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Clonath Scene

Suave Nath: *Being Suave*

Chloé: ARE YOU HAVING A GOOD TIME?!? : )

Me: Babee why are you doing the most just to ask Nath if he's okay... It's not like you like him, or do you? 😌😏

What She Wants

Ok so I've owed @krzed some chlonath for the longest time but I have been so busy and I've had the worst case of writer’s block. But here it is! I’m still not 100% proud of it but it is honestly better than what I have been trying to write these past few months.

Why?

The question had been at the forefront of Chloé’s mind for the last few months and she couldn’t think of any possible answers.  Why couldn’t she focus on anything for more than 10 seconds? Why couldn’t she stop thinking about her mother? And why would her thoughts keep shifting to Adrien and his stupid annoying little artist friend with his obnoxious red hair and kind turquoise eyes and his thin lips…

It was frustrating. She was frustrated. She couldn’t take this. These memories… The last time she had thought about her mother was ages ago when she was  briefly reminded about her walking out on herself and her father all those years ago. She hadn’t thought about Madame Bourgeois in over 10 years, and yet in the past few months she had found herself being taken back to a time when Mme. Bourgeois would brush her hair when she had been a little mean, and tell her that she shouldn’t let her actions define her. She was brought back to a time where Mme. Bourgeois would reassure her that she was loved even though most of her classmates couldn’t stand the very ground she walked on. She was brought back to a time when someone actually saw light I the darkness, when someone actually believed in her.

The memories were warm, but she couldn’t help but feel upset. How dare she be reminded of her mother? How dare she be reminded by her mother by him of all persons? Chloé found the situation utterly ridiculous. Of course she had called the one person she could trust with her mommy issues- Adrien. She wouldn’t even lie and said that he had helped her even the tiniest bit. “This is serious Adrikins. I keep thinking about him, which reminds me of her who reminds me of him… again!”

“Isn’t it obvious Chlo,” he laughed through the phone, “You like him. Just tell him already.”

“What the fuck Adrien? I’m trying to be serious here!” She couldn’t believe him, he was being absurd. “I’m just saying. But it’s pretty obvious. And don’t pretend to be so repulsed about the idea of liking Nathanaël.”

She had slammed the phone down on the table before remembering that it wasn’t a landline. Poor screen was cracked beyond repair. It wouldn’t even respond at all. Could anything else go wrong today? A rapid knock on the door followed by “May I come in?” She couldn’t say no. She was in his work space after all. He was being nice to ask. Of course he had to be nice. Of course he had to make her think twice before telling him to fuck off until she was ready to move. Of course every time it slipped and she said or did something he had to brush it off like she didn’t just offend him. Of course she had to feel guilty and of course he had to be a smooth shit about it, reassuring her, telling her “It’s not your fault Chloé, you were probably having a bad day.” 

What she hated was when he gently reprimanded her for her wrong actions. Who did he think he was? She was sick of it. She was sick of him. Who did he think he was? Calling her out for her bullshit but still not letting her feel like shit when he was done. Who did he think he was making her want things? She hates him.

“Come inside.”

She hates Adrien too. How dare he suggest that she liked Nathan? Absurd!

“Hey Chloé, I finally found the subjects for the final piece for the hotel lobby. It took while but I-“ He finally looked up from his phone and found that his temporary boss was staring daggers not so subtly at him. “Hey are you alright? I can leave right now if you want me to.”

“Shut up okay? What do you know about what I want?” 

Nath was a little more than shocked, and a little shocked. “Are you okay Chloé? Do you want me to get Sabrina or Adrien or-“

“Shut up, okay? I’m sick of you and your being kind and considering and understanding, alright? I’m sick of you caring and asking about my well being. I’m sick of you reminding me of the best few years of my life over and over again. I’m sick of it.” He had no idea where this outburst was coming from, and gosh, he wished knew that at least, since he had no idea where it was going. “Chlo-“

“I’m not done, shut up! And while we’re still on topic, what makes you think you know what I want? You want to know what I really want? I want to apologize for bullying you basically your entire life, okay?  I wanna like hold your stupid fucking hand and kiss your stupid fucking lips okay? I wanna lean against your stupid fucking shoulder and cuddle UP WITH YOU UNDER THE STUPID FUCKING BLANKETS AND HAVE STUPID FUCKING LATE NIGHT CONVERSATIONS WITH YOU ABOUT EVERYTHING GOD IM SO MAD YOU’RE SO FUCKIN CUTE! That’s what I want okay?” Neither said a word. Chloé, because she was waiting for Nathan to say something, and Nath, he was just trying to process the new information. She was getting sick of the silence though, she only just poured her heart out to the man. “Say something, please.”

He smiled. “How about we start with dinner, Chloé?”

….

“So... how’d it go?”

“He fucking smiled then asked me out Adrien.”

My wish for every writer in 2018 is that you all finish every WIP you got lingering around.

May your words flow freely, may your characters come alive and may everyone love your finished story when they read it.

hey guys, hope your skin is clear and you get a text from someone you like real soon.

also that your lunch tastes good, you find twenty dollars on the ground, and that thing coming up that you were dreading turns out not so bad

Idk what would make Gabe more extra...

Knowing he just had a table and perfect lighting at his disposal to reveal himself... Or knowing that he went out and bought a table and got lighting just so he could reveal himself.