being properly taken cared of.
Chloe passes through the translucent curtain covering the doorway, entering the vegetated garden. Small fans were mounted in the top corners, blowing mists of water at the plants and open space to keep from things getting too dry. The sun was beaming through the glass windows that peaked like a small mountain on the roof, giving the plants plenty of sunlight to grow off of. It's still fascinating how she managed to do all of this...
In the back, Chloe could see her—still happy as ever—speaking to a few clients. Only, as Chloe came closer, she noticed they weren't ordinary clients. It was the father asshole, himself. Mayor Candidate Sean Prescott and his two lackeys. Prescott had his orange hair combed over with slight graying on the sideburns as well as some orange sunglasses that just made him look douche-y. He was wearing a white coat, beige khaki's, and a plaid red shirt to give himself a more casual look. His two goons were wearing a matching suit, like something out of a bad crime thriller, or Men in Black.
She's only five feet away when Joann manages to spot her and her eyes go wide open, "Chloe Price, is that you?"
Chloe stops instantly as all eyes are on her and she awkwardly waves her hand at her, "Hey there, Ms. Jo." She greets back, "Long time no see..."
"That's the understatement of the year!" She says, excitingly and beckons her with her hand, "Come here, you!" Chloe glances at the three who were still eyeing her slightly before slipping past them and Joann takes her in a hug. She was an inch or two shorter than her, maybe a little taller than Max. After she releases her from the embrace, she pivots her to face Prescott, "Sorry to break the conversation, Mr. Prescott, but I haven't seen my girl in months. Perhaps we could continue this discussion another time?"
He smiles like a diplomat about to take a picture, fake in every corner, "That won't be necessary, Joann. We've covered just about all my concerns for the festival; I have no doubt you have everything under control." He turns to Chloe, the fake smile still frozen on his lips, "Hi there. Chloe, was it?"
Chloe leans back and crosses her arms with a squint, "Yeah. So?" She wasn't about to give him the courtesy, hell, it was bad enough being around him.
"Chloe..." Joann says disapprovingly, "I'm sorry for her manners, Sean."
He shakes his head, "No, no, please. It's quite alright...Have a nice day ladies. Gentlemen." He glances at her one more time before spinning on his heel and walking out with his bodyguards in tow.
Once he's out of the building, a heavy sigh is heard from Joann next to her. She must feel sort of stressed and her being all defiant probably didn't help, "Sorry about that, Ms. Jo. I didn't mean to make you upset."
She turns up to her with her blue/green eyes, "Upset? What on earth gave you that idea?"
Chloe tilted her head in confusion, "I...I just embarrassed you in front of the Mayor. Well, soon to be anyway."
"Embarrassed?" She guffawed into laughter, "Oh, dear. I...I can't stand that little slime ball. I despise him just as much as you do, more even."
Chloe's eyes widen with a chuckle, "You don't like him either?" She shook her head, "But you were totally kissing his ass a moment ago!"
She begins walking towards the front again and Chloe follows her, "Of course I was! He owns just about half of the buildings here in Arcadia Bay, it's no wonder he's going to be elected the Mayor, even is he is responsible for the fish dying." She says that last bit with clear distaste.
"Yeah. No, I get that, but why does that mean you have to kiss his ass?"
She stops and turns to her with a serious look, "Because, sweetie. The less he has to suspect of me, the less attention I get from him. Which means less drama to deal with. Lord knows how much he's taken from other local store owners in the area, how long will it be til he opens up his own botanical garden and promises to give the 'seeds of life'? How long do you think my shop would last then?"
Chloe crosses her arms, "Please, you'll never run out of business. This place is as about as famous as the Two Whales. No one would go to him, even if he was able to double his prices below yours."
Joann nods her head with a smile, "You're exactly right, Chloe. And I think he knows that too, which is why he hasn't tried anything yet. But as long as I stay on his good side, he and I have got nothing to worry about."
"And if you get on his bad side?"
Joann makes her lips into a line and smiles sweetly at her, "Then he's going to have to deal with my bad side."
A chill runs up Chloe's arm. Did she just imply a threat? "Brrr, Ms. Jo! I didn't think you had a bad side to you."
She laughs loudly passing through the translucent curtain, "It doesn't come out often. Though maybe you would have seen it over the years, had you visited more often." She tilts her head at at her with a feigned glare.
Chloe feels herself blush, "Sorry...I...Just got busy and...Well. Things happened."
She grips her by the shoulders with caring eyes, "I'm only teasing you, Chloe. You don't have to explain yourself to me—I know how it goes. The heavy winds of life take you where it wants you to go, no point in struggling in it. Just gotta embrace it and flow to wherever the current takes you."
Whatever that means...
"Thanks, Ms. Jo..."
She only smiles at her with a hand stroking a few strands of her blue hair, "You look as beautiful as ever, Chloe. The color still looks good on you." She blushed at the complement. When she had originally dyed it a couple of years ago, Joann was one of the few people who expressed their admiration for the color, said the abnormality of it reminded her of one of her grand-kids' hair. She let's go of her face and puts a hand on her waist, "But I'm sure you didn't come here just to chit-chat. I assume your mother gave you my message?"
"Yes she did. She said you were offering me a job?"
"Indeed I was, if you want it." She states, "I'm told you're in need of cash and it just so happens that with the festival coming up, I'm in need of a few extra hands."
"What would I have to do?" Chloe asked, curiously.
She crosses her arms, "The festival takes up most of the street-way, so, you'll be doing an abundance of different things. You'll have to help me set everything up, work a booth for an hour or so, and then you'll probably be needed elsewhere." Chloe must have made a face or something because Joann giggles at her, "Don't worry it's not all that bad. You'll be helping wherever I need you and you'll be compensated generously."
Chloe makes a crooked smile, "How generous?"
"I'll give you five hundred dollars for the all of the night's work." She answers.
"Five hundred dollars for one night?" Chloe asks in disbelief. "Awful lot of money for an independent business woman. Where do you get this kind of money?"
She laughs, "I've been in the business for nearly twenty years, Chloe. It also helps that I've managed to save quite a bit since I first started."
"Whatever you say, Ms. Jo." Chloe says.
She puts both hands at her waist, "So, are you interested?"
Five hundred dollars isn't nearly enough to pay back Frank, but I suppose it's something to get me started. And I'm sure Ms. Jo would help me out with something afterwards. Besides, it beats trying to steal all of it from a pretentious psycho.
Chloe nodded her head, "Hellz yeah, I'm interested!"
A/N: A quick heads up before I leave you guys... I just want to inform you that there will not be an update next week. I'm very sorry, but life is kicking my ass right now, what with the holidays and work taking up more of my time, it's getting increasingly difficult for me to find time to write... I figure this last post before Christmas would be fitting to end the year, not in terms of story, but just for me to take a breather. The story will resume some time in January in a few weeks, not sure when yet, but it will be on a Saturday like it always is and will be.
Also, another note on that, I'm working on another story alongside this one (a poor decision at the time, but now I refuse to give up on either of them); but like I said, because of my shortage on time, I may have to resort to a bi-weekly update schedule. I'd hate to do it, and hopefully I won't have to, but I hope you guys understand.
Anyway, thank you guys for a pleasant few months. I absolutely LOVE hearing from you guys, so thank you from the bottom of my heart, for all the feedback you've given me thus far! I hope you enjoy all the things I have in store for you, it's going to be a VERY long story! Like...I don't even know how long lol I just know what's going to happen along the way.
So, Happy Holidays, everyone! I'll see you next year :)