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Unbreakable Ties (Ookami & Sumi)

Chloe was more than startled when she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder, thinking that it probably was her father out of all the persons. Nevertheless, when she turned her head to see who it was, she was surprised to see it wasn't him. A froqn showed up on her face as the stranger seemed to somehow know her name,even though she had no idea who it was. Taking a few steps backwards, a little bit cautious given the past events, she tried to figure it out, but to no avail. Was this some sort of trick?

"Who are you again?" she questioned, keeping a tight hold of the teddy as if it would actually be able to protect her in case this man meant harm. "Also, why would I chicken out? Just what do you know about me?" she inquired. If this person knew her, the he'd have to know that she was dead, right?
 
Jared stared at her for a few moments to see if she was messing around with him, but eventually decided he’d give in. He didn’t know if Chloe was suffering from a sudden burst of amnesia, or if she was messing around with him, but either way it was clear she wanted an explanation of sorts. He found it odd that she’d go as far as pretending she didn’t know who he was, but it wouldn’t kill him to remind her his name, even if it did feel a bit awkward “Jared, Trent’s friend, remember?” he asked trying to sound as helpful as he could hoping that she’d stop looking at him if he were some serial rapist.

“You left two nights ago saying that you’d finally tell Trent the truth about you still being alive. Was sort of hoping you’d give me a call and tell me how that went, but judging from the way you look, I’m guessing it either didn’t go so well, or you chickened out again?” he asked, thinking his explanation was satisfactory. He’d been pestering Chloe to go see Trent and tell him the truth for nearly a year now, but Chloe, or rather the Chloe in Jared’s mind had refused to go. Saying she didn’t want to disrupt Trent’s life since he was already over her and in a happy relationship. The whole thing had started when Chloe’s father had lied about her being dead in hopes that Trent would stay away, and things would have stayed that way had Jared not decided to poke his nose into Trent’s business, and found the supposed deceased girl on her way to school, that had been nearly a year ago, and ever since then Jared had been continually pestering her to go live with him, or at least tell Trent she was alive and well.

Chloe obviously hadn’t experienced any of these things….. or had she? The more she stared at the man, the more her memories would start to come to light. Though the memories were accompanied by an eerie alien feeling, almost as if they weren’t her own.
 
Chloe stared at him with a dumbfound look until he told her his name and explained the situation. As soon as she heard the story she felt like a burdened was lifted off her shoulders. "Oh God... thanks, God!" she let out with a sigh of relief and smiled dumbly as she rubbed her forehead. Why didn't she think of it? Of course her father would be behind this. After all, he always tried to break them apart. He probably got tired of Trent's pestering and calls for her and decided to cut everything off in this way. And what was even weirder was that she slowly started to gain her memories. Weird since she could swear those weren't hers. It almost felt like she lived two lives already, memories colliding one with another.

"Sorry... I've been through a lot more than you might imagine. But that means... I chickened out for two days already." she remarked thoughtful. "Never mind that. I bumped into him today. I only managed to make him think I'm some sort of crazy fan. He probably hates me now for trying to pretend to be his sister. I wasn't in my best shape and I didn't mention that father lied about my death. Chances are, he won't trust this Chloe again." she spoke and sighed, frowning again. "What's worse, I just lost my things and money too." she sighed agai frustrated.
 
Jared raised an eyebrow at her reaction, having no idea why she suddenly began thanking god almighty, seeing as old beardy up there hadn’t really done anything. Though the smile on her face followed by the relieved look was enough to keep Jared quiet. He didn’t quite understand the girl, but at least she was happy. “More than I can imagine huh, must have been quite a story” he laughed, stretching his hand out to grab the door handle to let them both in, only to find it locked. He was about to ask Chloe to unlock it so that they could talk things over inside, but her explanation that followed explained that she’d lost her belongings, which probably involved the house keys.

“Seriously Chloe? You didn’t think it’d be a good idea to tell him about your father first?” he asked sounding a bit irritated, before shaking his head. “Told you I should have gone with you, but I guess you finally meeting up with him is a step forward….. or backward considering how things turned out.” Sighing again, he turned on her again, placing a hand on either side of his shoulders before bringing his face close to hers. The look on his face dead-serious, “And you came crawling back here? Please don’t tell me you were planning to give up so easily” he whispered dangerously, his eyes glinting with irritation. “If an old woman suddenly walked up to you and said ‘Hi, I’m your dead mother’ would you believe her? You’ve got to be more tactful than that Chloe” he sighed, pulling away and staring up at the sky. “You weren’t pretending to be his sister, you are his sister, and if he won’t believe you I guess we’ll just have to make him believe you” he smiled looking a bit tired. A smile that felt more brotherly and caring than the Trent she’d encountered earlier. Having been Trent’s closest friend long before Chloe was even born, Jared had known Chloe since birth, but he’d never really gone out of his way to interact with his friend’s sister, and he seldom came over due to Trent’s father refusing to let Trent bring friends over. After Trent had left, Jared had pretty much disappeared from Chloe’s sight completely, figuring that Chloe was indeed dead, the surprise he’d expressed when he’d seen Chloe coming out of the house before them had been quite the surprise.

“We can talk at my place if you can’t get in, no point waiting out here” he offered pointing his head down the street. Completely unaware of the possibility that Chloe might be distrustful of him and not want to trap herself at his place. Not after the dream she'd had about what Chris had done to her.
 
((Sorry for the latest short replies. I wanted to reply so badly that I ended up trying that from my mobile again, and I was kind of pressed by time too. xD Either something is wrong with my head, either I really like this roleplay too much.))

"Trust me, it's more than one hell of a story." she said in return, unable to laugh like him, but showing a slight smile nevertheless. If she had to be honest, she didn't quite regret what she dreamed of. While the simple thought that she actually considered having that kind of a romantic relationship with her brother was probably disgusting to an outsider, something inside her actually craved to be in his arms again. To fall asleep in his arms and wake up in the morning knowing that he would still be there, blabbering some things she didn't understand, but feeling the warmth of his body and hearing his voice. She already missed that feeling. In fact, on a second thought, that dream felt so real, especially since she could remember every little thing, that she almost could feel his presence again. At this point she wondered if she wasn't mistaking something more... out of ordinary, for a mere dream.

Chloe scratched the back of her head, embarrassed at her own stupidity. Of course, it wasn't her fault she didn't know her father lied about her death, but she could've at least figure it out that something wasn't logic. "Sorry." she mumbled in an apologetic tone. As he continued to talk, the more she would start to remember some things which she never even thought were there in her mind in the first place. What was surprising, though, was that she actually didn't try to talk to Trent before. Or was it something else now that urged her so badly to go back by his side? The sudden thought caused her to blush a little and shake her head. Now that she woke up from that, she had to get things right. This time she would not go that far anymore. She'd be the proper sister. No way she would make Trent swing that way again. And while she was at that, she would help him out and get him out of that trance of being depressed about a lie. Leaving that aside, she was startled when he suddenly got closer to her face. She shook her head as an answer. Of course she would not give up so easily. Alright, maybe she did intend that earlier. But that was because she thought she was dead. For some reason, this person didn't seem to be the same type as Chris. Or at least, that's what she hoped for. Trusting someone was so hard already. The only thing assuring her that he might be different than the brutes she met before, was her new stack of memories in her mind, knowing that he had been a childhood friend of Trent's. She rarely talked with him when she was a child, but she did know he was one of the few good friends of Trent's. Hopefully, he would not ruin it now.

The suggestion about going back to his place caused her to freeze in place. She did have no reason to be this scared because he wasn't a real stranger. However, after those events with that psychopathic blond, she was pretty much afraid of being in a closed space with a guy. Unless it would be a place where there would be other people as well. "Actually... I don't want to be rude or anything... but, could we go somewhere else? Perhaps to a coffee shop or something similar? You'll understand why after I explain everything out. A lot of things happened in the last couple of days." she spoke, hoping that he would not get the wrong idea.
 
((Haha I figured they were done from a mobile xD They kept the plot moving and to be honest they're still longer than what I normally get from other partners >_< Don't feel pressed to post for my sake, but if it's because you're overly invested.... well I can't cure that for you xD)

Jared didn’t really know a thing about what Chloe had gone through, but he wasn’t going to poke his head into her business too much as long as she wasn’t willing to give up on Trent. Jared had been one of the few people that had stuck by Trent throughout his depressive streak, and had even introduced him to his current girlfriend Charlotte in hopes that a substitute girlfriend would help cheer Trent up, it had worked for awhile, but lately he sensed something wasn’t quite right between the pair, and from what he could gather Charlotte was going as far as to block his calls completely seeing as Trent could never get in touch with her, and Jared could get her on the phone in a few rings.

“No need to be sorry, I’m well aware that I’m being nosy and annoying, but I’m convinced it’s for the best if you two find eachother again. Trent’s a wreck, and from what you’ve told me this past year, you’re not all too fond of staying with your father anyway” pausing as he waited for her response, he raised an eyebrow at her odd request. Well, actually it wasn’t that odd of a request at all, but the little addition of not wanting to seem rude made it sound like if it would be inconvenient for Chloe to come to his house, plus, while he could be imagining things, he could nearly sense a pungent stench of fear coming from her as if she didn’t trust him. Sure, he’d never invited her to his house before, but she’d never seem so scared of him before, and while they weren’t actually friends or anything, the sudden change in attitude was rather hurtful. “I guess I don’t mind, but are you sure you want to talk about…..this sort of stuff in a public place? More importantly are you sure you’re okay? You seem…. Different today? Didn’t bump your head or anything did you?” he asked his words might have sounded teasing, but his tone and expression were the definition of concern. It wouldn’t have bothered him normally, but Chloe failing to remember who he was had been a significant blow to his confidence, and there’d been a few times now when she’d made some pretty bizarre comments like her sudden thanking of god. “Either way we should get going, there’s a few café’s around where I live anyway so it wouldn’t be much of a detour whichever place we opted for… and not to be rude myself but I’d rather not have your father mistake me for your boyfriend again, don’t exactly enjoy having a hairy bald man jumping on me and trying to punch my face in you know?” he chuckled, trying to not make it seem like Chloe’s fault since it really wasn’t.

Glancing at Chloe once more he shoved his hands in his pockets, pulling them out to show they were empty beside a phone and wallet, before tucking them back in, keeping his hands in his pockets to show that he had no intentions of grabbing her or anything since it seemed to be what she was worried about. Leading the way by walk a few feet infront of Chloe so as to give her some personal space.
 
((Well, it was probably obvious I was posting it from my mobile, because it was at a strange time. xD It was around 6am here when I woke up, checked the threads and was like: 'Can't help it!' *quickly types a post* This is what happens when I'm addicted to a certain roleplay. xD))

Chloe shook her head. "No, you're not annoying or nosy at all! It's quite the opposite, really. I probably wouldn't be able to do this without some help. I'm really thankful for supporting me and Trent." she spoke. She was more than glad to know that Trent actually had a friend who would do such a thing as helping him and her to be reunited. On the other hand, she didn't like the fact that Trent was a wreck. Now she actually felt guilty for leaving like that. Not that she had any other option right there. It was only after she met Jared that she got some memories back and found out the essential truth. Nodding her head at his question, she figured that they could probably find a table inside, in the corner of a café so the others would not hear completely what she had to explain. As for the second question, even she herself couldn't answer it for sure. "Well, chances are, I probably did hit my head by mistake. Else I can't explain what's happening." she mumbled.

Agreeing with him, she was about to follow him when she heard about her father's mistake. She couldn't help but chuckle at that. Yes, she sort of remembered the time that sort of thing happened. This time she felt guilty for making him worry. It was truly a relief to meet someone who was harmless for once. She'd have to apologize for being so rude and suspicious of him. The brunette gave an apologetic smile. "Sorry for making it feel like I'm actually this suspicious of you. But after what I'm about to say you'll really understand why. Also, sorry for not recognizing you at first. I actually think I might have bumped my head by mistake, since I actually forgot a big amount of things. I woke up with this strange dream in mind, and I had no idea about what really happened. When Trent said his sister was dead I was about to scream in his face that I was Chloe. At some point I actually started to believe he was saying the truth because of the dream. I couldn't remember this one single thing, that my father lied about my death. And honestly, I only started to remember things after you started talking to me and explaining everything. Could this be some sort of temporary amnesia? Though, it is weird that I could remember so many other things!" she started as she walked a little bit closer now, to show him that she did trust him. "Because of this, Trent thinks I'm crazy. But, aside from that, what else do you know about Trent. I met him at an realestate agency. Does he intend to move elsewhere?" she questioned trying to change the subject until they'd reach the cafe at least.
 
((Haha, I wish I could tell you off, but I'm repeatedly staying up later than I should be to do the same thing so I guess it goes both ways xD Can't even commit myself to other RP's anymore because I keep comparing it to this one >_< *Expectation of people was raised*))

Jared was sort of glad that he had his back turned towards Chloe right now since her expression of gratitude was sort of embarrassing. A faint blush marking his cheeks as he quickened his pace just a little bit so as to not let Chloe catch up and see him. He wasn’t even paying attention to where he was going at first, but upon hearing that Chloe might have hit her head, he abruptly stopped and spun around looking at her with that same concerned look. “When? Where? How?” he blurted out, a bit louder than he’d intended surprising even himself, he didn’t know why but the possibility of Chloe having hurt herself worried him, especially if it related to something important like memory loss. A bump or a bruise would heal over time, but internal things like what Chloe was explaining could have ongoing effects that even Chloe wouldn’t realize. More importantly one didn’t simply lose their memory from bumping their head, memory loss came from damaging of the brain, and Jared was all too aware of how something which seemed trivial could be a severe injury, what if her brain was internally bleeding? Or maybe a tumor going rampant? Whatever it was it wasn’t something he considered light and easy enough to joke about.

The concern completely overriding her apology, he didn’t even care about her distrustful actions earlier anymore, and her re-expressed thanks somehow seemed less heart warming and more worrying. “You’ve seen a doctor about that right?... No, of course you haven’t, not like that ass of a father would take you and it doesn’t like Trent would either at this stage.” Looking her over for any further abnormalities, he wondered if Chloe should even be up and walking about. She did look a bit pale from the cold, and her hair was a bit frizzled as if she hadn’t had the time to take care of herself. It only occurred to him now that Chloe had left and disappeared overnight. If she’d failed to get Trent’s recognition, then where had she spent the night? Where, and what had happened for her to be so confused as to lose her memory not only of him, but of her own goal? ‘Thought she was dead?’ How disoriented did one need to be to believe or even contemplate the possibility that they were dead.

A slightly crazed look in his eye as he reached out and grabbed Chloe by the arm just as she approached him. “Screw the café, we’re getting you checked out first” he ordered, tugging on her arm. The way he grabbed might have been frightening at first, but it probably didn’t feel as hurtful as when Trent had grabbed her, nor as scary as when Chris had, probably due to the overflowing amount of worry he was excreting, it was just a little memory lapse, yet he was acting as if Chloe’s life depended on it.
 
((D'aww~! That makes me so awkwardly happy. Long live this RP! xD))

Chloe's words seemed to be ignored as Jared suddenly got worried after she mentioned she might have hit her head. Alright, truly, she doubted she would have hit her head. This was more than a simple injury of some sort. But Jared seemed to have taken it as something which really happened. Of course she didn't see a doctor. She didn't have the money and the time. And maybe not even the patience. Besides, a doctor would be unable to do much about her problem. There was no way an injury or even a rare disease would actually make some memories pop up into her head all of a sudden. It had to be something else. Nevertheless, when he suddenly grabbed her arm and urged her to follow him, saying she needed a check up, she panicked. The last thing she wanted was to have a doctor say she was crazy. "Wait, Jared! Calm down a little! I was just guessing, but I doubt I actually hit my head! I would have felt some bump or something, but I'm pretty sure my head is perfectly normal! You didn't actually let me explain the story, and that does have a lot to do with my memories!" she suddenly spoke, trying to slow him down a little.

Well, she had to admit Jared was really one kind of a friend, but at times like these, she wished he wouldn't get so worried. "Look! Jared! Wait a minute." she pleaded, trying to quickly think of something to make him believe her that there wasn't something wrong with her head. "Alright, listen here. Trent has never revealed where he's living, right? I've never visited him, nor do I know what's his address. And I doubt he'd reveal it to the media. Now, I'm not sure how many coincidences there are out there, but... does he by any chance live in a small room? In an area that is probably dangerous? Just answer me for a second, and if after everything I said you still think I need a check up, I'll go. But, just tell me this. Am I right? Just say yes, or no and don't say anything else about it. And if I'm right, I'll have to tell you something which might make you trust me that my dream has nothing to do with my head." she instructed, looking up at him.
 
Feeling Chloe genuinely trying to resist him he weakened his pulls, not wanting to drag her anyway without her consent, it’d not only look awkward, but also be a whole lot more needless effort if Chloe were to drag her feet and continue resisting him. He might have given in and told her to have things her own way were it not for an image of an elderly man flashing through his head and rekindling his determination. “I’m perfectly calm, the question is how you’re managing to be even calmer, it’s your head isn’t it?” he shouted, getting a bit annoyed at Chloe for not thinking of it as serious an issue as he did. This is why he hated dealing with people that weren’t placed under his direct care, they’d struggle and complain, failing to see reason for the sake of laziness or some personal issue, he actually wondered if Chloe was scared of the doctors or something for a moment. Jared didn’t like the stench of disinfectant that much either, but he had no problems going to see a doctor if it came down to it. And he expected Chloe to do the same.

He completely stopped when Chloe began explaining her memories to him. A puzzled look flashing over his face before he relaxed his grip, letting out a sigh before finally releasing her. He seemed to be thinking something over, and it was clear her words had a certain effect on him, but it didn’t take long for Chloe to realize Jared’s conclusion wasn’t the same one she was hoping for.

“Chloe…. Please see a doctor” he asked quietly, letting out another sigh. “You’re right, he does live in a small room, and yes the area he lived in was less than…. Pleasant….. but…. But do you realize you just told me just how thorough your memory loss is?” he asked looking her in the eye, staring at her seriously. “Of course you know where he lived, where did you think you were headed last night? I wouldn’t let you walk around aimlessly in search of Trent without giving you his address, and even a 5 year old could tell you that the shabby building wasn’t a ensuite, as well as the fact that the place was dangerous to spend too much time around.” He paused looking her over once more with a worried look which could be compared to a look given to someone who’d gone crazy. “Furthermore I took you there myself a few months ago, and you backed out after seeing Trent and Charlotte together remember? You know, the time you told me you didn’t want to disturb him if he was already happy?”
 
Chloe looked puzzled when he did agree with her, but then said that she really had a problem with her memories. As he reminded her that he actually told her himself about where he lived, she felt like going and actually hitting her head. Again, she had to remember just everything that he related. This was getting on her nerves again. Was there any way she could prove she hadn't gone crazy? Until now, she was only giving off a bad impression. Frowning and rubbing the bridge of her nose as she closed her eyes and tried to calm down, she muttered something and then finally decided she could do more than that. "Maybe we did do that. But... we didn't enter his house, right? There's no way I should know what it looks like. However, I know almost every detail of it. A single room, where the 'bedroom' and the 'bathroom' are just separated by a wall, it's usually very cold in there, he has a small refrigerator, and he keeps the spare change of sheets in the third cardboard box on the right. I've heard of amnesia, but never heard of a disease where you get additional memories, as if having two lives. I know you're already thinking 'This girl is out of her mind!', but I'm damn sure that whatever this is, is something out of ordinary. To be honest, I never believed in these things, but I'm starting to think I might have waken up in another world." she said, suddenly being fired up as if trying her best to prove him what she was saying was the truth.

However, she soon froze and frown. "Wait a minute. Did you just say... Charlotte...? Great. It's gone from bad to worse." she mumbled. She didn't know why, but it annoyed her to know that Trent was with Charlotte. This wasn't what a sister had to think of, but she felt awkwardly... jealous. For some reason, she realized that she actually ended up to be somewhat similar to Trent. In just less than three days, her feelings for him went from the sisterly type to the type where she actually felt jealous. No, but she had good reasons to think that this Charlotte was just a pest, right? If she remembered correctly, Chris was the one who actually tried out Trent's girlfriend too. Averting her eyes from the concrete to Jared, she rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "Do you by any chance know Trent's neighbors? Or... did he ever whine about one particular neighbor? I'll see a doctor today, nevertheless, but I still need to clear up some things. And if you don't want me to actually go crazy for real, you should probably help me out a little with some helpful answers." she added.
 
Jared took a step back as Chloe began ranting about the interior of the room, listing out a few things that even Jared couldn’t remember were accurate, he’d dropped by a few times, but had never really stayed for too long, it really wasn’t a place where you’d invite a friends up, and there were better places to meet up and chat. He was about to ask if Chloe had actually been inside the room when she said the most ridiculous thing ever. Another world? What on earth was this girl ranting about? He couldn’t tell if Chloe was being serious or just messing around with him, but if he were to nod his head and accept her theory here, he’d be the one that needed locking up in a padded room. His concern shifted a bit though at her remark, a part of him starting to think that the injury to her head wasn’t as serious as he thought. In some ways it was worse, but it didn’t seem like she was suffering from internal bleeding or anything severe. Just delusional…. Though if she started pointing out invisible people and claiming she was the child of Satan he’d probably have to drag her to a hospital with or without her consent. Either way it didn’t hurt to have a checkup regardless.

He also noticed how her expression seemed to change upon her mentioning the name Charlotte, the look of jealousy evident even to Jared’s eyes, she hadn’t made such face before when they’d talked about Charlotte, but he just chalked it down as Chloe holding contempt towards Charlotte for having Trent when Chloe didn’t. Surely she couldn’t be jealous of Charlotte as a woman? Letting out another sigh, completely lost on what to do and how to treat Chloe, he eventually decided to just go along with the flow and answer her question. After all, a crazy girl was a lot like a drunken man. You could tell a drunk he was drunk all you wanted, but there’d be no convincing them anything until the sobered up. “Trent’s neighbors? Can’t say I do, though I remember him saying something about the room adjacent to his being vacant the whole time he was living there, something about the plumbing going bad and never getting fixed. His other neighbor…… I met once when I was visiting, a pretty blond woman, most likely one of those women that live off other men, if you know what I mean” he stated thoughtfully, trying to recall anything else. A look of regret coming over his face as to what he might have just implied, “Though I’m pretty sure Trent wouldn’t have done anything with her, I’ve known him for years and he hasn’t dated or even kissed a blond as far as I know. Always black hair, and blue eyes, a bit like you huh?” he laughed, not really thinking of the connection as anything more than a coincidence.
 
From the looks she got from Jared, it kind of seemed pointless to continue her rants. Of course no one would believe her delusional stories. But, she still wished she could tell someone everything she was bothered by, to get some help. But not the type of help where she would end up in a hospital. Just imagine her face when he started speaking about Trent's neighbors, all hopeful. Only to look up at him with eagerness and then end up confused and disappointed. "Oh... I see." she mumbled in response. So some things really didn't match. Though, she couldn't deny the coincidences about the place she met Trent and the same clothes. Also, the fact that Trent's current girlfriend had the same name as the last ex-girlfriend of the Trent in her dream. She just had to find the connection between these two 'worlds'. She only glanced up at him again when he said that Trent only dated the black haired women with blue eyes. Another coincidence. Which meant... Could he really like her now too? Not as a brother, but as man? While Chloe looked calm now, inside she tried her best to figure out what was going on. She couldn't laugh at that statement. While she did feel a little bit happy to know he loved her, she knew it might lead to the same mistake.

Another short idea crossed her mind. What if Chris was now a 'Christine'? That would be hilarious. Or maybe just scarier? Women were always scarier when angered. Shaking that thought aside, she gave a long sigh. "I give up. I'm probably imagining things. Let's go and eat something. I'm starving here and I doubt dad will come back very soon. Besides, I'll probably need all the energy to face him again after running off like that." she said and motioned that he could just lead the way. "So... how long has Trent been together with Charlotte?" she questioned out of curiosity.
 
Jared wasn’t sure anymore if forcing Chloe to go see Trent was such a good idea. While Trent had never been very open about how he viewed his sister, it was quite clear he held her in high regards, and seeing Chloe for the delusional girl she was might actually have the opposite effect to what Jared had hoped for. Though either way, as long as he could get both of them to recognize eachother for what they were, Trent might finally be able to move on with his life. Something which had been impossible to achieve for the past ten years. Regardless of whether it’d end up hurting Trent or not, it was for the best…. At least for him. The Chloe Jared had come to know had been a lot more level headed, she did come off as a bit shy and reserved, but the Chloe that stood before him now seemed like a whole new person. For starters he couldn’t ever recall seeing several of the emotions she’d expressed in the short time they’d seen each other today.

“Sure thing, as I said, I’m not all that eager to see your father again, bastard threatened to shove a kitchen knife down my throat if he ever saw me around you again” he laughed nervously, knowing full well that the man hadn’t been joking, he felt a slight sweat breakout on his forehead as he realized just how dangerous it was for him to be standing here talking to Chloe. Jared figured the man wasn’t actually going to carry out his threat….. sort of, but he didn’t really want to test the theory of his either way, and there was no telling what that crazy bastard would do to him if he did half the things Chloe had told him over the past year.

Walking down a street that would seem vaguely familiar to Chloe, Jared stopped infront of fancily decorated cake store, the exact shop that Trent had taken her to in her dream. Jared looked over at her briefly before extending an arm at the sign of the shop. “Mind if we eat here?” Jared asked. Despite Chloe mentioning that she was starving, he didn’t think she needed a proper meal, and if it was energy she needed, sugary foods would do her better than something hefty and filling, or at least that was Jared’s logic. “Always wanted to try the chocolate cake here, but I could never work up the nerve to go in by myself, no idea how Trent manages to do it so boldly so often, guess it just takes getting used to?” he asked. Noticing the look on Chloe’s face, he paused before sighing, “Remember something? Or maybe you came here with Trent in your own world?” he asked not really expecting a response. He tone of voice was hard to discern, but it didn’t sound like he was mocking her, but then again it didn’t sound like he believed her story either.
 
Chloe seemed to be in her own little world, mindlessly listening to what Jared was saying. She was stressed by the fact that her memories were mixing until her head was a complete mess. She wasn't sure about her own feelings anymore, whether she liked Trent as his sister, or as a woman. She just told Trent that she didn't need his help and that he could just forget about her, and he now probably thought she was just a stupid crazy fangirl. And if she had to be honest, she hated how much of a mess she became. She was well aware she was once a level headed person who didn't cry unless it was some sort of horrible situation. Now, she was this package of feelings and emotions, on the verge of tearing at every little thing, just like a ticking bomb. This was so annoying and for some reason she couldn't go back to her old self as much as she wanted. Not when she knew that she screwed up everything by herself.

Blue eyes raised from the concrete she stepped on as she noticed the streets were familiar. When she spotted the cake store, she immediately felt that weird sensation again. She prayed that Jared would choose anything but that place, only to hear the answer she didn't want to hear. Could she really complain, even though she had no money and he would be paying for it? Beggars can't be choosers. Reluctantly entering the store, she tried her best to keep away the memories. When he did start speaking again, she felt her eyes moist. Taking a deep breath, she rubbed her forehead in frustration. Actually, since when did Trent buy cakes? A single name crossed her mind. Charlotte. Oh, how much she started to despise this person, even though she had no real reason to. Jared's question made her grunt. "Jared, you're not helping me feel better at all. Just stop mentioning his name. At least until we're out of this place." she mumbled, trying to keep her cool and not make a scene here.
 
Jared just shook his head at her slowly, not really knowing anymore if this was the same girl he’d approached in hopes of fixing Trent up. On the contrary he was starting to wonder if Chloe needed help more than Trent did, at least the latter of the two was able to stand on his own will and drift through life like a emotionless specter. Chloe on the other hand looked as if she’d teeter of the edge of a cliff at any moment and disappear for good. He doubted she’d want to go back to her father, but the way she was now, she doubted Trent would be too willing to believe all his suffering over the past half decade had been for nothing. Jared wasn’t opposed to taking Chloe under his wing until she was better, but it was quite clear from her earlier behavior that she didn’t trust him completely either, and having her doubt his intentions wasn’t something he enjoyed experiencing. Furthermore he doubted he’d be able to look after Chloe forever without some sort of perk, and while he did find her adorably cute, he wasn’t about to put his dirty paws on the sister of his closest friend.

Hearing her request though annoyed him, and he’d had quite enough of the girls attitude, ironically snapping as they were escorted to the exact table Chloe and Trent had been sitting at in her dream. “His name? Who? You mean Trent?” he asked not liking how Chloe seemed to react to Trent’s name. It didn’t matter how attractive Chloe was, Jared was Trent’s friend first and foremost, and having someone, much less Trent’s own family seeming to want to avoid talking about him wasn’t something that sat well with him at all. “I’ll be honest Chloe, I’m not your friend, I’m your brother’s friend, and frankly I can’t say I like you all that much, I mean it is your father’s fault for starting this mess, but I’m not exactly impressed by how you shut your own brother out of your life all these years. I mean I assume you have your reasons, but my primary concern is Trent, not you.”

Pointing out the chocolate cake with his hand and ordering two without uttering a single word to the waitress. Taking a sip from the glass that was placed in front of him. “And don’t even think about running off, you’re the one who wanted to settle this somewhere public. Don’t know if you’d care, but if you run off now and pretend none of this ever happened you can be assured that you’ll earn my hatred for as long as I live. I don't want things to come down to that.... I really don't, so please don't make it.”
 
If until now Chloe seemed to somehow manage to keep her cool, when they were escorted to the same table she and Trent were before, she felt like screaming a curse, right there and then. This had to be some sort of sick joke. What was next? Being served by the same waitress? These events and coincidences completely ripped her heart apart little by little in a torturing way. Even though it felt like two days ago she was there with Trent, now she was there with someone else who even admitted he couldn't really stand her that much and that his only reason for helping her was Trent. What did she expect anyway? Swallowing dryly, a gesture she always did when she was sick of something, she sat down, quiet, listening to him and trying to avoid spouting out some nonsense again. He was accusing her of shutting out her brother. Maybe this was why the life decided to make the things turn around and have Trent shut her out of his life now. Because she never tried to reach out for him in those ten years. Well, that could explain a lot. Or maybe not. On a second thought, now that she thought about it, she had always been a coward, all this time. Trent did try to call her, even if her father tried to cut off every tie between them. And she? She did nothing. She just tried to forget him, just like Trent tried to forget the supposed dead Chloe. She slowly lowered her gaze to the glass in front of her. Honestly, she was on the verge of crying like a dumbhead, but took another breath and blinked her eyes to stop herself from making a fool out of herself.

She'd run off. But she kind of got the point that running off would be a bad idea. In fact, she always seemed to run away from her problems. If she recalled it, she did run away from Trent a couple of times literally. Maybe Jared was right. But how would she actually cope with those memories if she actually got back to Trent? What if things would not be the same? What if she would start to compare things? No, rather, her biggest worry was that there was no way Trent would ever trust her again. And what about her twisted feelings? "I just told him the most hateful things. I sound like a person who escaped from the insane asylum. Do you really think it's such a good idea? Between the Chloe he knew being dead and the person standing in front of you, I'd say he'd be better off without me. If he knew how 'twisted' his sister is, he'd probably regret that I didn't die eight years ago." she stated before she took a sip of the water. "Rather, it would probably be a better idea to say that I'm alive, but just moved away. I'll send postcards and he can go on with his life." she added, trying to fix her messy hair. "I am a coward. I fear that I'll screw this up even more than I did." she admitted.
 
Jared literally wanted to slap her across the face when she said that Trent was better off without her in his life. Sure he’d been thinking the exact same thing only moments ago, but the way Chloe put it made it sound like she was bashing herself for no good reason. The Chloe Jared knew wasn’t like this at all, a bit reserved, but he’d never seen her hating on herself so much, and for a moment he almost felt guilty for his harsh words, opening his mouth to take back what he said, he stopped himself just before making a sound, figuring that an apology from him now wouldn’t do any good anyway, it wasn’t like what he’d said could be undone, and telling her otherwise wouldn’t only be being dishonest with himself, but also it wouldn’t help Chloe in the slightest. “He doesn’t have much a life to go on with….” Jared mumbled unhappily burying his hands in his hair in frustration. What was with these siblings? Did they enjoy making his life harder or something? “Frankly he’s been worse lately than he was a few years ago, and if he didn’t believe you when you talked to him in person, do you think he’ll believe a random postcard? Hell I doubt he’d even read it, and even if he did, he’d probably just think it was some sort of sick prank anyway. It’s only make things worse.” He stated, not believing how ridiculous Chloe’s suggestion was, he’d just told her not to run away, and here she was trying to avoid confrontation at all costs, trying to come up with some bandaid solution to a grievous wound. If a postcard was all it took, Jared would have written them himself and pretended to be Chloe, if he didn’t know that Trent would be even more hurt when he found out the truth he would have tried the idea years ago when the thought first fluttered through his mind. The only difference between then and now was that Jared actually knew Chloe was alive.

“When I said I wouldn’t forgive you if you ran off I meant it literally, but if you’re going to think like that, I’ll extend it to encompass emotionally and cognitively as well. I know you’re a coward, but I honestly don’t care. The only way you could screw this up is if you actually ended up being some sort of fake, and Chloe really was dead.” He scoffed in acknowledgement of how ridiculous the idea was. Chloe was alive and well, Jared could vouch for that seeing as the girl was sitting right in front of him. All she needed to do was approach Trent and explain things coherently and this would all be over…. Or at least that’s what Jared hoped. “Plus, where exactly do you intend to send postcards from? Your father’s place? I barely know your father and even I know how stupid that’d be” he added glancing at Chloe as he kept on hand in his messy hair, and an elbow on the table. “I’m assuming you don’t have any other family to rely on seeing as how Trent couldn’t rely on them, and as for friends…. Well I don’t know that much about you, but something tells me you don’t exactly have any friends that would be willing to adopt you into their family.”

Getting sick of all these alternate suggestion, Jared let out another sigh. “Fine we’ll change the topic, what do you plan to do now?” he asked trying to seem as patient as ever. “Do you really plan on moving back in with your father? I’m pretty sure he’s realized you ran away from home by now, and I can nearly guarantee that he won’t be letting you out of the house as often anymore, that said, you don’t really have any other option do you?”
 
While Chloe did admit she was a coward, she sort of didn't like it when someone else had to say the same about her. Then again, it was the truth, so she couldn't change much about it. The only thing she could do was to change herself. Either way, everything he was saying was pretty much the truth and pretty much logic. The postcards would probably be another failure indeed, and she really didn't have any friends she could rely on. At this point, she was probably worse than Trent. She was just a little bit relieved when he finally agreed with changing the topic, though she couldn't say it was the best alternative. "Right... And given how I lost the key, there are lower chances to escape the house." she said with a sigh. "Which means I can't really go back home right now. Not until I talk with him." she added with a slight frown as she fiddled with the hem of her shirt. "Either I talk with him today, either I'll camp out for another night." she concluded and took a short pause to think over her options. She couldn't really afford sleeping out in the park once more. For one, she would eventually get sick, and secondly, she surely didn't want to bump into a beggar. She had to be more cautious And at the same time, she had to do more than run away this time. If only it would be that simple to talk with Trent and make him trust her. She would probably be slapped for about four or five times until he would actually start to believe. Then again, it was probably better than leaving him think that she'd dead. Besides, when did she end up so selfish? When did she start placing Trent on the second place? Something really did happen with her. And it was only now that she was realizing how cruel she was. Where was the Chloe that would do anything just so that Trent wouldn't hate her? The Chloe who tried anything to protect her brother when that psychopath, Chris, attempted to hurt him?

"I'll go and talk with him again. Today." she suddenly concluded. If there was one thing she had to admit, it was that waiting around wouldn't help at all. And after that 'death' when Chris gave her that pill, she realized that maybe the dream did have a thing to it. She wished she wouldn't die, she wished she could have a second chance. Didn't this look like a second chance, actually? Chloe's face seemed to brighten for some reason, realizing so many things. Crazy or not, a fact was a fact, and given how many things there were in her mind, nobody would probably believe her aberrations. Hell, even she herself, would not believe a word from what she's saying unless she really saw it with her eyes. It was only normal that people would not believe her. The purpose of the memories weren't to be spilled out to someone else. They were there to be used by her alone. If she wanted to change the situation and make things better this time, she had to act accordingly. "And this time I'll need your help. You don't have to say a thing. I just need you to be there." she pleaded. If she was going to try this again, she'd surely need to have someone to back her up in case something would happen. Or rather, someone to stop Trent in case he would go mad. This time, she would try to prevent the failures.

"I know. I've gone crazy there. It's probably the lack of sleep and the fact that I didn't eat much in the last couple of days. On top of it, I was stressed over by how Trent would react if I actually showed up again. I'm sorry for causing you this much trouble." she apologized, figuring she should stop involving her other memories in this. No more acting like a lunatic. Besides, once she'd be back by her brother's side, she would not feel all those nostalgic and heart-aching emotions anymore. Rubbing her forehead, she took another deep breath. Her only 'excuse' now, would be that even a calm person would somehow snap sooner or later. And seeing how she was always so level headed, it was probably about the time she had gone crazy with so much stress built up in her soul. Now she only needed to calm down and be rational once again.
 
Jared only nodded his head quietly as she finally began to see her current predicament, he knew he was being a bit cruel to the girl, but while being kind and acting all sweet wouldn’t cost him anything, it wouldn’t get him or Chloe anyway either, and his goal wasn’t to make Chloe fall in love with him or anything. If she wanted someone to shower her with affection she had the perfect source in Trent, though things might be a bit different from how they were when they were kids, Jared could still remember how obsessed Trent had been over Chloe when he was younger. The times they could ‘hangout’ was often limited by when Trent could escape the attention of his father, and when he didn’t have to look after Chloe, and while Trent had been over his place a few times, he never slept over, saying that he needed to go home each night to make sure Chloe knew she wasn’t alone. The darkness of night could make a lot of kids feel uncertain about themselves, and once they started thinking they were alone in the world, the mind had a funny way of drowning them in a spiral of negative thoughts, that only another person could stop. Normally it was the duty of family and friends to prevent that sort of thing happening, but Chloe didn’t really seem to have anyone she was overly attached to besides Trent, the memories causing Jared to smile faintly as he recalled how Chloe had looked at him ruefully once when Jared had tried to convince Trent to spend less time with Chloe and more time with him.

He was mildly surprised at how Chloe suddenly found the determination she’d been lacking, and declared she’d go see Trent today. A major improvement from the idiot girl who was suggesting postcards only moments prior, “There’s the Chloe I liked, of course I’ll help you out” he winked cheerfully, his face going a bit red a moment later as he lowered his head. “I mean…. I like you better when you’re not moping and all, didn’t mean anything personal by it” he added unconvincingly, trying to keep his cool. Trying to brush away the slight slip up he made, he opened his mouth to continue on. “Don’t worry about causing me trouble, you’re brother’s been a pain in the ass to deal with for a whole 8 years now, you’re only an eighth of that so far, so if you make manage to carry through with it, it’ll have been worth my time, and we’ll call ourselves even okay?”

The waitress finally returning bowed politely before placing two plates of cake infront of both of them before offering a commercial smile and a ‘enjoy’ before scampering off to go serve another table. Leaving an awkward tension lingering in the air as Jared tried to seem overly energetic. “Hope you like chocolate cake” he smiled, picking up the fork and slicing himself a bit off the tip before popping it in his mouth. Wincing a bit at how sweet it tasted. “Wow, okay…. Didn’t expect that” he coughed, drinking the remaining half of his drink of water. Laughing sheepishly as he looked over at Chloe he shrugged his shoulders a bit. “Didn’t expect it to taste so sweet, you know how Trent doesn’t like overly sweet stuff? He’s practically obsessed with this cake so I figured he’d found the perfect non-sweet cake or something” Jared laughed again, prodding the cake with his fork. “Charlotte was bitching to me how he loved the cake so much that he wouldn’t even share any with her, funny right? Can you imagine Trent hugging a cake to himself and refusing to share it with anyone else?” he asked finding the image he conjured up in his head awfully humorous, the arrival of the cake had been a perfect queue to change the topic to brighter more light hearted things. Jared had got her word that she’d see Trent today, and there was no point in bashing her over and over again about how strange she was acting if she’d come to her senses. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t still bother him, but he’d always been a bit of an optimist, and was pretty sure Trent would love to see his sister again.
 
Chloe smiled a bit as he agreed to help her, and even reminded her that this was how she was supposed to be. Well, maybe she just needed someone to give her a push to go forward, after all. She was actually glad that she bumped into Jared. Else, she might have went on with her life in regret. She chuckled, though, when he corrected himself. Funny how she suddenly remembered Trent's words after they reunited for the first time in her dream. If she wasn't mistaken, he too, appreciated how she didn't cry so easily. And she really didn't cry so easily before, in fact, she never felt so many emotions in such a short amount of time before. Her dull and lonely lifestyle suddenly changed over the night just from the simple decision of leaving her father behind. They could say whatever they wanted, but Chloe had a feeling that the dream she had prior to the latest events did have a connection to her current life. And if by any chance it would help her out, then she would keep those memories safe in her mind.

"Then, I'll just have to wake up Trent to reality and we're even." she answered in return and gave him the 'OK' sign. Once the waitress brought the cake, she wasn't sure whether to feel nostalgic about it, or just enjoy the cake as it was. Nevertheless, she wasn't going to refuse eating it, because she needed to eat something and second, because she really adored sweet things. No, actually just anything sweet with chocolate. "You have no idea." she added as he hoped she'd like it. She was surprised when he suddenly grimaced at the taste. Did he actually not expect the sweetness? It was a chocolate cake. There was no way it could be bitter or sour unless it would be a prank cake. She kept eating quietly until he continued with the explanation as to why he didn't expect that. When she heard Trent was obsessed with this cake, she almost dropped the fork. Thankfully, she didn't. She didn't want to make him worry again, even though she did seem a little bit surprised and even somewhat happier. She finally gave a hearty laugh as he mentioned Charlotte. She deserved it. Or at least, she deserved it in Chloe's mind. Still, this meant he had some good reason for eating this cake. Trent most likely knew her favorites. That is, chocolate and sweets. Could he actually eat it just because it reminded him of her? Yet, there were so many other shops out there? This much of a coincidence was surprising.

Trying her best to keep her cool, she only smiled and fought the slight blush covering her cheeks at the mere thought that Trent would actually buy the same cake. "Is he eating just this particular cake? Or did he suddenly have a change of tastes?" she questioned out of curiosity, before she took another bite of her cake. All of a sudden, the cake tasted so much sweeter than before, soothing her very soul.
 
Well to be blunt he had expected the cake to be sweet, it was a cake afterall, what he hadn’t expected was for it to be as sweet as it had. Though, it wasn’t sweet enough to refuse eating, he’d have to take it in smaller nibbles. And maybe order a refill on the glass of water. Either way he watched as Chloe dug in, the look on her face when she took the first bite making it well worth the bill he’d soon have to pay. It wasn’t that big a deal for him to pay, but the thought made him a bit self-conscious, noticing how one of the couples at a nearby table were holding hands and staring at each other like brain-dead zombies. He didn’t have anything against public affection, but sitting here together with Chloe, he wondered how everyone else saw them. They certainly didn’t look like brother and sister, and the café wasn’t really a place where business women and men would stop by for lunch. It was more…. A dating spot than anything else for lack of better words.

Trying to take his mind off the thought he raised an eyebrow at Chloe, smirking a bit at her question. “Do you really think I’d know?” he laughed finding the question awfully funny. “I’m his friend, not his stalker, how would I know if he eats any other cakes? Not like I watch him and keep a logbook of everything he eats.” Laughing playfully, he took a few seconds to calm down before shrugging his shoulders, “As far as I know, no, he doesn’t eat any other sweets, don’t think he even touched his dessert at Elissa’s closing party, oh, Elissa’s a common friend” he added hoping Chloe wouldn’t mistake the mentioning of a girl’s name as another girlfriend. Jared was starting to become aware how Chloe seemed to react oddly to Charlotte’s name, and while he better judgment told him to stop mentioning all together, part of him sort of enjoyed seeing the jealous little sister of Trent’s getting a upset over him spending time with another woman.

Realizing that he was thinking of Chloe in ‘that way’ again he scratched his head irritably, trying to calm himself down. For a moment there he’d actually wondered what Trent would say to him if Jared asked if he could date Chloe. He had no intentions of bringing it up any time soon, the siblings had a lot to catch up on after all, but maybe in a years’ time? She was rather cute, and there had been one stage in his childhood when he’d had a minor crush on the girl. Now that he thought about it wasn’t that the same teddy he helped Trent pick out all those years ago? It looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t be sure, too much time had elapsed, and he’d only seen it that once. Noticing how Chloe was looking at him oddly, he smiled, cursing himself for staring at her for too long. “That bear, any chance Trent gave it to you for your birthday?” he asked, completely unaware that he’d managed to recognize something Trent himself had forgotten.
 
Chloe pouted as he laughed at her question, saying that he didn't know exactly. Well, from how much he talked about Trent, he did seem to know a lot of things, so she figured she could ask him essential details about her older brother. "Well, you should keep a logbook of everything he does!" she said in a joking tone. "This is vital information! You can call yourself agent 007." she added and pointed her fork in his direction. In a way, he really was like a spy, since he was the only source of information about Trent right now. Else she would be clueless about what was going on in her sibling's life. After ten years of being apart, she did wish to know more and more about Trent, to find out how much he changed, what he went through and just every little thing. Except for anything related to his ex-girlfriends. She didn't want to hear of that. She nodded as if she acknowledged what he said about sweets. If it wasn't just her imagination, maybe Trent did love this cake for some particular reason. Just the perfect reason to ask him about it. Once she would get back to him.

While she really was in her own little world thinking about some other matters regarding the redhead, she couldn't help but notice Jared seemed to somewhat stare at her. Now that she thought about it, he did seem to act a little weird at times. She sort of ignored it, but now that she realized it, she wondered if there was something wrong. Chloe was amazed at Jared's way of remembering so many things. "Yes, actually." she answered with a chuckle. "I can't really remember how old I was then, but I'm sure that it was on my birthday. You have a good memory, I must admit." she pointed out with a smile. Already finished with the slice of cake, she lightly scanned the surroundings. For some reason, it raised some memories. When she and Trent kissed in front of the shop, got the stares from the waitress and one man who worked there, got embarrassed by Trent's behavior and then returned the favor by making him moan right there, and then... then they just started arguing like two idiots, both being too prideful. She let out a sigh. She couldn't say that was the worst memory. The worst moments were when she was about to be raped by the beggar, and when she met Chris. She was pretty much weirded out by her own thoughts, but she somehow thought of the night she spent with Trent as one of the best moments. The blush crept to her cheeks, causing Chloe to shake her head a little bit along with those thoughts.

"You know, I'm planning to talk with Trent today, but I didn't even think of what to say yet. How do I tell him the truth? Wouldn't I need some proof? He won't trust me so easily, especially since I've weirded out at the first reuniting." she questioned, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. And then something hit her, brows furrowing in the way that told she somehow realized something big. "If I was dead... wouldn't I have a grave? I doubt father would actually go to the extent where he actually paid for an actual setup to make it believable." she pointed out.
 
Seeing Chloe blush sent all the wrong signals as Jared had been thinking about something which was indeed embarrassing. She couldn’t have figured him out that easily from his stares could she? He was relieved when she didn’t pursue the matter of him liking her, but there was a slight flicker of hope inside Jared’s mind that maybe Chloe might grow attached to him as well over time. There wasn’t a tyrant father keeping them apart anymore, and even if Chloe was acting a bit weird today, she was still cute, and she couldn’t be too much of a bitch if she was Trent’s sister….. or maybe she could, Trent wasn’t exactly the friendliest person around, but he’d managed to put up with the older brother this long, surely the sister couldn’t be any worse? “Good thinking 99, I’ll get on that logbook immediately” he joked back, wondering if she’d get the inference at her being his sidekick. In fact she was the vital piece to the problem, and all the observations Jared made would amount to nothing without Chloe’s help.

Jared shrugged at her suggestion, having no real plan himself it was worth a try, but the Trent Jared knew had never been one to be overly fussy about the afterlife. If Trent had believed in religion and its affiliated ceremonies he probably would have killed himself ages ago in hopes of meeting Chloe in the afterlife. A grave did make sense, but something told Jared that Trent wouldn’t be too interested in looking for it. Furthermore the only person who really knew if a grave existed or not was Chloe’s father, who most likely wouldn’t be all too cooperative locating the grave. And even if they did manage to somehow convince Trent to ask his father about it, he doubted the altercation would go well, especially since the father would probably go to extreme lengths to hide the lie he’d told so long ago. Chloe’s plan only really worked if they could prove there wasn’t a grave, but neither them knew for sure if there actually was one or not. The last thing they wanted was to confront Trent and tell him that no grave existed only to find out that their father had gone to the length of purchasing a bodiless grave with Chloe’s name engraved on it. That’d probably guarantee Trent never trusting them again.

“Can’t say it’s a great idea, but it’s not like we’ve got anything else to work with, any idea where you’d be buried if you died?” he asked, feeling awkward about asking her such a thing. Biting his lip he frowned, pushing the last bit of his own cake in his mouth. “I’m guessing you’d be buried somewhere near your mother, so if you know where her grave is we should probably try there first… though it’s not like your grave has any sentimental value seeing as how it’s a fake, so there’s a chance the grave could be somewhere random…… Argh such a pain” he growled ruffling his hair, and emptying his glass which had been refilled during their conversation. “Not much of a 007 huh?” he sighed. His phone ringing as if to give him a lead. Jared reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, looking at the screen for a few moments before letting out a sigh. “Not to burst your bubble or anything but I’ve been called home, probably won’t be too long but….. right you don’t have a phone….” He frowned, frowning at the dilemma. They couldn’t even really stay in touch if they parted ways, and not knowing how long his little errand would take, Jared wanted to avoid setting a time and place to meet up. “Would it bother you if I told you to come with me? You can wait outside if it’d bother you so much, though I’ve got no idea what ‘she’ wants so it might take awhile.”

Normally he’d have her wait somewhere warm, but Jared was aware that Chloe didn’t have much time before sundown, and if she wasn’t even willing to drop by his house, she wouldn’t be willing to spend the night there. Typical of Trent’s sisters to be causing him trouble like this, but he couldn’t exactly force Chloe to trust him.
 
Chloe frowned a little at the idea of where her grave would be. Alright, after that dream or whatever in which she actually died, this kind of seemed creepy. So creepy that it gave her the shivers. However, his suggestions were pretty good. She could probably be 'buried' somewhere near to her mother's grave indeed. Now this was even a worse thought. Which reminded her that she rarely visited her mother's grave. She never really got the chance to go to her grave after Trent has left. Her father was so strict she could barely go out without a damn good reason like buying groceries. Either way, she doubted she would find her mother's grave so easily after so many years that passed. And Jared did have a point. There could be a chance that her own grave might have been randomly placed. Taking a sip of water as well, she bit her lip as she tried to find something else valuable. Now that she thought about it, she never asked about 'how she supposedly died'. Just as she was about to ask him if he knew, she heard a ringtone. Not hers for sure, because she never had a mobile in the first place. Else she would have long contacted Trent by her own. That is, if she knew his number. Nevertheless, the only reason she knew how to handle one was because she sometimes asked her classmates to borrow their phone to her so she could eventually call home if she was ever forced by the circumstances to arrive home later. Her father would go crazy if she ever missed the curfew.

Blinking at the sudden news that he was called home, she then nodded embarrassed, seeing how she really felt like a poor one. After all, she had no keys, no money and no phone right now. The only thing she had was the teddy bear from Trent. And the clothes of course. Seeing how he somehow gained her trust, Chloe decided that this time she would accept that much. "Sure, I don't mind. Besides, now that I'm not an airhead anymore and I do remember everything, I do trust you." she answered. "If I'm not too rude, who's 'she'?" she questioned frowning slightly as if to show she was confused and quite curious. "You know, if it's your girlfriend, I wouldn't like to interrupt something." she mumbled a little bit embarrassed.
 
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