Oh my god I finally wrote something outside of my creative writing class for the first time in months. Please have my unedited 400 something word drabble about Chloe and Shara because they have me in a chokehold.
Shara Wheeler’s hair is distractingly pink. Distracting in the can’t stop staring, wanting to run her fingers through it, wondering how Shara would react if she leaned in and curled a single strand around her finger kind of way. Chloe wants to scream.
The first time Shara had dyed her hair pink it had been a different kind of distraction. A slightly infuriating one. Now it had Shara’s name echoing in Chloe’s head like a prayer which was probably the closest to religious she’d ever get.
Shara had let the fading pink grow out the first year Chloe was at NYU. Whether that was Shara’s choice or her parents still remained unclear and Chloe had never found herself with the urge to ask, typically too focused on other things when she was in Shara’s company.
But a few weeks ago Shara had stormed into their crap motel room with a pair of shears and some box dye from wherever the hell she found that stuff in what was essentially the middle of nowhere.
Chloe thought herself a decent writer but straddling Shara’s lap, carefully cutting curtain bangs and brushing hot pink dye through her hair she could have become a goddamn poet. Sappho would’ve been proud.
Shara still frustrated her the same way she frustrated Shara but it wasn’t the same as it used to be. Now it was remarks with none of the bite whispered between soft kisses and nothing arguments had over warm, and too bitter, cups of gas station coffee.
Said cup of gas station coffee had a smudge of Shara’s lip gloss on it and Chloe’s eyes darted right to Shara’s lips. She knew what that lip gloss tasted like. Had kissed it off her lips alongside that smudge smirk so many times the memory was burned into her. Could remember every goddamn time Shara had handed her the clear container to hold onto with a faux innocent smile and horribly sticky kiss to the cheek. She could also remember all the times she had nearly died laughing when Shara’s hair got caught in that same lip gloss and she was left spluttering while Chloe grinned what could only be described as a cheshire grin.
The point was Chloe Green loved Shara Wheeler. Because of her distractingly bright pink hair and her ability to turn the most mundane moments into a scene straight from a book and her clumsy moments where Chloe not only knew she was imperfect but she looked it and Chloe still looked like the heart eyes emoji anyway. And it was infinitely more satisfying when Shara looked at her the same way and some little piece of her heart told her that Shara Wheeler loved her back.