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As Chloe turned onto her street, she couldn't get the thought of Rachel out of her head. Rachel Amber of all people and at a Firewalk concert. What the actual fuck. And she was cool. Like actually, she was so h- badass when she yelled at those dickheads.
Even later as she laid in bed, she sat thinking about how natural it had felt, despite this being their first interaction other than a few times she had caught Rachel staring at her in the halls, which she had previously thought was Rachel judging her or whatever, but now she wasn't sure. Now all she wanted to do was talk to Rachel. But tomorrow she doubted she would even get the chance to get through the dickheads Rachel surrounded herself with, or maybe was surrounded by. They probably didn't even know Rachel went to the concert let alone the fact that she and Rachel had talked like they had known each other all their lives.
Across town,
Rachel laid down in her bed staring at the stars shining on her ceiling, quietly assured that her first large act of rebellion had gone unnoticed. Her heart throbbed and she felt the need to scream into her pillow with excitement.
The concert, Chloe being there. Everything. Saving her of all things. What the fuck? She had figured Chloe would be going but she had no real way to be sure that she was going to be there. But it had been so fucking worth it. Now she just had to work up the courage once more to talk to her at school tomorrow, to help reassure herself that yes she had in fact had a hella awesome time with the girl who she was desperately trying to pretend she didn't have a huge crush on.
Delivering a 'perfect' rendition of one of Shakespeare’s soliloquies in front of a crowd of hundreds of people, no problem. Talking to Chloe Price, and not in some sketchy abandoned barn or whatever the fuck, felt like it was the scariest thing she was ever going to do, even when it had felt like the most natural thing in the world barely an hour ago.
Little, of course, did they know, that they met just so that a scene could be played out again. Their meeting was just the current attempt in a long chain of attempted meetings. Last time they had met, with different names, different faces and different lives, was nearly thirty years ago, somewhere in the Midwest, for just about the same amount of time they had spent at the concert.