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“Man, where’s Chloe?”
Dana looks up from her lap, where she’s been carefully packing a bowl into her pipe. Justin’s looking out into the dense woods surrounding them, squinting behind his glasses as he leans against a tree.
“Was she here before?” Dana asks. “I didn’t see her coming in.”
"Yeah, she said she had to take a smoke break or something,” Trevor explains, sitting up a little more against the tree he’s resting on. “You got here after.”
“Text her?” Dana suggests.
“Nah, dude, she has like, limited texts or something. Her plan sucks,” Justin argues. “She was kinda bitchy today too.”
“PMS?” Trevor says, and Dana scowls.
“You know, we can be bitchy for a lot more reasons than that, like having to talk to annoying boys to get stoned,” Dana says, shoving her thumb into the bowl and deciding it looks done enough.
“No, man, it was just — I just said she looked badass out there and she told me to ‘stop acting desperate’,” Trevor complains.
Justin snorts. “Okay, but you did stare at her ass all day…”
“No, I didn’t!”
“Guys,” Dana groans, “One of you man up and go get her if you promised her my weed.”
Justin and Trevor look at each other for a moment. “Well…why don’t you go?” Trevor asks.
“Because this is my weed?”
“But you’re a girl,” Justin points out.
“And?”
“Well, if us boys being so annoying is the problem, you’re a better bet,” Trevor says.
“Ugh, fine.” Dana stands up and passes the loaded pipe to Justin. “But I get greens when I come back. You smoke without us and I charge you.”
“Deal,” Justin promises. “Thanks, Dana. Seriously, I don’t know what’s up with her lately. Like, she could’ve smoked back here with us.”
“I’ll go unravel the mysteries of the female world for you,” Dana sighs. “Back soon.”
She tromps out into the woods until they thin out and she can see the skatepark again. The population is pretty sparse; Arcadia Bay doesn’t seem to grow a lot of new skaters these days, and the day’s kind of cold and shitty to start out with. Hell, it’s not like Dana’s even a skater, she just likes to hang with Justin and Tre. She’s part of the problem, she supposes.
She narrows her eyes to peer across the concrete, and spies a thin curl of smoke coming out from behind the bathrooms. Must be her. Dana navigates the paths between the skatepark features, dodging some elementary schooler wiping out along the way, and indeed finds the girl in question finishing off a cigarette behind the back wall, stomping out the butt in the grass. “Hey!” Dana calls, and Chloe looks up from her feet, turning her head toward Dana.
“Hey yourself,” Chloe mumbles, going back to leaning against the wall. “Justin and Tre are out in the clearing.”
“Yeah, I know. They asked me to come and get you so we can smoke,” Dana explains.
“Oh. Yeah, I’m, uh, I’m good,” Chloe murmurs, looking away from Dana.
“What? C’mon, the Chloe I know never turns down free weed,” Dana admonishes, coming up to where Chloe’s leaning and posting up beside her.
Chloe snorts. “You don’t know a Chloe,” she says. “We talk, like, once a week, maybe?”
“And who’s fault is that?” Dana asks.
“Uh, no one’s? Just a fact.” Chloe shrugs. “It’s no big deal. Might head home or…something.”
“Or something,” Dana repeats. “C’mon, Tre’s got a big crush on you, be nice.”
“Ugh,” Chloe complains, “Yeah, that’s kind of why I’m bailing.”
“What? Come on, he’s cute,” Dana goads. “You two would make a great couple.”
“What part of ugh don’t you get?” Chloe groans. “Whatever, I’m out of here.” She turns around and reaches to get her board from the wall, but Dana snatches her wrist before it gets there.
“Chloe, boys are gonna get crushes on you,” Dana begins, “You can’t run away from all of them.”
“Oh, yeah? Watch me.” Chloe tries to tug her arm away, only to find that Dana can’t be thrown off that easily.
“Come on, Chloe, what’s really bothering you?” Dana asks.
“You, right now,” Chloe grunts, a flush coming to her cheeks as she tries to pry Dana’s hand off with her own. “Jesus, I know who to call if I need to open a jar.”
“Seriously, you can talk to me. That’s why I came out here,” Dana says, and Chloe chuffs.
“They sent you out because they’re scared of periods,” Chloe counters with a roll of her eyes. “They always think I can’t hear them if they’re behind me, now get off—”
Chloe throws her whole weight into leaning away from Dana, but only succeeds in making both of them lose their balance and topple to the ground. Dana ends up on top of her, one hand pinning her wrist to the ground, their faces inches from each other. Chloe tries to use her other arm to shove Dana’s shoulder, but she captures that wrist too, and Chloe’s fully trapped now.
Chloe tries to squirm out of Dana’s grip, but Dana doesn’t let her go. She tightens her hold, without being sure why. Chloe stops moving, breathing hard, staring straight ahead. Her blonde hair’s fallen back from her face, which is almost fully red, her pupils dilated. She has really pretty eyes. So blue.
What’s happening here?
“D-Dana,” Chloe pants.
“What?” Dana can’t even remember what they were talking about.
Chloe gulps. The movement of her throat draws Dana’s gaze down. Chloe’s hoodie is unzipped, showing the tank top beneath, a low neckline, her collarbone distinct. “Um,” Chloe murmurs. “Uh.”
Dana looks back at Chloe’s face, and finally gets it.
Dana scrambles backward off of Chloe, sitting up across from her. “S-sorry,” she stammers, feeling her own cheeks heat up. “You — you’re fine. If you don’t wanna hang, you don’t have to.”
“Yeah,” Chloe breathes, getting to her feet. She’s shaking a little. “I’ll, um, see you around,” she adds as she grabs her board, going around the corner and out of sight.
Dana has to take a minute, still sitting down in the grass, her heart pounding.
Chloe likes girls.
It explains a lot.
Does Dana…also like girls?
She gets to her feet, feeling a little wobbly. That felt way more intense than it had any right to. And people are waiting on her, anyway.
But even as she heads back to the clearing and calls out the boys for smoking without her, Chloe remains on her mind. She was right — Dana barely knows her, really.
But she’s starting to think she might want to.
Man, fuck this party.
Chloe’s ready to make that her official conclusion. Justin had invited her, so she’d assumed she’d be able to find him, but she’s been wandering through this house for what feels like an hour and he’s nowhere to be seen. Or maybe Chloe’s just not great with crowds, because even in mid-November, she’s sweating her ass off. She swears she’s completed like three sweeps of the house, grabbing cups from the kitchen each time, and has yet to find a single conversation she wanted to enter or a face that was familiar in a good way. And nobody’s even smoking weed.
Yeah, okay, she’s done here.
She leaves the living room and finds her way out the front door, sighing in relief when she sees that her board’s still propped up against the porch fence. As she shoulders past some dude to pick it up, headlights sweep over the porch as another car pulls up. She doesn’t think much of it at first, watching her feet as she descends the stairs to the sidewalk before setting her board down in the road. But right as she pushes off, someone shouts “Chloe!” from behind her. She whips her head over her shoulder and loses her balance in the process, sending her straight into the back of a parked car.
Her board skids out from under her as she falls, and she just barely manages to get her hands behind her before her skull hits the road. On the edge of her hearing there’s a collective gasp, from the smokers on the porch and from somewhere closer. She hisses in pain as the grit from the road digs into her palms, and she loses her strength quickly, letting herself fall the rest of the way down as her shoulders scream at her.
Fuck it. She’ll just lay here, then. She had a good run.
A face appears in her field of view, Dana’s dangling earrings flashing in the streetlamps as she claps her hands over her mouth.
Fuck.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” Dana rushes out, offering a hand. “Are you okay?”
Chloe waves her off with an “I’m good,” managing to sit up, but Dana grabs her wrist with wide eyes. Chloe feels her pulse quicken, remembering how strong Dana was the last time they saw each other, and being pinned underneath her, and —
“Shit, your hands,” Dana sighs. They do sting a lot. Chloe’s about to respond when —
“Is she okay?” someone else calls from the street.
“Nothing big. Go on in, I’ll patch her up in the car,” Dana shouts back, before turning her gaze back to Chloe.
“What?” Chloe asks. She doesn’t trust any other words to come out of her mouth right now.
“I’ve got a first-aid kit in my car, come on.” Dana crouches down and wraps an arm around Chloe’s waist, bringing her gently to her feet. Chloe tries to say something but her head’s spinning and Dana’s tall and strong and really warm. The chill’s finally getting to her.
“I’m good, I’m good,” Chloe insists at last once they’re in the street proper. “My board…”
“Oh, let me get that for you,” Dana says, leaving Chloe’s vicinity as quickly as she arrived, jogging down to where Chloe’s board rolled to a stop in the middle of the road. Chloe blinks a few times. She holds out her hand for the board as Dana comes back, but Dana keeps it away.
“Chloe, come on, I made you crash. I’ll give you a ride wherever you were going, ‘kay?” Dana says.
“I’m good, really,” Chloe insists, shifting from foot to foot and looking over at the house, where some kids are still staring.
“At least let me clean your hands off?” Dana pleads.
“...fine.”
“Right over here.” Dana leads them over to her car, a dirty white Honda parked a few cars down from where Chloe ate shit. Chloe reluctantly crawls into the passenger side once it’s unlocked, Dana setting her board down in the back seat before getting in the front. “Glovebox,” Dana says, and Chloe obediently pops it open and hands the plastic box inside over to Dana.
Now that they’re not…touching so much, Chloe’s nerves calm a little. “So do you have that because you often knock girls down?” she asks, trying to crack a smirk, get back to snarky-mode instead of loser-mode.
“It’s just for scrapes and stuff when I go on hikes,” Dana answers. She flips on the light, cracks open the kit and draws out a little bottle. “Hold your hands out, palms up.”
Chloe does as requested, and it’s the first time she’s been able to see her hands clearly since the fall. She’s had worse road rash, but it does look bad. She hisses as the first few drops of sanitizer hit the scrapes, but she holds her hands steady until Dana sets the bottle down again. Dana reaches out and gently rubs the solution into Chloe’s hands, dislodging the grit and dried blood, her fingertips moving in smooth circles that leave a lingering tingling on Chloe’s palms. She tenses up, knowing she’s blushing again, knowing she must be so fucking obvious.
Dana brings out a moist towelette and gets the rest of the dirt off. Chloe feels like dying. “You’re good,” Dana tells her, and Chloe quickly lowers her hands to her sides, turning away and looking straight out the windshield. “How’s your stomach?”
Chloe pushes in on her stomach and winces. “Gonna bruise, but I think that’s it.”
“You sure? You could’ve broken a rib.”
“I wasn’t going that fast,” Chloe says with a shrug. “I’ll be fine, seriously.”
“At least let me give you a ride. Where were you headed?”
Chloe shrugs. “Away.”
“Huh?”
“I mean — don’t worry about it,” Chloe says, tensing up. Fuck. She’s still being kind of nice to you, no need to fuck it up by showing her how pathetic your life is. She reaches for the door handle. “Thanks or whatever, I’ll—”
Dana’s hand is on her wrist again.
Fuck.
“Chloe, I came here to hang with you in the first place,” Dana sighs. “If you’re gonna bail, can you at least talk to me while you do it?”
Chloe freezes. “Wait,” she says, blinking rapidly, looking over and looking at Dana for what feels like the first time. “You came here…to see me?”
Dana snorts out a laugh. “You say that like it’s completely impossible.”
“I…” Chloe looks away, wanting to shrink down even more now. “People don’t usually do that for me. Why?”
Dana gently lets go of Chloe’s arm. When Chloe steals a glance at her, Dana averts her eyes in return. “Because…you know…” She takes a deep breath. “The other day.”
Yeah. She definitely noticed. Now you’re fucked.
But Chloe doesn’t have any other strategy, so she stammers out, “W-what other day?”
“I thought, you know, we had a…a moment or…” Dana looks at Chloe, then away again, her fingers tightening on the steering wheel. “Fuck, I’m — nevermind. It’s nothing, you can go.” Her voice breaks on the last few words.
Shit. Chloe feels panic in her chest. You fucking idiot, she’s trying to be nice, maybe she’s even — well, she’s probably not, but at least she’s not here to hurt Chloe. Of course she’s not, why does Chloe just assume everyone’s going to be shitty all the time?
She reaches out this time. “Hey, um, sorry,” she mumbles, gently putting a hand on Dana’s shoulder. “I just — I’m an asshole, okay?”
“You are not,” Dana insists, turning back to Chloe.
“I dunno.” Chloe quickly takes her hand back and shrugs. “I didn’t mean to — I’m just not used to talking about it.”
“Do you want to?”
Does she?
“I don’t…talk to people a lot,” Chloe mumbles. “Not for a while.”
“Well, I wanna talk about it. Is that okay?”
Chloe bites her lip. Dana’s being so…weird. But nice. And honest, and up-front, and…
“Wait a second.” Chloe narrows her eyes. “You told Justin to invite me to this thing, didn’t you? I couldn’t find him.”
“Huh? No, I think he said he was posted up in the basement and he hadn’t seen you,” Dana explains.
“There’s a basement?”
Dana giggles. “How long were you there without finding him?”
“Uh, not long,” Chloe lies. “So, you’re not, like, messing with me, right?”
“What? No! Jesus, Chloe, what’s with the paranoia?” Dana asks, raising her eyebrows.
“Dana, you’re popular and pretty and I’m…me,” Chloe says. “When you’re me you don’t trust people like you.”
“I swear I’m not planning to dump pig blood on you, Chloe,” Dana says, putting a hand on her heart, a little smile on her face.
“Hey, didn’t expect classic horror references out of you,” Chloe replies, relaxing into her seat.
“Well, it’s like you said. We don’t talk much. That’s why I wanted to find you.” Dana sighs. “So are we good? You convinced I’m not gonna screw with you?”
“...yeah. You’re cool.”
Dana looks back at the steering wheel, smiling wider now, and — wow, she really might be…
Is this real? Dana clears her throat. “So, where were you headed?”
“Oh, uh…” Chloe swallows. “Nowhere, really.”
“What do you mean?”
“I was just tired of the party.”
“So you were going home?”
“No,” Chloe admits, sinking further into her seat. “I kinda snuck out…”
“So what were you gonna do?”
“I dunno.” Chloe shrugs. “Ride around town, I guess. Avoid the cops.”
“Dude, it’s freezing out.”
“Better than staying in there.”
Dana clicks her tongue a few times. “Well…wanna come over to my place? We can sneak you back home after your parents fall asleep. Don’t worry,” she adds as Chloe gives her a quizzical look. “My mom’s out on a date, so we’ll have it to ourselves.”
Holy shit. Is Dana really implying what Chloe thinks she is? Are they going straight from ‘had a kind of gay moment’ to ‘hooking up while the parents are away’?
…That would be awesome.
Not likely, but awesome.
“Uh, Chloe?” Dana asks, and Chloe jumps. Thinking too long.
“Sure, yeah,” Chloe answers quickly, pulling her beanie down to avoid getting a glimpse of Dana. She buckles herself in as Dana starts the car. She nervously taps her foot as the radio starts up, and—
“Oh my God,” Chloe says, laughing under her breath as the station announces its name.
“What?” Dana asks, pulling the car out into the street.
“This is the station my mom listens to.”
“Sounds like she has good taste, then,” Dana fires back as a fucking Taylor Swift song starts up.
“Ooh, not backing down,” Chloe goads. “See, this is why I don’t trust your type. Punks and preps are natural enemies.”
“You must’ve watched too many John Hughes movies.” Dana smirks. “I’ve been hanging with Justin since we were kids. Social rules aren’t real.”
“Easy for someone on the right side of ‘em to say,” Chloe murmurs, leaning her head against the window, already feeling better now that she can’t see anyone watching them anymore.
“Well, I’ll prove we can hang. If you think Carrie is the only classic horror I know, you’ve got another thing coming,” Dana threatens.
“Tell me you’ve seen Alien.”
“Duh! Tell you what, when we get there you can look through my DVDs and pick something out. We’ve got time to kill, right?”
Chloe finds herself smiling. “Guess we do, cheerleader.”
“You have to give me a cooler nickname than that,” Dana complains.
“We’ll see if you earn one.” Chloe catches a glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror and realizes she’s smiling. Is all this…real? It doesn’t feel real. But she’s excited anyway, her heart racing. She wants to talk about it with Dana, she’s realizing. She’s wanted to talk about it since she first started feeling it, but no one’s ever made it seem safe before.
And maybe they’ll hook up. Which would be great. Because Dana is, like she said, very pretty. She steals a glance at Dana, watching her mouth the words under her breath, which is cute, and then her eyes move down (Dana’s scoop necks are infamous) and then she has to look away again.
She’s so gonna blow this.
But she’s gonna try really hard not to.
They pull to a stop in the parking lot of a squat apartment complex, Dana leading the way up to the second floor and finding her apartment. “Sorry, it’s kind of small,” Dana says with a wince as she fishes her keys out of her pocket.
“Dude, my house is a fucking wreck, don’t worry,” Chloe assures her. “I’ll just be happy to be somewhere other than home.”
“You might think differently if Mom brings her conquest home,” Dana warns.
“If he doesn’t have a pedo-stache it’ll still be an improvement over who my mom is dating,” Chloe replies.
“Okay, okay, you win,” Dana laughs, heading inside and letting Chloe follow her. The place is, indeed, pretty small and cramped — they come right into what Chloe assumes to be the living room, the couch and the TV taking up most of the space by themselves. “C’mon, my room’s this way,” Dana says, guiding Chloe through the cluttered space into a hallway. Dana holds the door to her bedroom open, letting Chloe go in first.
“Go ahead, judge me,” Dana says as she closes the door behind them and Chloe beholds Dana’s room. Directly across from the door is what appears to be an entire wall of bookshelves filled with DVDs, crowding out the little twin bed in the corner.
“Holy shit,” Chloe says, her eyes widening. “Dude…”
“I know, I know, it’s basically the one thing I spend money on,” Dana says, “But I’ve got such a nice collection now.”
“No kidding,” Chloe says, approaching the wall and tilting her head. “Are these alphabetized?”
“I know it’s a little dorky—”
“No, it rules,” Chloe clarifies, scanning the shelves. “I’m judging you as kick-ass, Dana. I’ve never heard of half of these…oh, hell yes!” She draws out the movie she’d been seeking, The Thing (which she’s wanted to see for years), and turns around to show Dana. She finds that Dana’s taken a seat on the edge of her bed, dangling her feet back and forth and staring at her lap. Chloe takes a seat beside her and hands her the movie.
Dana smiles. “Good choice. You’re gonna love it.” She sets the DVD down on her other side and takes in a deep breath. “So, um…before we start, can we actually talk about the other day?”
This isn’t quite looking like a hookup, but Chloe decides to give that possibility its best shot. “I mean…yeah, sure,” she answers, one leg jiggling involuntarily.
“I guess it’s on me to start, huh?” Dana clears her throat. “So…are you like…into girls?”
“You mean, am I gay?” It feels so weird to ask the question aloud, when she’s been turning it over in her mind for who knows how long.
Dana snorts. “Wow, straight out with it.”
“I prefer the blunt approach.”
“I know. It’s something I kinda like about you,” Dana says shyly, kicking her feet together. “But, um, so…?”
“I…think I kinda am,” Chloe admits. “I haven’t, like, told anyone yet, but…yeah.” Her throat wells up. “T-that’s okay, right?
“Yeah, totally,” Dana says quickly. “I’m actually asking because, um…well…when I pinned you, was that a little hot or was that just me?”
Goosebumps rise up Chloe’s body, and her face feels hot. “Wait, are you — are you saying —”
“I guess I just kinda wanna know, before we start the movie and stuff, if this is…a date-type thing,” Dana says, her body tensing up as if she’s afraid of Chloe’s reply.
“So you’re, um, into girls too?” Chloe asks.
“I—I think so. I like guys too, but, at least, I kind of wanna date you, so,” Dana says, shrugging and staring very hard at her shoes.
“Wh—why?”
Dana finally looks up at Chloe, blinking. “What do you mean, why?”
“I mean, if you like guys too, why — I mean, I know I’m not really, like, worth the effort if there’s another option.”
“I like you, Chloe,” Dana says, still looking confused. “Like I said, it was just like…the way…” She waves her hands vaguely in front of her.
“But wouldn’t be easier to date a guy?”
“I don’t care about that,” Dana says firmly. “I think you’re funny. And smart. And cool. And…pretty.” Chloe barely catches the last word, and it does stuff to her, a spark flaring to life in her chest. “So, I wanna try this. Do you?”
“Yeah! I mean, yeah, sure,” Chloe says, a dorky smile threatening to break out across her face. “This can, I mean, we can totally do a date-type thing here, that sounds really—”
She clamps her mouth shut as Dana lays a hand over hers on the covers between them. “It can just be a plain date, if you want,” Dana says with a smile of her own, her and Chloe finally making eye contact.
“I — yeah. I’m down.”
Dana laughs. “Cool.” She grabs the movie again. “I’ll make popcorn. Like I said, you’re really gonna love this.”
Chloe grins, her stomach fluttering. “Maybe I will.”
Chloe is so damn cute.
She alternates between oohing and aahing at the practical effects on display, and yelping and clinging to Dana every time there’s a jump scare. It feels so nice to have Chloe against her side, their arms interlocked, Dana just able to grin and count down until Chloe reacts to the next great part of this movie. It’s an old favorite for Dana, and she’s never shared it like this. It feels kind of awesome to be the one a girl cuddles when she’s scared.
As the movie fades out with the last two characters staring each other down in the blizzard, Chloe jumps up and down in her seat. “That was fucking killer!” she says, grinning at Dana. “The fucking spider-head part—”
“I know!” Dana interrupts. “And the thing with the defib—”
“Right? Holy shit.” Chloe leans back, and Dana puts an arm around her shoulders. It feels so natural. “Do you have more John Carpenter stuff? I feel like I’m always reading about him.”
“Most of it, I think,” Dana answers, shuffling a little closer, drawing her in.
She wonders if it’ll feel different to kiss a girl.
The movement of Chloe’s lips as she gushes over the scenes she loved draws her eye, and Dana finds herself losing track of what Chloe’s saying. She wants to find out. She moves ever so slightly toward her, hovering, waiting to catch her eye again. Chloe turns back to her with a “You know?” but as their eyes meet, Chloe’s smile fades into soft surprise, her lips open just a little bit…
Dana closes her eyes and does it.
Chloe lets out a cute little squeak and leans further into Dana, an arm wrapping around Dana’s waist. Dana keeps it slow, careful, but delightfully wet. Chloe downright whimpers when Dana tightens her hold on Chloe’s shoulders.
Dana pulls back just a little, her heart racing as she opens her eyes and sees Chloe’s face again. Chloe swallows, smacking her lips. “Woah,” she breathes.
“Yeah,” Dana murmurs without really thinking, pulling Chloe back in again.
Yeah.
Girls are pretty fucking cool.
Dana picks up Chloe’s legs and swings them over her lap after they kiss again, so they can be closer, and Chloe seems easy and pliant in Dana’s arms. Their kisses stay mostly shallow; Dana’s not sure of what the protocol for girl-dates is and it’s hard being the one taking the lead. But Chloe makes no complaint, no sign of desperation for more. Dana’s lost in this moment.
Until the door suddenly swings open behind them and they break apart, Dana whipping her head around to see her mother in the doorway, her brown hair a bit askew, halfway through shrugging off her coat and purse. They stare at each other for a moment and Chloe ducks her head as if to use Dana as a human shield, but then Mom snorts.
“Looks like your date’s going better than mine,” she says with a smirk, dumping her things in the kitchen chair by the door and coming up to Dana.
“I — I can explain —”
“You’re okay, honey,” Mom coos, leaning down and kissing Dana’s forehead. “I’ll get out of your hair.”
Dana and Chloe feel frozen on the couch until the door to Mom’s room closes behind her, and they turn to look at each other in fear. But as soon as they do, both of them start giggling, and Dana hugs Chloe closer.
After their giggles die down, Chloe’s still leaning against Dana, her eyes closed and a doofy smile on her face. Dana kind of wants to do more of that. “My room?” she suggests in a low voice, and Chloe stiffens up, licking her lips, before suddenly starting to dig in her jeans.
Chloe groans when she pulls her phone out. “I actually should really get back home, Mom has an early shift tomorrow and she always checks on me,” she sighs. “I — fuck, I really wanna stay, but—”
“It’s okay,” Dana promises, daring to kiss her cheek just to see her blush. “We can do this next weekend. Pick up where we left off.”
Chloe nods rapidly. “Sounds, sounds really good.”
“Awesome. Okay, let’s sneak you back home, you punk rock girl,” Dana says with a smile, booping Chloe’s nose and watching her giggle.
They’re definitely gonna do this again. Dana makes sure of it by getting Chloe’s number before they head out the door.
They stay quiet throughout their stealth mission, Dana reaching over and taking Chloe’s hand halfway through the drive. As they pull up in front of Chloe’s house, the downstairs light flicks on, and the door opens to reveal a woman in silhouette, hands on her hips. Chloe cringes once she sees.
“Fuuuck,” Chloe moans, throwing her head back against the car seat. “What am I even gonna tell her?”
“The truth,” Dana suggests. “You went on a date.”
“...you’re cool with that getting around?” Chloe asks, and in response, Dana leans over and kisses her cheek.
“Yep.”
Chloe laughs, pushing her hair back. “Okay. Hope I don’t get too busted so I can come over again,” she says, unlatching the door and stepping out.
“I’d sneak you out anyway,” Dana teases. “Come on. One more,” she adds as Chloe turns to face her, holding her hand up, leaning over the center console.
Chloe leans back into the car and gives her one last peck on the lips before she goes.
Dana’s really looking forward to next weekend.