Autumn is coming. Chloe and Darren are packing in the parlor. The man looks at the punk smiling.

'What?' she frowns.

'I still remember your first day here, Price. I still can hardly believe that how cool you handled everything.'

'And I still remember how nervous I was!' she laughs.

'I gotta go now, but you close this sweet second home and give me the keys at the party, 'kay?'

'Sure Darren. I'm gonna be ready soon. And don't forget, it's six, not eight or nine! Don't be late this once!'

'Doing my best, Price! See ya later!'

'See ya, Darren!'

She continues packing. She slowly takes off her personal pictures off her wall, but one. She smiles as she touches the picture of herself and her boss taken on the first day. She takes out another one from her wallet, sticking next to the one taken so many months ago. It was taken on a concert. On that day they became very good friends.

She just takes on her backpack when she hears the door opening.

'Sorry, we're closed early today' she takes a few steps 'Try to come back to-…' she freezes as she sees who's staring at the floor.

'Hi Chloe' her words are hardly heard.

'Long time no see.'

'But it's still good to see you.'

'Why don't you look at me then? Can't you look at me? Are you ashamed of yourself? That you left me all alone?'

'Chloe, I didn't want to…'

'You didn't want to. But still, you did, Rachel!' she puts her backpack down and sits on the counter 'I'm still waiting for an explanation!'

'I… got into trouble. I couldn't stay here, I…'

'You were cheating on me! With Frank Bowers!'

'How do you…'

'It doesn't matter! I know!'

'You don't get it at all! I wasn't as cool with us as you! Then I got into trouble while chasing my dream and I had to go! You don't get it at all!'

'You cheated on me! And I can never forgive that!'

'But I'm here now.'

'And what do you expect of me, hm? What do expect of me, Rachel? To leave everything behind because of and for you? You didn't contact me during the past 2 years!'

'But I'm here now. I opened up in L.A. I'm okay with it now. I'm not going anywhere.'

'No, but I will. I'm moving to Portland the day after tomorrow. With my girlfriend.'

'I didn't want to… I just…'

'Two years ago you just left without a sound. There's no need to explain that right now. You're way too late. I've been looking for you. I've done everything I could just to find you. You exactly knew how messed up I was when Max left me here. And you've just done the same. Why should I forgive you? I accepted the fact you may be dead. I let you go. It was hella hard, but I did let you go. I was going through hell.'

'I was in danger, Chloe!'

'Oh yeah, and you met someone who changed your life!'

'I thought he could help me, alright? I was young and carefree, I wanted nothing else but having my dream becomes true! Why is it that bad?'

'The bad part is not that. The bad part is that you left me here. All alone. I dropped out of Blackwell. I couldn't think anything else but you, Rachel! You used to be my girlfriend! Can you imagine what I felt when I found out that you were cheating on me with Frank?'

'I can't, but I…'

'Of course you can't. Back then, I was part of your problem, right? So you decided to bail on me. Nice…'

'I'm so sorry…'

'Don't say this. You could've written me. You could've told me you were in trouble. I would've been there for you. Now, please, leave. I need to close the parlor. I need to go now. I'm gonna be late, and that's the last thing I want now. Just go away, please.'

'Chloe…'

'Leave. Please.'

The brunette turns her back silently. She opens the door. She's not turning around as she whispers the words:

'I love you, Chloe…'

The punk brushes off her face. She lets a single teardrop fall down, then she grabs her backpack, she takes one last walk in the tattoo parlor. She locks the door slowly. She drives home nervously. This sudden meeting confused her. She still feels paralyzed while putting on her clothes. As she walks in the streets she feels cold despite the warm summer weather. As she walks in the club, she immediately orders a beer then she starts looking for her girlfriend. She walks to her and hugs her from behind.

'Chloe? You were late.' the photographer gently caresses her cheek.

'I had some things to do.' she smiles, but this smile has no strength at all.

'Are you okay?'

'I'm just tired.'

'Are you sure?'

'Let's… talk about this later, okay?'

'Is something wrong?'

'I hella missed you.' she kisses her softly 'And I guess it's still hard to bid farewell to this shithole, after all.'

'Come on, I promised we're coming back!' she wraps her arms around the bluenette's neck.

'I know' she smiles 'The only thing matters that we're leaving together. That we're staying together.'

'No matter what' she smiles softly, gently touching her forehead to the punk's 'I told you. I'm not leaving you. You couldn't make me any happier when you told me you're coming with me.'

'I promised, right? I'm never leaving you. We are one' she kisses the brunette again.

'Hey there, love birds!' Darren greets them with a wide smile.

'Darren!' Chloe tucks into her pocket 'Here are the keys! I left you something in the parlor.' she winks.

'Well, at least you're gonna compensate for my gift!' he hands over a little packet to the punk.

'You shouldn't have, Darren'

'But you were my best apprentice during the years, Price!'

'No fucking way! You gotta hella be kiddin' me, Darren! A brand new tattoo pistol?'

'And some ink! It'll be useful in Portland. If Matt complains about you, I'm going down to Portland and kick your punk ass!'

'I'm looking forward to my first mistake then!' she laughs.

'Come on, hug old Darren!' he opens his arms and they embrace in a hug.

'Thank you Darren. For everything. I'm coming back in two years, I promise.'

'Enough of promising! Let's drink up!'

They order some vodka shots. The crowd is getting thicker, the drinks are getting shorter, and the mood is getting better. It's about the millionth time Chloe's telling how they saved Arcadia Bay when the music drops out. The whole club fell into silence. Gasps and unbelief fill the place. The photographer stands up slowly.

'Chloe…' she whispers.

The punk raises her head. There she is, walking towards her. Rachel Amber doesn't care about the crowd, nor about the eyes on her. She stops at the table. Chloe takes a sip of her beer and stands up slowly.

'What the hell are you doing here?'

'We need to talk.'

'We had our talk.'

'What I said today… I meant it.' she carefully looks at Max 'I love you…' she whispers.

'I couldn't care any less.'

'Does it mean nothing to you?'

'Not anymore.'

'Listen. I know I fucked up.'

'Exactly. Why are you here anyway?'

'To prove what I feel.'

'There's no need for that' she smirks 'Don't you get it? I'm moving. With my girlfriend' she points at Max 'I'm not gonna let the opportunity of my life go for you, Rachel.'

'Why not?' she takes a step closer 'When I opened up in Los Angeles, I couldn't think anything but you!'

'That may be true' she sighs 'but you're way too late. I'm in love with Max. Can you hear me? I'm in love with Max Caulfield.'

'Are you? So why is she better than me? I also came back.'

'It's not just that. I loved her before. And I needed only a little time to realize that when she came back. And where have you been? You promised me we'll move to LA together. You bailed on me. You cheated on me. And now, you're coming back and telling me I should forgive all this shit? Hella no way, Rachel.'

'So I'm the badass here.'

'Indeed you are. I'm sorry, but you should take your leave.'

'And how should I prove my love for you?'

'There's no need' she sighs again 'Just go away. Didn't you hear me? I love her. I'm moving with her. I'm gonna live the rest of my life with her. I don't want you in my life anymore. Go away, Rachel.'

'It's so not over!' some teardrops rolling down her face, then she turns her back and rushes out.

All the eyes are on the bluenette now.

'What? Turn the music back on!' she rushes out too.

She lights a cigarette as she sits down in the side of the building. She sighs loudly this time.

'Chloe?' she immediately raises her head to her girlfriend's voice 'Are you… okay?'

'Come here!' she hugs the brunette 'You know that I'm not leaving you, right? I love you! I love you!' she sobs quietly.

'Yes. I know that you love me. Did she visit you in the parlor?'

'She did' she nods.

'Have you…'

'I didn't consider letting her come back. Not even for a split-second. I'm just… disappointed.'

'I feel you.'

'Are you mad at me, Max?'

'Why should I be?' she smiles softly.

'I don't know. I'm just… I didn't wanna… I'm so…'

'Hey, dry those eyes! I'm here with you now. Remember?' she picks up the necklace 'We are one.'

'It's a fucking nightmare' she sobs 'It was so hard to accept that she was gone. I thought that she was dead. It was so hard to accept that, Max! How could she believe I'd let her come back to me? After all she did!'

'Hey, calm down, Chlo. I'm here' she hugs her 'I'm here. I'll be always here for you.'

'Let's just go home. Please. Get our stuff and go.'

'It's so not you, Chloe. You're always on to party.'

'It's too much. I just want to be with you. Sleep a little. And fuck the day away tomorrow.'

'It sounds great' she smiles as she kisses the bluenette 'But we truly should fuck the day away tomorrow then.'

'We will' she laughs.

'See? I prefer your laughs, Chlo. I want you to be happy'

'I'm happy with you.'

'I'm not leaving your side.'

'Let's go. We shall start the mission "Let's fuck the day away" right now. Then sleep a little and tomorrow… Tomorrow you'll be my princess all day long. And there's now way I'm letting you out of my bed!'

'It sounds hella cool. Let's go!' she smiles.