"Why can't you tell me where we're going?" Aubrey asked, arms folded against her chest as she looked out the window. Chloe had arrived at her house at around five o'clock and refused to do so much as tell her what city they were driving to.

"Because it's going to be a surprise," Chloe told her. Aubrey rolled her eyes.

"Why?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"Aubrey, shut the fuck up."

The blonde huffed out a sharp breath and unfolded her arms to place her hands in her lap. Monster came on the radio and Chloe let out a loud, high-pitched shriek. She turned the volume to its highest limit, slapping away Aubrey's hand when she tried to turn the volume back down.

"Friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah you think I'm crazy

I wanted the fame but not the cover of news week
Oh well, guess beggars can't be choosey
Wanted to receive attention for my music
Wanted to be left alone, the public excuse me
Been wanting my cake, I need it too
Wanting it both ways
Fame may be a balloon 'cause my ego's inflated"

Aubrey watched as Chloe sang and rapped along to the song. She was amazed that the redhead had committed all of the words to memory, though she was already beginning to learn that she couldn't expect anything less of Chloe. The redhead wasn't as talented as the radio when it came to blocking out the swears in the song, but listening to it only made Aubrey laugh.

When the song ended, Chloe finally turned the radio down. In the beginning, Aubrey had mapped out an entire lecture of how listening to the radio too loud when driving was horrible—and illegal—and had cost others their lives. However, when Chloe looked over her with a bright smile and an adorable twinkle in her eyes, the blonde forgot about everything else that mattered.

"You can look around for a song that you like," Chloe said, turning her head to focus back on the road. Aubrey played around with the buttons of the radio, trying to find the right station. She stopped when she heard the beginning of Sweater Weather playing. "You like this song?"

"Yeah, it's great," Aubrey said.

"I've never really been able to get into it," Chloe replied, though Aubrey shushed her and turned the volume up—loud, but not to the point where she could feel the car vibrating because of it.

"Head in the clouds but my gravity's centered
Touch my neck and I'll touch yours
You and those little high waisted shorts

She knows what I think about
And what I think about
One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirt, no blouse
Just us, you find out
Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about

'Cause it's too cold, for you here
And now, so let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater"

Chloe rolled to a stop at a red-light. As the song came to an end, she looked at Aubrey in awe. "Dude, you're an amazing singer Jesus fucking Christ. And I never would've thought you'd know a song that has to do with sex."

"I'm not sheltered, Chloe. Just Catholic. And you're a really, really great singer too. But you suck at rapping and should never do it again," Aubrey said. Chloe leaned over and shoved the blonde, the two erupting in laughter.

Chloe took a sharp right, and Aubrey yelled at her and complained about whiplash or something. However, the blonde ceased her scolding when she realized where they were pulling into. The car stopped at the toll booth and Chloe paid the man before Aubrey had to the chance to object.

"A drive-in? For serious? Had we gone to the actual movie theatre, we would've saved money and gas," Aubrey stated.

"Aubrey, seriously, you need to learn when to shut up. And I mean that in the nicest way possible—really. If you were the one picking the date, then I wouldn't care if you complained. But this is what I wanted to do and this is how we're going to do it. So, please, shut your mouth and just enjoy the night," Chloe said.

"Find, whatever. Just make sure you hold up your end of the deal come tomorrow," Aubrey told her. As soon as the words left her mouth she felt pained at saying them. She didn't think she was into Chloe—not romantically, anyway—and she knew that if she still wasn't by the end of the night, they didn't have to speak to each other anymore. It should've made her happy. Should've made her jump out of the car and dance around the parking lot of the drive-in. Yet instead it only made her frown and wonder why she was always such a hypocritical bitch.

"Of course," Chloe responded. Unlike Aubrey, she didn't try hiding the sadness that obviously laced her voice and thoughts.

Note: Hi! Thank you to everyone who commented on the last chapter :3

I've decided to break the date up into two chapters (not sure if I'll regret this choice later or not xD), so the next chapter will be the actual date blah blah blah.

Also omg has anyone here watched True Blood? I started it three days ago and now I'm on the fourth season. It's not even that good. I just-I'm obsessed. Ugh. Damn it all.

Anyway, yeah. OH and I'm working on a screenplay, which actually follows (for the most part) the plot of my other fic, The Mechanisms of a Self-Destruct Button. Like imagine if I get an agent and sell the script and then it becomes a movie yeee. I heard you can sell screenplays under conditions...hm...condition #1, Brittany Snow and Anna Camp must be asked to play the main characters.

Okay yeah sorry I'm rambling more than ever and the oven just beeped, my fries are done, adios amigos.

And sorry for not having updated Mechanisms yesterday. I haven't written the second chapter yet, oops. My plan is to write it today ahaha.

Bye lovelies~~~