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Redone Questions

@captainatarime tagged me in this questions thing, and even though I’ve done one before [here] , I’d like to fill it in again since the character’s situations have changed! c:

It’s all under the cut, and I’d like to once again apologise to you mobile users...

MOLLY

► Name ➔ Molly Usk ► Are you single? ➔ Yep, still single, still happy with that. ► Are you happy? ➔ I’m feeling pretty good today. ► Are you angry? ➔ Not as often. ► Are your parents still married? ➔ Gonna be real, they’re still dead.

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ Still Inkopolis. ► Hair Color ➔ Still Pink. ► Eye Color ➔ Still seafoam green. ► Birthday ➔ Still 14th June ! ► Mood ➔ Content, a little tired, determined. ► Gender ➔ Still Female.

► Summer or Winter ➔ I still think summer’s the best. ► Morning or afternoon➔ I like to sleep in, so the afternoon is best.

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love? ➔ Nope, sorry. ► Do you believe in love at first sight? ➔ STILL DUMB.

► Who ended your last relationship? ➔ This really doesn’t apply! ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ I don’t think I did, which is a relief. ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ I’m not sure. I don’t think so. ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ Yeah! Hugs are actually kinda important. ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ Maybe?? Might’ve been a prank? ► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ That’s kind of personal.

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ Yup, love. ► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ Lemonade reigns king. ► Cats or Dogs ➔ Voted dogs, I stand by my statement. ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ A few best friends are more reliable. ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ Wild night out? ► Day or night ➔ I like it when the sun’s out.

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ Yeah, though I don’t need to sneak anymore. ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ Who hasn’t. ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ I’d rather not talk about it.

► Wanted to disappear ➔ Unfortunately, I have.

FIVE PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ Eyes I guess???

► Fat or skinny ➔ Seriously, I don’t know or care.

► Shorter or Taller ➔ Shorter.

► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ Uuhh???

► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ I don’t really want either.

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ Mostly.

► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ Pretty much? ► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ One time. ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ No, Aunt Flo would never do that.

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends? ➔ Vivian isn’t really a ‘friend’. I should probably let her know, actually… uh, later…

► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ I’ve had some bad ones. The ones I have now are good. ► Who is your best friend ➔ Finn! We made up. ► Who knows everything about you ➔ Finn and I grew up together, so…

FINN

► Name ➔ Finn O’Sean ► Are you single? ➔ Still am, yeah…! ► Are you happy? ➔ Absolutely. I’ve got a good lot in life. ► Are you angry? ➔ I don’t get angry as much as frustrated? ► Are your parents still married? ➔ Yup!

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ Still Inkopolis! ► Hair Color ➔ A light turquoise, sometimes leaning on the blue side. ► Eye Color ➔ Soft pink. ► Birthday ➔ Still 19th June! ► Mood ➔ A little anxious, actually…no reason in particular. ► Gender ➔ Still Male. ► Summer or winter ➔ Summer’s the best time for hanging out outside! ► Morning or afternoon ➔ Afternoon, since I feel more awake around that time.

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love? ➔ I have a crush; that’s, uh , it’s different. ► Do you believe in love at first sight? ➔ It’s a romantic notion.

► Who ended your last relationship? ➔ Still haven’t had one! ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ I don’t think I have, and I hope I haven’t. ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ Absolutely not! ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ Yeah! It’s a good comfort, I’d recommend it.

► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ It’d be really cool if I had, but I don’t think so. ► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ Yyeeaahh…

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ Love!!!! ► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ Iced tea is niced tea-- ► Cats or Dogs ➔ I like cats better. ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ Few best is best! ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ U-um, the second option is still the better one.

► Day or night ➔ Night? I’m awake during most of it, but it’s fun to stay up intentionally.

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ Not at all, thankfully! ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ Er, yeah, today actually. ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ CAN YOU PLEASE NOT- ► Wanted to disappear ➔ I’d love to turn invisible when I make a social faux pas…

FIVE PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ Smile! ► Fat or skinny ➔ Skinny, maybe? ► Shorter or Taller ➔ Maybe a little taller. ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ Seriously, why not both?? ► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ Relationship of course!!

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ Yeah, we don’t get on eachother’s nerves or anything, and I have good memories of when we spend time together.

► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ Not at all!

► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ There’s no reason to do that? ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ I’d never be kicked out…!

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends? ➔ No, never!

► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ Right about now? Yeah, things have worked out.

► Who is your best friend ➔ Molly’s my best friend, but that doesn’t mean I’m never there for Marina. ► Who knows everything about you ➔ Molly and I met when we were SUPER young, did you know?

MARINA

► Name ➔ Marina Salt. Laugh it up. ► Are you single? ➔ Still single, but still better than being with Torrent. ► Are you happy? ➔ More than I was. ► Are you angry? ➔ I still get mad about stuff, yeah. ► Are your parents still married? ➔ They sure are …

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ Still The Underground, Octopolis. �� Hair Color ➔ It’s a sort of dark…red, ok? ► Eye Color ➔ Both my sclera and iris are green, though different shades. ► Birthday ➔ It’s still … the 8th of October… ► Mood ➔ Just got a high mark on a paper, feeling pretty good. ► Gender ➔ Still Female. ► Summer or winter ➔ Now that I’ve actually experienced surface-winter… I’m still gonna say winter. Snow is pretty amazing, as cold and inconvenient as it is.

► Morning or afternoon ➔ I love the morning light.

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love? ➔ Nah. ► Do you believe in love at first sight? ➔ Don’t be ridiculous.

► Who ended your last relationship? ➔ Best decision I ever made. ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ I hope so. ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ Only a little bit. ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ Not within the last week, and uh, I still don’t do hugs. ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ I’m starting to doubt it.

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ Seriously? I can’t believe that’s a thing.

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ Love is still the obvious choice. ► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ I’m not a fan of soda, so Iced Tea. ► Cats or Dogs ➔ Cats were worshipped by some of the way-way-back humans, I discovered that somewhere. Anyway, those fluffy entitled jerks are my favourite. ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ I’ve come to find a few best friends is better. ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ They still both sound kinda awful. ► Day or night ➔ The sun really is a nice thing to feel.

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ Nah, nobody to sneak from. ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ Are you trying to humiliate me? ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ Still hunting for those rare human artefacts. ► Wanted to disappear ➔ Nah I’m good thanks.

FIVE PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ I do like it when people smile at me, yeah? ► Fat or skinny ➔ Neither. ► Shorter or Taller ➔ Shorter. ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ Still gonna say Intelligence is better here.

► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ Hook-ups take less effort but I’m not looking for either right now.

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ We do nowadays, despite politics.

► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ From what I’ve seen . . . maybe? Could be worse. ► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ No? ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ No???

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends? ➔ I used to, but not now. ► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ Yes, they treat me right despite what I’ve said about them before. ► Who is your best friend ➔ Still probably Finn? ► Who knows everything about you ➔ Now that I think about it, probably dad.

[BRINE …. hasn’t changed a bit except for now canonically being born in Inkopolis so I’m skipping him]

PANSY

► Name ➔ Pansy Phyll ► Are you single? ➔ Sorry, but I’m taken! Missed your chance~ ► Are you happy? ➔ A lot more than I have been. ► Are you angry? ➔ Naaah. Well, maybe about some things, but not right this moment. ► Are your parents still married? ➔ Absolutely, I only saw them a few days ago and yup- still together.

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ Cuttledown. It’s slightly to the west of Calamari County! ► Hair Color ➔ Usually a yellow-going-on-orange colour.

► Eye Color ➔ Dark pink. ► Birthday ➔ It’s still 14th March! ► Mood ➔ Good, but trying to figure out what to do with these tickets, which I’m … er … I have mixed feelings about.

► Gender ➔ Female. ► Summer or winter ➔ Winter’s cold and awful despite the festivities, so summer! ► Morning or afternoon ➔ Mornings are still pretty difficult, so I still like the afternoon, but they’re both alright.

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love? ➔ Totally, absolutely! ► Do you believe in love at first sight? ➔ Er, sorry, that’s still a no.

► Who ended your last relationship? ➔ Definitely me. That one was more of a mistake than the others.

► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ Ahah, I might have. ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ Not at all! I don’t wanna scare Groa by asking him about marriage so soon, though. If you ask me, I think we should be certain first, and that could take time—we literally only just started dating.

► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ Well, I was staying with family, so plenty of hugs! ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ Yup, back in the day. Handled it a little poorly, honestly. ► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ By myself…??

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ Love still wins! ► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ Lemonade’s really good! ► Cats or Dogs ➔ Do you think if I ask my boyfriend really nicely he’ll find someone to clone me one of those little furry kittens from human times? I’m … joking, but they’re the darned cutest things… ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ How about lots of meaningful friends? ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ Wild night in, romantic night out, HA -- Anything goes! ► Day or night ➔ I do like the night, but I’ve started to like the day a little more too.

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ Still can’t remember, I don’t think—maybe? ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ It’s not funny, it hurts.

► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ Yeah! What, did you think I was gonna tell you or somethin’?

► Wanted to disappear ➔ It wasn’t a good year. ... Years.

FIVE PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ Don’t make me choose! … I stand by my statement that you need to see both to tell. And they’re both fantastic. ► Fat or skinny ➔ Still not fussy. ► Shorter or Taller ➔ It would be pretty poor of me to say ‘shorter’ now, wouldn’t it? ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ Attraction’s still the most important, I feel? ► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ Relationship, long term, PLEASE LAST--

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ I get along with some more than others, but I love ‘em. ► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ Nah, it’s had its ups and downs. ► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ Still didn’t ever do this. ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ Thinking on it – no, I haven’t even been kicked out by landlords. I’m a good egg I tells ya.

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends? ➔ If you hate them, they ain’t your friends. ► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ I have a fair pool of friends and I like each different. ► Who is your best friend ➔ Still gonna probably say Charlie, though Laine is ‘offishially’ my BFF. ► Who knows everything about you ➔ Mama knows ALL. Although when it comes to everything about what I want for me, I’d say... myself? Is that a good enough answer?

#OOC #Long post #Molly #Finn #Marina #Pansy #Memes

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meditatemoremedicateless · 6 years

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Rachel Has Two Hands (Hell is Empty pt. 2)

Fandom: Life is Strange Pairings: Amberrich, Pricerich, Amberprice, Amberpricerich Tags: polyamory, pining, fluff Words: 5,400

Summary: Steph struggles with her feelings about Rachel and Chloe's performance in The Tempest. Her starts spending more time with Chloe and Rachel, leading to an unexpected kiss and an even more unexpected conversation.

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By the time the cast party had officially started, Steph was sure she had it figured out. She was also sure she could explain why she was totally okay with what happened and how genuinely beautiful the performance had been. She'd just talk to Rachel sometime during the party and say that she and Chloe would make a beautiful couple and even though Steph liked her, she wasn't going to toss away a friendship out of jealousy. Queer girls have to stick together. They can't afford to burn bridges just because someone fell for someone else, else they would all become islands, as alone as Arcadia Bay on the coast of Oregon.

The cast party was at Hayden's house because it was the biggest and his family was already used to the Vortex Club using it from when his older brother had been a member. Everyone was split up into their little cliques, like Nathan, Victoria, and their friend Taylor on the stairs after returning from smoking weed in the bathroom, or Steph, Dana, Juliet, and Hayden hanging out on the couch and piano bench. Hayden's mom apparently had the biggest goddamn grand piano Steph had ever seen outside of an orchestral hall, which immediately explained a lot of things about him. Rachel was supposed to get dropped off by her parents, so she was running a little late, and the crew kids like Brooke and Luke mostly kept to themselves, so it felt kind of weak for a cast party.

Dana got a text and checked her phone. A second later, she asked out, "Hey, Hayden - Rachel's walking here with Chloe, is that cool?"

What?!

"Uhhh yeah, totally. Do they need a pick-up?"

"I dunno, let me check."

Rachel sent texts faster than Steph could talk, so only a few seconds later Dana called, "Nope, they're almost here."

Oh shit.

Steph had been mentally preparing this whole time to talk to Rachel because Rachel would already be hanging out with her. But the prospect of pulling her away from Chloe to have the conversation about how totally cool she was with them getting together was on a whole new level. Steph considered herself a pretty tough cookie - stoic, even, when she had to be - but she could only make so strong a face in so little time. She wasn't ready. She wasn't ready to hear why Rachel chose Chloe over her.

"Wow, the fire's getting pretty crazy," said Taylor from the hall. "The air quality outside is getting really bad, and containment's dropped to 10 percent. Apparently we're advised to stay in-doors until air quality improves? Crazy."

No. No no no this cannot be happening. Steph wanted to leap to her feet and flee, just walk home in the dead of night, but she knew no one here would let her - walking outside while ash rained from the sky was a stupid idea and she knew it. She was going to be stuck here until morning with Rachel like she had planned to be. Unless. Unless.

Steph stood up and said, "Hey, uh, Hayden, I kind of . . . feel sick. And with the fire, I don't think I should walk home . . . do you think you could give me a ride?"

He sat there and blinked for a few seconds, looking Steph up and down, probably picking up that she looked perfectly fine.

Still, Hayden was a cool dude. Finally, he shrugged and said, "Yeah, I guess."

Rachel: i didnt see you last night.

Rachel: hayden said you were sick Rachel: how are you feeling?

Rachel: steph?

Rachel: i'll see you at the showing tonight, OK? i want to talk to you.

Rachel: you ran off again Rachel: are you mad at me?

Steph: I'm not mad

It was midnight, Saturday night giving way to Sunday, and they had two shows to run the next day. Steph didn't have time to stay up tonight, but once she was back in her bed again, in the dark, alone, she had started crying. She absolutely hated how upset she was. She had absolutely no fucking right to be ignoring Rachel. This was exactly the sort of behavior that could devastate her hopes for a small circle of queer friends - being jealous and petty and slinking away into the night to be alone.

She had just been caught off guard. She had gotten her hopes up, sitting alone and flirting with Rachel in the dressing room. She had taken Rachel's fun and flirtation as an indicator of her feelings, when she knew that was just how she acted. She liked that about Rachel. She liked the way she could charm and dazzle her way through anything, how she always picked herself back up when she started feeling insecure, how she could make anyone feel special.

Rachel: are you avoiding me?

Steph: Yeah. I haven't known what to say to you, and I still don't.

Rachel: did i do something wrong?

Steph: no, it's nothing like that.

Rachel: do you want to be left alone?

Steph didn't answer that, which proved to be enough of an answer by itself.

The Culmination Fire died suddenly in the night, and by the time Steph left for the school the next day, the air quality was almost back to normal. At the very least, Steph didn't have to come on stage and announce that audience members with asthma or other breathing difficulties would be given tickets for next week or full refunds if they wanted to leave. Steph kept herself busy constantly, and for most of the day she felt normal, no time to think of Rachel when Prospera was the one needing attention. They were never alone long enough to have a conversation that wasn't immediately about the play, and Steph biked off by herself during lunch time.

And that is how, on this ashy-gray Sunday afternoon, Steph ended up getting her lunch at the Two Whales diner only seconds before Chloe Price walked through the door.

Steph anticipated dread when she ran into Chloe again, but to her surprise, it didn't feel any different than the other few times they'd seen each other on campus.

"Hey Steph, what's up?" Chloe asked, sliding into the other side of the booth as if they'd planned to meet up. "Heard your cast's been crushing it."

Steph smirked. "Oh, they have. Maybe not quite as hard as Friday, but our troupe isn't slouching. The Tempest's script, on the other hand . . ."

"Pff, yeah, that thing is, uh, and don't tell the Bard I said this but, it's kind of a mess."

Chloe had dyed her hair since they talked on Friday - just a streak of blue among the blonde, like Rachel's feather earring. It looked goofy, but cute. She'd come in wearing a beanie but dropped it on the table, making them look a little less like the lead members of an alternative girl band together, if not by much.

Steph quirked her eyebrows, bemused. "This - coming from the girl who learned like a dozen lines in a few minutes and improv'd her way into the Beacon and Totem? You sure seemed to jive with the mess."

Chloe leaned back in the booth, pleased at the praise. "I guess it's just in my nature to surprise people. For instance, Principal Wells? Not the happiest dude when it turned out I was reppin' Blackwell on the front page the same day he kicked me out. The message he left my Mom was . . ." she pressed her fingers close to her lips as if she were holding a joint and inhaled, then let out a dreamy sigh. "Epic. Totally worth the expulsion."

Steph snickered, taking a bite of her food. Chloe's eyes very obviously followed her hands down to her plate, begging for fries without asking for them.

Steph took the hint and said, "Here, how about as a thank-you for saving my ass, I buy you lunch?

"Deal," Chloe replied without hesitation. Grinning, she leaned back forward in her seat and stuck her hand out of the booth. "Yo, Mom!" she called.

One of the waitresses, a middle-aged blonde woman with the red-purple bags under the eyes of an insomniac, approached the table with an already-irritated, "Yes, Chloe?"

Chloe gestured across the table. "This lovely lady would like to treat me to lunch, for which I'll have chicken tenders, please."

The waitress - Joyce, her name tag said - put her hands on her hips and turned to Steph. "Now, is my daughter extorting you or is these chicken tenders given of your own free will?"

Steph held her hands up, as if surrendering. "Hey, Chloe deserves a lunch for saving The Tempest. I don't suppose you got a chance to see her in action?"

"I didn't even know she could act," Joyce replied with a scathing look, Chloe smiling back innocently. "But I'm glad she helped out. Maybe that'll make Mr. Wells think twice about his decision to expel her."

She sighed wearily, then said, "But chicken tenders, got it. It's nice to meet you . . .?"

"Steph. Stephanie Gingrich. It's nice to meet you too."

"Hello Stephanie, I'm Joyce. And I'll be right back."

As Joyce walked away, Chloe's attention rounded back to Steph. There were a few seconds of pause while Steph glanced around the diner, but Chloe brought her back with a sudden, "So, how did things go with Rachel?" Steph's blood ran cold. "Did you shoot your shot or what?"

"A-are you serious?" Steph asked, dumbfounded.

Is she insensitive as hell or just stupid? What?

Chloe blinked, surprised. "Uuhh?" she asked, sitting forward in her seat again. "I mean, yeah . . . you made it seem like you were really itching to do it, so I figured you would this weekend . . . while you've been around her so much."

Steph had a growing suspicion she had made a terrible mistake. "Aren't you . . . dating her?"

Now Chloe looked even more confused. "What? No . . . didn't we already have this conversation on Friday?"

"But . . ." Steph tried to pull all the disparate details, all the things that absolutely confirmed to her that they had been dating. "But, the play. That improv wasn't just in-character, that was you two talking. It was, like - fuck dude, it was seriously romantic. And then you two walked to the cast party together, like . . . like . . ."

Steph faltered as Chloe's face changed from 'I'm confused' to 'Are you an idiot?' Steph had watched Chloe give that face to almost everyone, but she hadn't ever had it directed at her. It was just a look, but it stung.

Chloe glanced down at the table for a second, clearing her expression, then back up at Steph. "Dude, what? That wasn't Rachel asking me out, that was her offering to run away with me."

What.

"Why . . . what?"

Chloe said, "Look, I don't really want to get into details or anything, but things have been . . . shit for me at home recently. For Rachel, too. I ran away from home for a few days and her family kind of took me in. That's why I was wearing, like, that jacket that was three sizes too small, and why I needed to go to the dorms. We walked to the party together to talk about running away but we didn't, like, do it. Running was only going to make our problems worse."

"I . . ."

Fuck!!

Steph pushed her plate into the center of the table so she could just drop her face straight onto the table. "I'm so fucking stupid!" she groaned. She hit her head once more in agitation. When she looked up, it all came out in a rush: "I thought you were wearing her jacket because you like, stayed the night. Like, stayed the night not had a fucking sleepover. And the whole improvised bit looked and sounded so much like a proposal it was like you two were about ready to just, start a life together or something. I - fuck!" Steph clutched the sides of her head. "I'm dumb! And I've been avoiding Rachel all weekend because of it!"

Chloe looked overwhelmed and doe-eyed, but all that came out of her mouth was a scoff: "Dude, what?"

Steph didn't have an immediate answer, and before she could think of anything to say, Joyce swooped in and dropped a basket of chicken tenders in front of Chloe. It distracted Chloe long enough for her to say, "Oh, hey, can I get barbecue and ranch, please?"

Her mother rolled her eyes and said, "I'll be right back," before continuing her loop around the diner.

Chloe took a minute to shove some fries in her mouth before remembering that they were having a conversation. She wiped her fingers on a napkin and said, "Alright, Steph, so. After Friday I was under the impression you were like, really good at communication and stuff, but it looks like you totally over-thought this into a problem that didn't need to be a problem. Even if our scene was like, kind of romantic or whatever, and even if she does like me back at all, it still seems like you should talk to her about it instead of . . . whatever you've been doing."

Chloe gave an abashed smile that quickly disappeared. "Weird advice, coming from me, I know, but seriously."

Steph's head was still cradled in her hands, but at least she was looking across the table instead of actively self-destructing. "So you do like her?" she asked.

"I'm only human," Chloe replied with a shrug and another fleeting smile. "But right now, I think she needs a friend more than . . . something else. From me, at least."

Steph shook her head. "I may be an idiot, but if you think she just wants to be your friend, so are you."

"I know," Chloe replied, like an admission of guilt.

Chloe turned to her food, and Steph took a minute to herself, to self-flagellate over how badly she'd fucked up and how it would be no wonder if Rachel's interest in her vanished like Steph had vanished on her. Whether or not Rachel would ever return her feelings, though, wasn't the point anymore. She had a friendship to salvage.

Steph: hey Rachel. I ran into Chloe during my lunch and I realized I totally blew it. After the play Friday night I thought you two were together and I thought you were just going to explain why you'd decided to go out with Chloe. I made everything in my head a way bigger deal than it was and I've been acting like a dick. I got so caught up in my version of what was going on I didn't even try to talk to you and that was so, so stupid, and I'm really sorry. I don't know how you feel about me or Chloe, but I know I really want to be your friend and be supportive.

Rachel texted back less than a minute later.

Rachel: steph, you are deep down kind of an idiot. but i get it. Rachel: im with my mom right now and its not a great time to talk but can we please talk later?

Steph: yeah, of course. I'll see you at the next show.

Steph sighed as she put her phone away.

"Wha'she say?" Chloe asked through a mouthful of food.

"Just that she wants to talk," Steph replied, leaning back in her seat, now resigned.

Chloe swallowed her food so she could talk properly and said, "Well, that doesn't sound like you've totally screwed the pooch. Maybe there's hope for you yet."

Steph shrugged, then said, "Well . . . thanks Chloe. For the heads-up. This could have gone worse, amazingly."

"No problem," she said, waving away the thanks. "I make a great supporting character."

Steph and Chloe both snorted.

After a short pause, Chloe said, "Hey, wait, don't you have to be back at the school like . . . now? The next show starts at 4:00, right?"

"WHAT?!"

Steph pulled out her phone and checked the time. Sure enough, it was 3:20, and she was supposed to have been back at the school five minutes ago at the latest.

"OhmyfuckinggodyouhavetobekiddingmehowamIthisbigofanidiotI'lldie-"

"Steph, yo, chill," Chloe interrupted. "Just get the check and I'll give you a ride."

Steph stared at Chloe with anxious befuddlement. "Since when . . . do you have a car?" Steph had literally seen Chloe get dropped off at school on Friday.

Chloe shrugged. "I kind of fixed up an old junker yesterday; it's mine now. You've had your tetanus shot, right?"

Steph didn't like the sound of that question.

The conversation with Rachel was much more 'Rachel talking about what was going on with her' than Steph had anticipated, and very little on why she was turning Steph down. As soon as they got into things, though, Steph just felt embarrassed and ashamed for putting another thing on her when she already had so much going on. She had just found out her mom wasn't her biological mother a few days ago, and that her father withheld her mother's e-mails and letters because she abandoned her as a toddler. She had been a heroin addict during the 1990s opioid epidemic, and although she had assured and re-assured Rachel's dad for years that she was clean now, she had respected his wishes to keep her away from Rachel. That was, at least, until this past week.

When Steph had asked her about the whole 'running away with Chloe thing', she talked about how she and Chloe met for the first time on Tuesday, about Chloe's mom's boyfriend moving in against her wishes, and how Rachel had asked her parents to take Chloe in for a while. How they only treated her nicely until she revealed she knew about Rachel's bio mom, and how Rachel's dad flipped on her and treated her like a street rat. Rachel nervously confessed how she had found Chloe, and Chloe had found her just in time for their lives to fall apart, and for them to be there for each other when they did.

Steph had been so caught up in her own life, and all the stuff going on with Mikey and Drew and their dad, it hadn't occurred to her how much could be going on outside of what she could see. She always felt like she could see things more clearly than other people, could see how pieces fit together - it was why she made a good stage manager, why she was a good artist. But there were some things she couldn't just piece together from context.

Rachel said she wasn't ready for a relationship right now, and Steph admitted she wasn't ready to date Rachel, that she didn't know her well enough to make a good girlfriend. They agreed they wanted to get to know each other better, and hugged each other tight, and that was it for a while.

Once The Tempest was over, Steph thought she'd have more free time to spend with Rachel, but as classes began to ramp up into finals and Rachel spent more lunches and weekends off with Chloe, they saw each other less for a while. At first that made her sad, but Rachel kept coming back happier, shining brighter than she did before.

Chloe and Steph started to hang out more, too. Chloe's de facto step father, David, proved to be an anthropomorphized kick in the pants, nevermind one of the most pro-authority bootlickers Steph ever had the displeasure of meeting, so Chloe showed up more and more at Blackwell to pick Steph up from the dorms and go for a drive.

Somewhere down the line from watching Bladerunner together and shitting on dudes from 4chan, the two of them realized their mutual love for cyberpunk and deep disdain for most men who professed to like cyberpunk. Mikey and Drew were not those men, though, so sometime in the middle of May the four of them started up a game of Shadowrun after bidding farewell to Calimastia and Elamon. After Chloe's ork street samurai, Mikey's elf mage, and Drew's human decker pulled off their first run, Chloe and Steph managed to peer pressure Rachel into joining as well. She showed up with a dryad shaman and, to no one's surprise, she and Chloe quickly dominated the roleplaying part of the game, although with very different angles (re: their characters were like, super mean to each other).

And this is how, the game night after school let out for the summer, Steph, Chloe, and Rachel ended up bringing backpacks full of homework to the fire ring next to Arcadia Bay's light house. There they drank beer Rachel managed to flirt into her possession and lit the past year on fire, cursing it and all of the shit it had brought them. They all drank too much and Chloe needed an hour or two to be sober enough to drive, so they ended up sitting on the beach, watching the waves roll in and out and the moonlight glimmer over the restless ocean. Chloe, as she often did after drinking, opened up a little, talked about her old friend Max, who had loved pirates and photographs, the girl she'd thought would become her high school sweet heart and marry, but they'd never even kissed and then she fucking left. And she turned petty to keep from turning sad and said how annoying it was that she'd never kissed a girl, didn't even know what it was like.

"It's easy," Steph told her, and held the side of her face as she kissed her.

Chloe was too stunned to even kiss back at first, but she got on her knees and turned so they could face each other properly, and the kiss was rough and they were a little drunk but it was warm and good. It was cute - Rachel even gave a little 'aww' - until Chloe's hand dropped high up on Steph's thigh and she squeezed and Steph moaned into their kiss.

Eventually, Rachel said, "Um, guys?" and they realized what they were doing, and Chloe laughed but Steph was crimson, invisible though it might be in the night.

Steph got dropped off at home first and tried her best to be quiet, but Meiser wouldn't stop barking after she got through the door and she had to shush him and feed him until he went back to bed. She fell asleep still half-clothed and exhausted, but woke up for the first time at 5:30am to a new text message from Rachel.

Rachel: hey, steph? chloe and i kind of just had sex and im having a lot of confusing feelings. Rachel: but i want to talk to both of you tomorrow, or this weekend at least Rachel: i like you and i just want a chance to talk to you both before this one thing makes a decision for me

Steph was jealous, of course. Insanely jealous. Rabidly jealous. But she was more sleepy than even that, so she fell back asleep without sending a reply.

She didn't wake up again until almost 1:00pm, and by then she had several more messages.

Rachel: just lmk when youre up and OK to talk? Rachel: i hope youre not mad at me

And from Chloe.

Chloe: Hey dude i'm really sorry if i kinda... escalated that kissing situation last night esp. when we were drunk.

Steph decided it was best to hold off replying until she'd had breakfast and coffee. Thus, it was almost 2:00pm when she texted them both.

Steph: heya Chloe. it's honestly okay. i liked it, but we don't need to make a thing of it, it was just nice.

Steph: hey Rachel. idk what type of conversation you're looking to have, but last night was weird and i'm not mad. i'm jealous, for sure, but, like, who you have sex with is none of my business.

Whatever else happened, she wasn't going to let this blow up her friendships. She'd been steeling herself against the possibility of Rachel and Chloe getting together this whole time, and she wasn't going to freak out again if that's how today ended. These friendships were new, but they mattered to her, and she'd fight for them.

Chloe showed up at Steph's house first, to her surprise, so they hung out downstairs and absolutely did not talk about what was son their minds. Instead, they played Super Smash Brothers and waited, even holding back on the smack talk because they were both fragile at the moment and they knew it. Even when Rachel finally arrived, they just switched to Mario Kart Wii and continued to avoid the conversation for a good hour.

Eventually, though, Rachel would not let this stand any further.

After they finished their third 150cc cup, Rachel set her controller down and said, "Guys? We need to talk."

Steph winced. Even if that was the reason why they were here, those were precisely the words she didn't want to hear. Nonetheless, she shut off the Wii and TV. Rachel patted the ground in front of her, and Chloe slipped from Steph's couch to the ground beside her. Steph followed suit, crossing her legs then dropping into her self-made seat.

How do you even start a conversation like this?

Rachel took a deep breath. "First, I just want to acknowledge that we were drinking last night, and things got a little messy and I may have things kind of askew in my head. But the thing is, on my end at least . . . I liked how last night went."

Chloe glanced between them. Her jaw was set and tense, like she was grinding her teeth, her brow furrowed. She asked, "What are you . . . referring to?"

Rachel brushed her hair behind her ear. "Well, um. I told Steph that we . . . were together last night. And I liked that. But I liked all of it. Like, when you two kissed," she tapped her finger-tips together, as if to mimic their kiss, "- that was pretty nice. And just. The whole thing."

"I thought that made you really uncomfortable?" Steph asked, puzzled.

Rachel shook her head. "No, not, uh, exactly. I thought it was cool, I just . . . maybe liked it too much and I thought that might go weird places."

It took a few seconds to Rachel's meaning to sink it, but it clicked into place with an, "Oh," from Steph.

Rachel started speaking faster now, "Yeah, and I liked it but I also felt pretty jealous because I'd never kissed either of you and that did go kind of weird places," she gave Chloe a pointed glance, but Chloe clearly didn't know how to emote in response.

Visibly uncomfortable, Chloe asked, "Rachel . . . what are you trying to say?"

Rachel put her head in her hands and rocked back and forth for a few seconds, collecting her thoughts. Then she said, "Look, I know that I like both of you. I've known that the whole time, I just . . . I thought I had to decide who I really like or I was going to fuck everything up. But I think going about things that way is where I'm fucking up. I think I just have to tell you both that I like you and I want to know if that is a thing that could be okay with you."

Steph blinked, another piece of the puzzle clicking into place. "Wait, are you saying you want to date Chloe and me?"

Rachel nodded vigorously, visibly relieved that Steph had put it into words. "I do. I know we've only been hanging out together for a few weeks but I really like this. I'd just like to . . . add some stuff. Like. Kissing and having sex . . . please."

Steph was dumbstruck. She wasn't repulsed or anything, she just had absolutely not expected the conversation to go this place and had not been prepared in the slightest. She hadn't even pictured this as a possibility. She wasn't even sure it was a possibility. How do you date two people concurrently?

Chloe raised her hand as she were in a classroom, and Rachel nodded at her. Chloe said, "Yeah, well, if Steph's into it, I am. I like you - you know that. I'm willing to talk about it, at least."

How is it that easy for her? What?

Rachel's attention turned back to Steph, and she made her nervous hair-brush tic again. "Steph?"

"I . . . I have no idea," Steph said, making a huge shrug. "I don't know what this would look like. Dates, hangouts, holidays - what would any of it look like? And what would Chloe and I be to each other then?"

"I dunno, friends?" Rachel said, shrugging in response. "Or . . . you could also . . ." she made another gesture like she had for their kiss, but more tentatively. She was blushing bright red, somehow more embarrassed about whatever she was trying to say now than all the bold stuff she'd already said.

"Also?" Steph asked. "Kiss? Or . . . date?" She grew increasingly perplexed with each question.

Rachel nodded again, tiny, nervous nods. Steph didn't think she'd ever seen her this meek about something, and knew she was stumbling into something Rachel wanted, but didn't know how to say.

Steph started to get caught in the same bog of embarrassment as Rachel. "I don't . . . think Chloe would be into dat-" but something about the way Chloe was looking at her gave her pause, and silence reigned for a moment.

"D-do you?" Steph finally stuttered out.

Chloe scratched the back of her head and replied, quiet, her voice mostly vocal fry: "I'd be down . . . if you are." When Steph just blinked at her, Chloe continued, more confidently, "You're like, really dorky and cute and hot, dude. Why do you think I was so into our kiss last night?"

"Because . . . because . . . we were drunk and . . ." Steph blinked dumbly for a few seconds, then just dropped onto her back. "BECAUSE I'M DUMB, OKAY?"

Today was too much. This whole conversation was entirely too much.

Eventually, from the floor Steph said, "Look, okay, yes. I like you both differently but I know if you asked separately I'd totally say yes. But is there like, a manual, or . . . something? I don't know what to do with the idea of two girlfriends."

"Actually," Rachel said with a self-conscious chuckle, "I kind of . . . was looking it up on my phone in the middle of the night, and there's like, a whole relationship-help genre for polyamorous people, and I was thinking if you two said 'yes' we could maybe buy some and read them together?"

Steph let out the longest sigh and then, "You're serious, aren't you?"

Rachel said, "I am."

"Chloe?"

"Hm?"

"I don't have a lot of date ideas yet, but if you're going to be sleeping over as often as you have been, we should . . . do that."

"Works for me."

Rachel scooted into Steph's field of view, raising up a finger for attention. She asked, "Steph?

"Yeah?"

"You and I are the only ones who haven't kissed yet. Would you mind if we did?"

Everything was already so crazy. And if there was any part of this that would make all the crazy feel worthwhile . . . maybe that was it. "Sure," she said. "Like, yes."

And Rachel leaned over and kissed her gently, sweetly, her curtain of hair falling over the both of them, blotting out everything but that long, lovely kiss.

When it ended, Rachel whispered, "Girlfriends?"

"Girlfriends," Steph whispered back, her voice filled with wonder.

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