WARNINGS:unrequited love, longing, no use of y/n, jealousy
GENRE:angst
SONG INSPIRATION:lacy by olivia rodrigo
WORD COUNT: 447
REQUESTED:yes
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it wasn't a lie that you and chloe were close.
your parents knew it and so did your friends, you hung out everyday if not then every other day. the weekend sleepovers you'd often spend cuddled up watching action movies and occasionally romcoms, of course not without chloe's dramatic complaints but she never fails to cave in when it comes to you.
the two of you were regulars at the two whales diner. joyce loved you, she also appreciated the way you treated her daughter, how could she ever complain about you. well not until she has to kick you both out for being 'too loud', which then lands the two of you up near the lighthouse, on the bench, her head in your lap as you brush your fingers through her dyed hair.
you knew you had fallen for her, as much as chloe liked to think, it wasn't difficult to fall in love with her. not with the way she would hold you, the way she'd make you feel, in the way where you'd come a little too close where you nearly ended up kissing each other.
as much as you loved her, you couldn't have her, not in the way you wanted to. as much as you wanted to keep your feelings a secret it was becoming increasingly difficult in doing so.
the sleepovers, the hangouts, the once chaotic friendship had started to take a slow but noticeable decline once you had dove in head first with school work to try and take your mind off of her, that's how you found yourself doing a project with victoria chase. it had you spending a lot more time with her, a lot less time without chloe.
the pain started off as a slight ache in chloe's chest, something that she could brush off and try to distract herself with something else, but no matter how hard she tried to ignore the growing pit in her stomach, no matter what she did you'd be everywhere.
you with your shared playlists, with the pillow that still smelled like you, the rain where you once danced in it, the hair ties scattered on her bedroom floor, in the most mundane ways you were there with her, but were you really?
she wasn't proud of it, but all of the not knowing led for her to stalk your instagram posts, just seeing how close victoria was to you made her skin scrawl.
it was the same sort of closeness that the two of you used to have. the girl you both once loathed together was the one that you were now closest to? she couldn't have it,
