<strong>NAME:</strong>Chloe  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236818#msg13236818)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Black hoodie, black jeans, black and white snickers<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday | June 9th, 2017<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Old Lady Margaery's House<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Before and after arrival<br/><strong> TAGGING:</strong>Sarah<br/><strong> MENTIONING:</strong>Phillip, Zoe, Naomi<br/><br/><em>“Alright, Chloe, pull yourself together. You’ve seen him a gazillion times before, you even saw him bathe…yes, at 5, but doesn’t matter, same guy…you can do this. Today isn’t any different. Don’t get all awkward on him now.” </em><br/><br/>Except that by the time she arrived at his place, Phillip was already gone to the party and probably regretting not taking her advice in pumping some gas in that old Renault of his.<br/>Something happened during the last month of school just before the graduation. Chloe and Phillip had been friends for over a decade, always close, always together, they even made out a couple of times without anything actually changing between them and now she felt like she was going nuts for some reason whenever she was around him. Heck, even when he wasn’t around, just thinking about him made her feel restless and jubilant at the same time, as if she was high on something. Not something, someone. She was undeniably high on Phillip and her thoughts were practically intoxicated with him.<br/><br/>The girl supposed it had something to do with hormones or her being in denial of her true feelings for him for so long or both. It hadn’t occurred to her that these just might be their last months together, now that she was going away to the big city for Art School and this meant she might have to move because she didn’t own a car and commuting was a real bitch. The realization was somewhere lurking in her subconscious, threatening to surface at the worst of times, perhaps when it'll be already too late to do anything and she just might end up with a complete sense of loss and a vast amount of regret.<br/><br/>Seeing him casually talking to Benny or Aaron, common friends, ticked her off beyond explanation and any time he wasn’t with her was a dreaded, cursed and stupid waste of what life had to give.  Any time she was around him was even worse, Chloe suddenly didn’t know how to act, what to say, what to talk about. She mostly sulked or sighed or was in any other way in a bad mood and this when she wasn’t blatantly angered or annoyed with everyone and everything. Like she was on PMS all the time. As for Phillip, he didn’t seem that much changed to her or that he acted in any way different than before. This also bothered her to no extent and without having a proper reasoning behind it. She just knew that everything about him irked her: he was either too generous, or too friendly, or not talkative enough, or paid her too much attention – in the wrong way, or not enough. It didn’t help that she couldn’t quite place her finger on it herself, she didn’t know why she was acting the way she was and why she was having these mixed feelings.  To her, Phillip had always been…Phillip, except for the day when he wasn’t anymore, but someone else, a Phillip she knew like the back of her hand and yet, different.<br/><br/>Today wasn’t any different, she reminded herself, convinced herself of it when she approached his house that evening, aiming to ask him if he wanted to hang out at her place instead of going to the party. They could play on her PS4 (not actually hers, but cousin Jimmy didn’t need it anyway now with the second child on the way and she was certain Anabelle was grateful for her keeping it) or talk about the next concert they’ll be going to or …it didn’t even matter what they would do as long as they were alone and comfortable without any of the loud weirdos (Aaron and Benny included) around all the time. Then perhaps much later in the night, they could attend the party at Old Marge, is not like the fun started before midnight or anything.<br/><br/>However, for Phillip it had and Chloe didn’t arrive too late behind him, in fact it was just after a few minutes, just in time to catch him make googly eyes at Zoe. It was bad enough that Naomi was there, entertaining everyone with her band, no shit, her music was great but did she honestly had to cling to Phillip like that every time they saw each other? Any girl getting too friendly with him was asking for a stabbin’ ...well, at least from Chloe’s piercing gaze.  She was ready to storm the hell right in and give Zoe a piece of her mind when she noticed Sarah taking a long drag off her cigarette, looking all goth and fabulous and lonely. Sarah, the only one Chloe ever ventured to talk to about her insecurities, things she couldn’t confess even to Phillip, mostly because...well, he wasn’t a girl. Ironic that off all people, Chloe chose Sarah for the “girly” things, but she was really someone she could spill her heart out to when things got so bad she couldn’t contain them within.  The stabbin’ could wait...<br/><br/>“Looking at you pretty much answers my question of how this party is going.” She said coming close to Sarah just as she was sipping from her drink. “I bet it didn’t start long ago, judging by the number of ...guests. Or is this all of us?” She looked around only to spot Zoe moving towards Jonas, leaving Phillip alone for a while.<em>Good.</em>Her brain instantly sparked.<br/><br/>