I Never Thought

Chapter 3

Chloe's POV

I sunk into the soft couch in Chase's living room, grasping a large bowl of popcorn. He was scrolling through Netflix, trying to find a good movie for us to watch. The room was dim, and the only source of light was from the tv and the small rays of daylight forcing their way through the fabric of the blackout curtains which spanned all four windows on our left.

I had changed out of my sundress and into a pair of sweatpants and a Harvard hoodie that I had left here a few days before. The temperature began to drop from the sixties to fifties quickly and I was shivering by the time we pulled into his driveway. It was around one in the afternoon and the sun had disappeared behind the clouds. Lindsay, Chase's mom was doing laundry and was occasionally popping her head into the living room to ask us if we were okay and if we were hungry. We had to keep reminding her that we had brunch an hour before and that we still had leftovers.

I had always adored Lindsay; she was a beautiful and pure soul inside and out, she also wouldn't hurt a fly. Her big blue eyes were always bright and vibrant, and her blonde hair always up in a high ponytail. I felt as though her vibrant persona defied her age, one wouldn't guess that she was the mother of an eighteen and a fourteen-year-old by just looking at her. She didn't look a day over thirty, I think the fact that she was usually dressed in tracksuits and yoga pants might've also had something to do with that.

She was also the type of mom anyone would want; always ready to be your designated driver to any party, never missed a game or dance recital, always made sure you're fed, and never forced rules down your throat. She had always been an extremely down-to-earth person and always allowed her kids to make mistakes and learn from them. I knew all of this because she pretty much raised me.

"Does The Walking Dead appeal to you right now?" Chase asked, his eyes still peering on the TV.

I thought for a moment. "I honestly don't think that starting a whole series right now is a good idea, especially since recently I have been finding myself sprawled on my couch with a bag of Cheetos watching Grey's Anatomy daily."

I could sense his eye-roll without even looking at him. The mention of my favorite show always caused him to go on a rant about what he believed the 'right' number of seasons a show should have. Grey's Anatomy had over seventeen seasons and I had watched all of them at least twice. I knew how ridiculous that sounded, but I just couldn't get enough of the characters' drama. The idea of them not being able to make up their minds about their love interests enticed me, I guess. How hard could it be though? I thought. Not that I know, because I have never found myself in that situation, and I don't think I ever will.

"I can't believe you still watch that show," he muttered, just like I had predicted.

"I can't believe you are still trying to find a show to watch. Make a decision already."

"I don't see you coming up with any suggestions."

I snatched the remote from his hand which earned me a glare. I scrolled until I found a show about overgrown alligators that terrorized a town. That was the right amount of scare that I could handle at that time – not that I wouldn't be able to handle something scarier on an average day. I just wasn't interested in having to check every corner of my bedroom every five minutes that night. Maybe another time.

Surprisingly, Chase was up for the movie I chose. I was expecting him to say that it wasn't thrilling enough for him like he usually said. He never let me pick the movie when the genre was 'scary' because I chose soft movies apparently. He let his shoulders relax and sunk into the couch with a sigh.

"Better pull on your big girl panties," he teased while nudging my arm.

I swatted his arm away out of annoyance. He found so much joy in teasing me, such a jerk.