queen of indoor kids

Well at least someone’s night was going well. It seemed that a night in with the Norths had been more… well, entertaining that Chloe’s. After all, once the Ambers had left, and Rachel had fallen asleep (which wasn’t saying much as the poor bastard was doped up to the eyeballs on painkillers, so wasn’t much conversation-wise as it stood), it had left Chloe idle with absolutely no desire to leave her to wake up alone.  

Until it had become unbearable, that is,  and she’d stumbled out of the room with both food and fresh air on the agenda.

“I’m glad all those all-night-cramming sessions finally came in handy for ‘ya. Shame there isn’t, like, a six-pack of energy drinks kickin’ around though, huh?” Chloe responded with a smirk, offering a small shrug as her hands remained stuffed into her pockets. “And everything’s… alright, I guess. I mean, Rachel’s being royally fucked by things but… she’s holdin’ in there. Believe it or not, she’s tougher than she looks.”

She knew that Steph probably meant it in a way that included both of them, but… Chloe couldn’t even answer that herself, never mind orate it out loud. But she brushed it off with a shake of her head, brow furrowed.

“How about you? Mikey? Are you both holding in there? I know you said Drew and Mr North went for food, but…”

“a six-pack of energy drinks may very well put me in cardiac arrest.” steph snorted, shaking her head. “but AT LEAST i would be at a hospital.” it was cool that chloe still had a joking manner, despite the terrible day she had. truthfully, these last couple days were terrible for many people of arcadia bay. between the wildfire and separate situations that somehow correlated together after all. perhaps that is just what happens when you’re from a small town. “i believe it. rachel is a badass, i’m just glad she’s going to be okay.” 

though steph was happy to hear news about rachel, she noticed that chloe hadn’t mentioned anything about herself. how she was doing, how she was feeling. chloe didn’t seem to be the type to open up so easily.

“oh, yeah. we’re doing just fine. mikey fell asleep awhile ago--but good news is we think he’ll get to go back home either today or tomorrow. . . my parents actually offered the open guest room to him, while mr. north is. . . figuring things out.” steph offered the other a half smile, arms crossing over her chest. 

- i’m socially exhausted - i don’t have the time right now - i don’t know how to reply - i have a bad memory and got distracted - i’m having a depressive episode and don’t have the energy to socialise

not reasons i haven’t replied back:

@gamcrsteph gets a starter!

Good lord, Chloe never thought she’d be so happy to be walking around…

After hours upon hours of sitting in that stuffy hospital room, keeping vigilant over Rachel, she’d decided to stretch her legs while the blonde was asleep; a groan immediately leaving her as she stepped out of the room and leaned up against the side of the door, head falling back to bump against the wall.

Good lord it had been… a weird couple of days…

After taking a moment to compose and ground herself, she turned her head and looked down the corridor, initially thinking wistfully about the vending machine she’d managed to scrounge a candy bar from the day before. But then her eyes locked onto the one other person in the corridor, apart from the nurses that were bustling around with various files and medications.

‘Wow… I never thought Steph would still be here… New plan– go say Hi to Steph, and then grab food.’ She thought, a soft smirk forming, along with a mental shrug as she pushed away from the wall, padding down the corridor with her hands stuffing themselves into the pockets of her jeans, braces hanging from them loosely, until she stood about four feet away, an eyebrow cocked in amusement.

“… Yo, Gingrich… It’s late… Surprised you’re still hanging around here.” Chloe greeted with a small shrug, awkwardly shifting her feet as she stood. “You been put on Sentry duty? Or are you Elamon’s ride back to Blackhell?

steph tilted her head slightly, neck cracking in the process. BAD HABIT. the hospital chairs sucked, no doubt. but there was nowhere else she would rather be. she didn’t know how this was possible, but these last few days she never felt closer to mikey and the north’s in general. the aftermath of a terrible situation has led to moments that steph will remember for the rest of her life. 

mikey fell asleep almost an hour ago, the other north’s snuck out to get a late night meal. even though steph knew that her best friend would be safe on his own for a short amount of time, she still couldn’t bring herself to run out with them. HOWEVER, she had a desperate need to stretch out her limbs. walking back and forth in the hall sounded promising, even with the annoying bright lights. some even flickering, like a horror film.

AND SO SHE WALKED, aimlessly. eyes glued to her cell phone. texting her parents with a usual update, glancing at other texts from her fellow blackwell classmates. they all told her to send mikey good vibes from them, which was something that brought a smile to her lips. steph felt someone approaching her, she glanced up to see chloe. she wasn’t surprised to know that she was still here at the hospital. 

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