' call me crazy.

[chloe]

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This was obnoxious. Chloe had been having a rather spectacular day just being bored around her apartment. The most stressful thing for her was finding someone who was more than willing to be her roommate as she had lost her last one to college. She wouldn’t complain, though. She and her roommate hardly got along. They really weren’t the best of friends. They found each other on the bulletin board on their high school campus in Forks just before they both graduate. Both were desperate for an escape, but they didn’t really like each other. They were honestly relatively quiet when around each other. The other girl stayed in her bedroom by herself or with the occasional guy she brought over while Chloe was in the living room listening to the noise on the television while doing homework on the coffee table. They just seemed to have some sort of mutual agreement for the longest time, until said roommate neglected to pay the bills she promised she would. It wasn’t as if Chloe didn’t have enough money. All she had to was call her step father if she was that desperate and he would give it to her in a heartbeat. It was the principle. She needed help because she didn’t want to depend on her step dad. And that had been the very thing that had her upset today, sort of. Being as she hadn’t had someone to help her with money in about a month and a half, dependency on Robert had become more and more frequent. She should have known he wouldn’t be able to keep the help quite for that long. Her mom did have a drug and alcohol problem, not to mention she blew all money Robert made on needless things when it wasn’t all wasted on feeding her addiction. It was no wonder they barely had money for anything or that Robert had to hide money he did make. Sooner or later she was going to pick up on lost money.

Surely enough, she had done just that this morning. Or she had at least called Chloe bright and early that morning. She was resting so peacefully, too, not that it was new. She just naturally slept well all the time, now that she was out of the household she was forced to grow up in. She had been lying there dreaming of some pretty incredible things, when the phone rang. Normally, Chloe would have checked the ID to make sure someone she didn’t want to talk to wasn’t calling her, but she really didn’t care when she just woke up. Hello had barely escaped her mouth before the screaming again about how Chloe was nothing but a free loading bum who was fooling Robert into giving her money for materialistic things. Right, because the roof over her head and running water was so very materialistic. Shame on her for wanting to live. She just rolled her eyes and said ”Uh huh,” every once in a while to please the nagging voice on the other end of the phone. It really wouldn’t please her at all, but at least she didn’t start an argument. The last thing she heard was the slamming down of the telephone onto the receiver. Not fifteen minutes later, Robert was calling apologizing for the actions of his wife. ”She had no right to tell you that.” Of course she didn’t! Chloe could very easily get her mother arrested for some of the drugs she did that Robert never even realized. ”It’s been how many years, now?” she laughed sarcastically, ”I’ve learned to deal with her, I guess.” She really had. ”But your mother shouldn’t do that to you.” She shrugged her shoulders as if he would see her do it. She had really decided she didn’t care about what happened anymore. She was out of the house, right? She wasn’t surrounded by that environment anymore and that was all she could ask for.

Chloe eventually forced Robert to just stop apologizing and wished him a good day before ultimately deciding on turning off her cell phone and leaving the apartment so that she didn’t have to hear the other phone ring all day. As she had just woken up, though, she decided that maybe she should take a shower first. That really never took long for her. She wasn’t into spending hours under a running faucet. Of course when she was six years old her mother almost let her drown. Of course, then it wasn’t because she was so wasted that she couldn’t function. Then she hadn’t realized that Chloe had wandered off into the ocean just a little too far. Oh how time had changed. She wished so desperately that she could go back to the time when her mother actually cared about her and how she felt. Unfortunately, that was no longer possible and she so wasn’t going to waste her time on any of it. Chloe’s choice in clothing today was a pair of skinny jeans and a long sleeved shirt, made of thin fabric, to go with a pair of black boots she often liked to wear. No time was wasted in getting dressed. It was make-up and hair that took so much of her time and concentration. She had just the way to do the make-up around her eyes and her hair was usually teased about a mile high. When that was finally done, Chloe grabbed her bag and keys and left. She was never one to leave the house without a plan. But today was very spur of the moment. Several hours of driving around the surrounding city of Forks and she still wasn’t sure what she was out for or what she was about to do. Now, the sun was starting to go down on a beautiful day and the most she had done was spent most of her time in a café in Seattle. What a waste of a perfectly good day, but at least she wasn’t at home where the nagging phone calls could start. She was afraid to turn on her phone and see the number of missed calls and she didn’t want to listen to her answering machine. That was motivation enough to get her out of the café and onto finding a new spot to blow the rest of the night until she had no choice but to go home.

For a while Chloe drove around looking for a place to just stop. She had some how ended up on the wrong street. A girl like her was not likely to be caught in this part of town at all. Ok, theoretically, she could have just driven right through the crowd of people gathering to go to a party to do everything that was the bane of her existence, all the things that made her miserable, but her curiosity took over in ways she wasn’t sure she could quite explain. Actually, she could explain it. She had friends that were involved in the whole party scene. She was always curious if this was one of the places they went. For a few moments she stared out her car window until curiosity became too much for her to handle. She was out of her car in no time and walking up the steps of the house. Inside was crazy and she was instantly suffocated by the smells of alcohol and all sorts of things people were smoking around the place. She jumped slightly when she felt someone grab her ass. She should have stayed outside in her car and driven away, but she just couldn’t do anything that simple. She found herself roaming around her house almost being tackled by several drunk guys. She finally found a place on top of the kitchen counter to sit where she could hide away and just sort of watch. More specifically, she was watching the couple on the other side of the room make out. She tilted her head slightly. No matter how disgusted she became with the two of them shoving their tongues down each other’s throats, she couldn’t look away. She was wondering whether or not the two honestly knew each other or if they had met no more than an hour ago when they both, presumably, arrived sober. If that were the case, the girl probably thought he was disgusting while the guy was trying to prove to his friends that he could lay one of the best looking girls there. She was banking her money on that. Boy wouldn’t that chick be surprised when she woke up to that guy in the morning.

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[jersey]

I'M NOT COMING HOME TONIGHT

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It was nothing new for Jersey to wake up with his face plastered to the linoleum floor of some random bathroom with a pounding headache and the smell of vomit nearby. Jersey lay there for a few moments. He brought air into his lungs trying to clear his mind, but he knew that popping pills would be the only true solution to that problem. His hazel eyes opened slowly as he examined his surroundings. Yes, that was definitely the floor of his bathroom. What tended to confuse the boy in such a hung-over state was when he ended up on the floor of his very own bathroom. For many people, that wouldn't be so odd. But this was Jersey, after all. He hardly ever spent the night at his own house, nor did he vomit in his toilet and pass out on his floor. Normally, all of that work was done at whatever shindig Jersey had attended the night before. So how the hell did Jersey end up in his own house? After a good ten minutes, Jersey finally managed to gather the strength to get up off the floor. As Jersey lifted himself up, he felt a peeling feeling – he was wearing nothing but boxers. His eyebrows furrowed, though waking up half naked wasn't really new either. Jersey lifted himself up and leaned against the sink, looking into the mirror hanging in front of him. His black hair was a downright mess, his eyes were bloodshot. Pot had obviously been involved. Jersey turned the water on, splashing some into his face before pulling out his toothbrush and ADA approved toothpaste. As much as Jersey loved the taste of liquor and pot and tobacco, he loved clean teeth. That was just a little quirk of his, and it definitely paid off. The boy prided himself in his appearance. Perfect hair, perfect teeth, perfect eyes, perfect Jersey. It just all worked out for itself. Spitting out the last of his toothpaste, Jersey put his toothbrush back in its holder. Ruffling a hand through his hair, Jersey flipped the light off and exited the bathroom.

Looking about his apartment, Jersey was rather pleased that it wasn't trashed. Jersey definitely loved going to parties and trashing houses, but when it came to his own place, that was a completely different story. He liked living in a clean house. He liked knowing where everything was and being able to find it exactly when it needed it. He liked having nice furniture and not having to worry about nasty bugs roaming around. You could say that Jersey was a bit OCD, but that was exaggerating every so slightly. Jersey just didn't want his house smelling like shit. No, he much preferred the smell of pot. Jersey made his way into the kitchen. Walking over the cabinet, he grabbed a plastic cup and a bottle of Ibuprofen. Pouring three little pills into his hand, Jersey popped them into his mouth, chasing them down with a swig of water. Jersey hoped that they'd do their work quickly. It wasn't as though Jersey wasn't used to the hangover, he just preferred not to deal with it. Hangovers tended to slow down the progress of partying, and Jersey had every intention to head out to Seattle later that night. Jersey poured the remaining water down the sink and left the cup on the counter. Eh, he'd deal with it later. A shower sounded awesome right about now. Jersey began to head down the hallway, though paused when he heard a little bit of commotion coming from his bedroom. A girl stumbled out just a few seconds later, heels in hand, her clothes thrown on haphazardly. She pushed her blonde hair from her face and flashed a smile at Jersey. "I should be going, Jersey," she said, approaching him and leaning herself against Jersey's heavily inked chest. "We'll have to do this again sometime, okay?" She leaned up and kissed him. Who was Jersey to deny that? He kissed back up until the moment she pulled away and headed for the door. "Cheers," Jersey smirked, watching as the door closed behind her.

So, that would definitely explain waking up in only his boxers. Jersey had no idea who the hell the girl was, but was rather disappointed he didn't remember what had happened that night. Of course, Jersey had no intention of running out to find the girl again. No, Jersey didn't chase after girls. They chased after him, and if they were lucky enough to convince him or lucky enough to find him totally shitfaced, they could have him. Jersey had never been the kind of guy to stick with just one girl. Where was the fun in that? He got bored so easily. Having something new every night kept life worth living. Jersey decided it was about time to jump in the shower and clean off. Of course, it was at that time that he discovered the source of the smell. Leave it to Jersey to mix up the toilet for the shower. He spent a good fifteen minutes cleaning out the shower before he could actually use it to clean himself. Jersey took a hot shower, though it didn't last very long. He was a male after all. Jersey ruffled his hair with the towel, drying it off slightly before allowing it to fall into its naturally beautiful mop over his head. Jersey loved the fact that he had been blessed with incredible hair. He often joked that it was the only reason people liked him. Jersey pulled on a pair of dark-washed skinny jeans over his boxers, accompanying that with a white v-neck. Knowing it was much too early to head out, Jersey made his way into the kitchen. He dug through the fridge, finding some left over pizza that could hold him over for the evening. Without bothering so much as to heat it up, Jersey ate a good five slices, polishing off the leftovers. Damnit, he'd have to go shopping soon. Oh, well. That could wait.

On his way out the door, Jersey stepped into a pair of Nikes and pushed his arms through a gray zip-up hoodie. Grabbing his Sidekick and car keys, Jersey locked the door behind him. Jersey was well versed in where to good for all the good parties. He may not have been in town – or the country – for long, but it didn't take Jersey long to scope out hot spots. In retrospect, Jersey had always thought it was weird for him to have ended up in such a small town like Forks. He'd spent a lot of his time in London. Forks was basically the complete opposite of everything Jersey was used to. Jersey blamed his settling in Forks on the mere fact that he was completely broke. All Jersey had was the money left over from the band he'd played in back in England. Forks had some cheap apartments and Jersey couldn't pass them up. By the time Jersey arrived, he wasn't surprised the party had started. He never did come to parties when they started out – he preferred going to parties that were for sure going to be successful. The very second Jersey walked into the house, a plastic cup was shoved in right hand. With his left, Jersey pulled a blunt from his pocket and lit up. Why waste time? He walked about, socializing with various familiar faces and chatting it up with girls he'd yet to take home. Jersey was never one for seconds. Jersey was well on his way to getting drunk when he noticed a rather small, beautiful girl walk into the house. He watched as she roamed about a bit, finally making her way into the kitchen. Excusing himself from the blonde that he'd been occupied with, Jersey nonchalantly made his way to the kitchen. He tossed his nearly dead blunt to the ground and smashed it slightly with his foot. Yes, Jersey loved to smoke, but it would be rude to blow smoke in the girl's face. Jersey walked over, leaning on the counter beside her. He took a drink, looking at the couple she was so intently staring at. "I reckon he's taken, love," he said, tilting his head. "Maybe you should scout out what other talent there is around." Jersey looked over at her, a crooked smile on his face. "I'm Jersey."

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[chloe]

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The party scene just wasn’t the kind of thing Chloe had ever gotten into. Then again, it was mostly because her mother was into it. Wait. Didn’t all the statistics say that she would more than likely be involved in all of that considering it’s what she grew up with? Nope, not her! She would not be a statistic. She looked around the room, what she could see. How many of those people were part of that theory? Then again, a lot had probably be subject to peer pressure. That had been her mother. Chloe was never really proud to admit the person that her mother was, mostly because she relapsed. She had, at one point, been incredibly proud of her mother. Having a baby cleaned up that woman’s act really quick. It only lasted for so long, though. By the time, she had found someone to marry and settled into a way of life in Forks, she was off acting like a teenager again. The events were simple. She had met some ladies that she had grown fairly close to. They seemed innocent enough at first. They invited her over for some sort of wine tasting parties more often than they should have. Slowly they began to take her out to clubs and whatnot. Before anyone could notice it, she was lying to everyone. The lies started off simply. She never uttered the truth about where she was going on those late nights, just that she would be back at a certain time. For months, she always came back when she said she would. Then she started coming home later and later. Eventually, she stopped telling anyone where she was going or who she was with or what she was doing. She didn’t even bother to lie about it. Some nights she was just dropped on the front porch and left there. Other days they found her in her car. Once, she had been escorted home by the police.

Chloe was very young when everything started to happen with her mother. It wasn’t so much obvious to her at first, not until she caught her step father’s habits. He would stay up late at night, lose patience with his wife, and take extremely careful care of Chloe considering her mother was in no way present in her life, nor was she very capable when she was around. Chloe grew to have very little dependency upon people. It just that she didn’t really have that sort of caring, loving relationship with people, most importantly, her mother. But she didn’t not care for people. She instantly jumped at the chance to help someone. Of course, she had to at least know the person well enough to care that they were hurt. Well, in some cases. If someone had a heart attack or spontaneously bled in her presence, she may call 911, but past that there wasn’t a lot she would or could do. She didn’t stay in contact with people because she want them to feel as if they owed her anything. Perhaps that was why her last roommate left. She didn’t do much for her. Chloe just took care of herself and forgot about said roommate. There again, she didn’t give a damn about the girl. She was just a girl that happened to be there, almost in the way. Honestly, she enjoyed living alone, but she couldn’t afford to live alone. DAMNIT! Why couldn’t she just live on her own with no worries about money? Why couldn’t anyone do that really? Unfortunately, she needed someone to live with. Her goal tomorrow would be to put up roommate wanted signs all over Forks, Washington, in a desperate attempt to fins someone to share her apartment with. Robert could only help her for so long before it began to put a strain on him. She could either get another job, or get a roommate. As she was planning on attending college and getting said education with a ton of student loans, she couldn’t do it on her own at all, no matter how much she wanted her independence. That was clearly out of the question.

However, no matter how much this was on her mind, Chloe was hardly concerned with the idea. Right now she was quite intrigued by the current scene she was observing. It was most interesting the way people clung to each other like that and how very easily they just fell in love. Two days after they had started some sort of relationship they all muttered those three infamous words and began a very intense, deep relationship all to have it lead to an engagement two months later to end in a break up six months before the date they had intended to get married on. She knew them well. They got someone drunk to get them interested. How well did that work in the end? Not at all. Then there were the people who just liked sleeping around and didn’t care who with. Each day or every party they went to, there was a new someone under their sheets. They only had to hope that maybe they didn’t hook up with some annoying clingy person that wanted nothing more than to stalk them and fall in love. Even Chloe had to say that that thought made her sick. She didn’t like the idea of relationships simply because she didn’t want to have to give her all just to receive nothing. However, she wasn’t going to sleep around with every guy she saw at a party, even the one who was now walking his way toward her. She caught him out of the side of her eye as he threw down the remainder of what she assumed to be some blunt. She figured she was pretty correct judging by the aroma he carried with him as he made his way to her. Did that actually smell half way good to her? No, what was she thinking? Of course it didn’t. It was just interesting that was all. And maybe she was just caught up with the fact that someone actually came towards her.

Chloe sat there acting like absolutely nothing had phased her because, in fact, aside from the fragrance he wore, nothing did phase her. She wasn’t the type of person to swoon over some guy, no matter what he looked like, good or bad. This guy was attractive, what she had seen of him, but she wasn’t going to get all crazy. She knew how to keep her composure. Though, even Chloe had to admit that it was hard to not swoon when he spoke, simply because of how beautifully his words were laced with a British accent. Even still she remained calm. ”Well, damn! I was hoping he could be the one,” she retorted somewhat sarcastically. She meant it as sarcasm, but she didn’t really want it to sound all too much that way. Of course, by the way she shook her overly teased hair, it was quite obvious that she didn’t mean a word she had said. That was just her typical manner. But eventually, her lips formed into a smile. ”Do you think you could help me find someone with talent.” She surely didn’t mean that. Boys were not why she had stepped in that place. She was there to entertain herself, something she was sure would happen by simply watching as people drank. Alcohol made people do stupid things or very interesting things, depending on which side you were on, the victim or the viewer. For the victim, it was a most embarrassing thing to do and would probably be looked at as stupid. For the viewer, it would be the one thing they got laughs out of for the next two weeks. Jersey, that was the name of the guy who had decided she was worth while to talk to. Boy, he really didn’t know her all that much did he? It wasn’t like she was rude. She just wasn’t drunk, high, or interested, assuming he wanted her to be any of those things. No, she was a very friendly person. He didn’t know any of those things, though. He would just have to figure them out. ”Jersey,” she repeated it to see how it sounded in her own voice and not his, ”That’s a very interesting name.” For the first time, she looked over at him and smiled. ”I’m Chloe. It‘s not as interesting as yours is it?”

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[jersey]

I'M NOT COMING HOME TONIGHT

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IS THERE HOPE FOR US?

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On several occasions, people had asked Jersey what they would assume to be a simple question. But Jersey could never seem to answer it truthfully, usually making up some kind of bullshit answer. The question: "Why do you like to party so much?" The first time Jersey had ever been asked, he laughed, thinking the person was joking around with him. What kind of question was that? How was someone supposed to answer that? The answer just seemed so obvious, didn't it? Jersey had answered like any sarcastic Brit would have; "Who wouldn't like to party this much?" The group around Jersey had found the answer rather amusing, but the question ended up bothering Jersey a bit. He didn't really think about the question for days after it was asked, mainly because he was too shitfaced to think straight. But when Jersey found himself sitting on the couch in his apartment, smoking a blunt and watching that '70s Show, the question came back to him. In his mind, Jersey couldn't accept the fact that he partied simply because he enjoyed it, though it would be a lie to say Jersey didn't. While Jersey didn't outwardly show it, he was a rather deep creature. What with living on his own, he had a lot of time to himself and when the rare occasion came about that he was sober, Jersey did a hell of a lot of thinking. Sure, smoking pot didn't really make Jersey in the right frame of mind to think – he was rather delusional. But Jersey could decipher well enough that the question at hand bothered him. He started thinking about the main reasons he went out to party – the girls, the liquor, the drugs, the people. Wasn't that why everyone partied? Jersey found himself annoyed. He wasn't different from everyone else that went to party. Sure, Jersey took things to extremes sometimes. He partied too much, too long, too hard. But that was no reason to point Jersey out. It seemed unfair.

Okay, sure Jersey knew that he was a bit more obscene than those that he partied with. There were kids that liked playing drinking games with Jersey or hot boxing a room from time to time, but Jersey soon came to find that those kids knew when it was time to stop. Jersey hadn't quite gotten a grasp on when enough was enough. He didn't tip-toe around the edge; Jersey wasn't afraid to dive right on in. It wasn't surprising when he woke up in an unfamiliar house next to an unfamiliar girl. He liked that thrill of not knowing what was going to happen to him. He enjoyed living it up with people that he would most likely never meet again. Jersey felt free in the environment he'd placed himself in. He didn't have to worry about getting attached to anyone or anyone getting attached to him. Jersey only had to take care of himself and that wasn't too hard to do. He could party like it was summer all the time. It wouldn't affect anyone but Jersey, and he had yet to find any negative aspects to his partying. He didn't mind not remembering large portions of his life. None of that bothered Jersey. So why did someone have the nerve to ask Jersey what was up with his lifestyle? If Jersey wanted to go out and party to the point of blacking out, that was his choice. It didn't matter the reasoning behind his choice. It didn't matter that Jersey hated sitting around his house like a lame duck. It didn't matter that being home alone bored the shit out of him, especially when there was no one around to talk to. Sure, Jersey knew a hell of a lot of people. The contact list in his phone was packed with people he'd met in the states and back home in England. But that didn't assure Jersey wouldn't get lonely from time to time. Nothing a good party couldn't fix, though.

Thus the reason Jersey found himself at a party tonight, striking up conversation with the girl that had caught his attention. This girl wasn't necessarily the type Jersey normally went after. In fact, she was the complete opposite. Jersey liked blondes, natural or not, with big breasts, nothing between the ears, and a red plastic cup already in their hands. That tended to make Jersey's night flow a lot easier. However, this girl seemed too perfect to pass up. He was attracted by her dark, teased hair and the bright blue of her eyes and the small size of her frame. There wasn't a drink in her hand, nor the smell of alcohol or smoke on her breath or skin. She was a classy kind of girl. While Jersey certainly knew girls like her were much more difficult to get with, he enjoyed that rare treasure against his normal trash. That meant that Jersey had to work harder at making the girl trust him and get comfortable around him. He couldn't dive right in, but rather start out with a bit of playful flirting. "Sorry to disappoint," Jersey smirked, definitely appreciating her sarcasm. Most Americans had a hard time appreciating his British sense of humor, which was coated in sarcasm and irony. "Lucky for you, mate, I'm the bees knees in determining character." He looked around the room, scoping out males nearby to entertain her. "Well, that bloke over there is completely arseholed," Jersey said, pointing out a guy who seemed to be chatting up a plant. "Brilliant to take advantage of." He looked around a bit more before focusing on an older looking guy, roughly in his mid to late twenties, talking with the guy manning the stereo. "This one just got out of Uni, I bet. Though, he seems to be a bit of a Nancy boy." Jersey shrugged and looked over to the girl. "Not many options. I'm free for the night, though," he smirked, pulling his gaze away and putting his cup to his lips.

As aloof as this girl may have wanted to act, Jersey knew there was an attraction. He prided himself in being able to read people easily. Especially those of the opposite sex. Jersey had been around enough females to know when they were attracted to him. A good amount of girls tended to throw themselves at him, making their attraction obvious. What Jersey enjoyed more were the girls who played hard to get. He loved when girls used their eyes and body language to flirt, rather than their hands or words. Jersey liked playful teases, but he just didn't find that as sexually appealing. While Jersey had a feeling that was exactly how this girl would act around him, he couldn't ignore the fact that she was simply just a friendly girl. She would flirt out of politeness and most likely wouldn't give it up to Jersey anytime soon. Of course, that didn't put Jersey off at all. He liked a challenge every now and then, and she seemed totally worth it. "You can thank dear old mum for thinking of that one while she was cocked up on morphine," Jersey told her with a light grin. The truth of the matter was that Jersey really had no idea where he had gotten his name. Having been raised in orphanages and foster homes, Jersey had never met his parents or anyone in his family before in his life. For all Jersey knew, he could have been named after a famous military leader or was the heir of the throne of England. Jersey didn't really believe the latter, but it was a cool thought nonetheless. Jersey looked back at the girl, and found himself seriously appreciating that pretty little smile of hers. Jersey smirked. She made it so easy for him to mess with her. He shook his head. "No, it really isn't," Jersey agreed with her, keeping a straight face for a good ten seconds before a grin spread across his lips. "So, what brings you here? Obviously not looking to join up in this mating ritual." He grinned, tilting his head towards the mass amount of kids grinding in the living room.

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[chloe]

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Looking around, Chloe came to the ultimate conclusion that this was something she would never get into. She didn’t care if everyone told her to never say never. She was NEVER going to get like any of the people at that part. Why? Well, that would mean she was like her mother. She never wanted to be like that woman for the way she had treated her daughter. No one should have ever gone through the neglect that Chloe had when she was younger and even until now. She had never really confessed how much it had hurt her. Fro the first few years of her life, she was nothing but the light her mother saw every day. The two were close and Chloe was the reason she fought so hard to remain sober. They were best friends, sort of like the Gilmore Girls. Had things remained the way they had been Chloe and Michelle would be a real life Lorelei and Rory. For instance, Michelle didn’t like her parents all that much, mostly due to the fact that they had abandoned her when she discovered she was pregnant. They gave her no support whatsoever and she was forced to find a new family to call her own and help her through all the tough times, much like Lorelei found the entire town of Stars Hollow to call her family and home. Chloe was raised with a lot of love for her mom. Michelle spent the time trying to tend to her daughter’s needs. And at night, before they went to sleep, they’d sit in the floor, Chloe in her mother’s lap, and watch television while Michelle brushed Chloe’s dark hair. Even then it was the dark black color it is today. Then at night, she would lay her daughter in bed and read or make up stories to make her giggle, then kiss her on the forehead and wish her a goodnight. She was sure had it stayed that way, the two would be inseparable today and not hide one thing from each other. They would be the most unstoppable mother/daughter duo this world ever had seen make a scene.

What had happened, though? What changed this happy family of two? Robert had been what changed the perfect relationship. Chloe didn’t really blame him for screwing up their relationship. If anything, he was an amazing person with the biggest heart. Michelle just concentrated on having his children love her. As horrible and unfair as that was to Chloe, she really wasn’t complaining. She was eighteen and on her own now. Forget those people that had hurt her most of her life. They were no longer an important part of her life. Yes, her mother was not an important entity in her life. Chances were, none of these people would be important either. She would be just another face in the crowd. Did that bother her? Hell no! She didn’t want to be mixed in with this crowd. She almost laughed as she pictured herself walking around with one of those cups or a blunt in her hand. Now, she wasn’t putting down anyone who did live that lifestyle. That was their business. If they wanted to be high or shit faced then who was she to stop them. It wasn’t her life to lead. She hated people who tried to preach what was right and wrong for someone to do. Yes, morally, it probably wasn’t the best thing to party like these people, but who were those people to force anyone to do those things? She didn’t understand why things like meth were illegal either. Hey, if a person wanted to waste their own life away by smoking, shooting, snorting, whatever people did with all of those things, then they were the morons. This world was over populated anyway. Why would anyone want to stop from getting rid of people on the earth? That sounded really rude, but she wasn’t a murderer either. She didn’t believe in that. No that was pretty stupid to take someone’s life.

Chloe was slightly confused by Jersey. She somehow had the feeling that she wasn’t exactly what he would consider his type. She wouldn’t peg herself that way. After all, she didn’t have a cup full of something alcoholic in her hand. Well, that was mean, she was making a judgment of him that wasn’t completely necessary. She didn’t know him at all, and he didn’t know her. Hey, if he was willing to get to know this killer of a good time at parties, then she was willing to talk to him. ”Well, it’s not your fault us girls day dream of guys that are unavailable.” Wasn’t that the truth? Girls obsessed over relationships and boys like it was the end of the world. They should just be happy they were alive. Chloe could safely say she never found a guy she was that way about. She was pretty normal when it came to guys. Most she had started out with friends with, worked her way into a relationship, then broke up always on good terms. She didn’t have an ex she hated up to this point. ”Are you now?” Chloe nodded as Jersey pointed at some random guy who seemed to be talking to a plant. ”An arsehole? Are you sure he just isn’t a dumb as? Who talks to plants?” She couldn’t say inanimate objects. They lived and breathed and grew. They were at least somewhat animate. Then she looked at the older guy he pointed out. She shook her head at that one, and meant it really. He seemed some what frightening to her. ”I’ll pass on him,” Chloe replied as she tapped her lips with her index finger. ”I don’t want someone who’s going to live with his mom until he gets married.” She sighed as if she was disappointed in her options. Why stop playing along now? It would ruin all the fun. ”Are you?” she questioned, raising an eyebrow, ”Isn’t it my lucky night.” Now, she didn’t completely mean that as sarcastically as she had other things. He may have been drinking now and had smoked earlier, but at least he was someone to talk to.

Chloe’s smartest move in this world, and maybe one day she would realize it, was in speaking to Jersey. For some reason he just didn’t seem right for her in a “bad for your health” sort of way. All the sirens were going off in her head indicating that it would be in her best interest to take that cup he had in his hand, pour it over his head, and walk away from this party while she could safely say she was not intoxicated. However, she found some sort of interest in this conversation. She had high hopes for where it would go. It would entertain her if nothing else and she needed something to keep the problems off her mind, not that they were bad. She simply found them annoying. She was an adult! Give her freedom people! ”Oh, so, a drug named you, essentially?” Chloe kept a straight face for a while before she smiled and laughed lightly. She couldn’t mean that seriously. No, it was a horrible thing to mean that as seriously as some people probably would have. She wasn’t a mean person. Somewhere in there, Chloe had a heart. It just didn’t show too much for the fear of growing some sort of attachment to people that was highly unneeded. After all, she was out to prove that she didn’t need anyone to succeed. That was proving to fail, but she didn’t want to think about it. Funny how just a little bit of alcohol seemed so appealing right then, anything to get rid of the thoughts. No, she needed to stop that right now. ”Awe! You could have lied and said it was a spectacular name,” she joked. In all honesty, Chloe had the feeling her mother just flipped to a random page in a baby naming book and saw it. ”This really isn’t my sort of thing,” she laughed even if she was telling the truth. The party life wasn’t her thing at all. ”I’m just kind of here out of boredom and such. I had nothing better to do than waste my time here.” Chloe shrugged. ”I’m guessing this is you’re sort of thing, though, right?” That may have come out bad. She meant it more questioningly.

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