Yes, I wrote something else. This took about an hour, and I needed to write something that wasn't so damn angsty. I wanted to do some fluff for shits and giggles, but while I thought this would just be a one-shot I found that it felt more like a two-parter. So. Enjoy! :)

Stay Hella, Cinnamon Rolls!

Part One

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this, Kate Marsh," Max Caulfield says as she looked at herself in the mirror, "I-I look ridiculous!"

"You look so pretty, Max! You need to be more confident," Kate said as Rachel finished Max's makeup.

"She's right, Maxie. Besides, how you gonna argue with my girl?" Rachel said as she playfully wrapped her arm around Kate's shoulder, "You need to get out of this dorm room! A blind date is perfect. I even set you up with one of my friends, so don't get worked up!"

"And who is this friend? Ugh, I've only been here a month and I'm being driven from my home," Max groaned, casually peeking at her reflection.

Max couldn't deny that Kate and Rachel's powers combined made for a formidable, prettier Max. Her hair still down with a single braid on the left side, Max's traditional jeans and t-shirt were replaced with a pink sundress with black leggings and her trademark sneakers. Makeup done to compliment and not exaggerate, Rachel had made a point of ensuring that the freckles remained. Sighing in resignation, Max meekly looked down at her feet before glancing up in time to see Rachel give Kate a kiss on the cheek.

Surprise Couple of the Century, Max couldn't help but think as she blushed and giggled at the two lovebirds. Despite coming from a pretty conservative household, Kate was open to love in any shape or form. When Max had arrived at Blackwell last month, she had been taking photos outside when Rachel approached her about possibly taking some shots of her and her girlfriend. Blushing, Max had said that would be fine only to be floored by the sight of quiet Kate Marsh following Rachel into Max's room. Despite their different personalities and quirks, Kate and Rachel had come to represent a love that Max wanted for herself. Maybe tonight will be it. Nahhhhh.

Grabbing her camera bag, Max double-checked its contents. Camera? Check. Sketchbook? Check. Nintendo 3DS? Check. Phone? Ultra-Mega Check. Satisfied, Max looked up and grimaced at the amused looks on her friends' faces. Putting a hand on her hip, Max was caught off-guard as she heard a camera go off from her open door and even more surprised when it went off as she spun around.

"Twirl that skirt, Caulfield!" Victoria Chase giggled as Kate and Rachel joined in on the laughter, "Wow. Who's the lucky girl, Kate?"

"I don't know," Kate said with a shrug as he walked over to look at the shots Victoria had taken, "The twirling of the skirt! Ohh! That should totally be in Everyday Heroes, Victoria! But yeah, Rachel won't tell me. Despite our closeness, she's not sharing."

"And spoil the absolute surprise?" Rachel said with a smirk as she started to gently nudge Max out the door, "Hell no!"

"Rachel!" Kate said with an irritated look.

"Oops. Sorry, babe," Rachel said as she poked at Kate's shoulder, "Still sweet on me?"

"Reluctantly," Kate said, her face becoming slightly flush before she was startled by Victoria taking a picture of her, "Vic, stop!"

Max chuckled as Victoria waltzed back into her room, waving her camera in the air mischievously as she closed her door. Victoria Chase, criminal mastermind and junior paparazzo. Feeling butterflies in her stomach, Max tried to dart back inside her room only for her door to be closed almost in her face by Rachel.

"No running away, Max. We tried to set you up last week, but you didn't even bat an eye when you said no. Give us a chance, give your date a chance! You always hang out on campus, but you never go with us into Arcadia Bay! Live it up!" Rachel said, trying to encourage Max as she and Kate pulled the brunette by her arms down the hall. Getting some giggles and waves from Dana, Juliet, and Brooke, Max mouthed Help to Alyssa only to get a grin and shaking of the head in return. Agh, traitors! You're all Cylons!

Max felt like a preschooler all over again as she sat on the bus, Kate on one side of her and Rachel on the other. They wouldn't tell Max where she was being shipped off to, they wouldn't tell her who her date was, and Rachel was holding off telling Max what to look for until she was at their destination. Ugh, this sucks! I could be watching a movie or, Dog, even dating their first attempt at coupling me. Sure, Warren is a sweet guy, but there wasn't really any connection on our date. At least, not on my end. Maybe it's better that I don't try him again. Ugh, this sucks!

Max didn't mind being the shy geek of her floor or her entire class. She'd been that way since she was a kid and it had never caused her too many problems. Of course, it had cost her the ability to make any lasting friendships. Leaving Arcadia Bay for Seattle five years ago with her parents, Max had left behind the only person she really felt ever understood her. Chloe. Bet she's in Cali or somewhere cool right now, exploring the world like we always said we would. I wrote her lots for the first few months I was gone, but I never got a reply back. Eventually, I just stopped altogether. Five years. How do you tell your friends that a single person has scared you out of an entire town?

"Max?" Kate asked as the bus lurched to a stop, "Hey, Earth to Max. Uh, Rachel? I think she's spaced out again."

"Maxine Caulfield-" Rachel called out, Max's head involuntarily turning to lock eyes with Rachel.

"Max. Not Maxine," Max said as she was pulled out of her head, "Wait. What?" Rachel and Kate giggled at Max's stupefied expression as she looked out the window. "Isn't this the Chinese place we order from on Saturdays? I thought you told me it was a take-out only place!"

"Clever deception," Rachel insisted, winking, "This is where you get off, Max."

Pushed toward the front of the bus, Rachel and Kate blocked the way back to the seats as Max desperately looked at the driver. David Madsen glanced at her apologetically before grinning and gesturing with his chin toward the bus's open door. Sighing in defeat, Max slowly plodded out of the bus and onto the sidewalk before spinning around to look at Rachel and Kate through the closed doors.

"You didn't give me any clues to look for!" Max said as she put her palms up against the fiberglass windows of the bus's only entrance or exit, a pout on her lips, "Are you two cereal?"

"You'll know when you see," Rachel said through the closed door before she took Kate's offered hand and the two went to sit next to the door, Rachel blowing a kiss and Kate waving as the bus trailed off to its next stop.

"This is such bullshit," Max mumbled before she straightened herself up. Making sure one final time that everything was in place, Max slowly walked down the sidewalk and into Happy Dragon.

"Hi," Max said to the woman at the desk, trying to sound cheerful, "Reservation for two? It's under 'Rachel Amber'." I'm going to troll the crap out of you for this, Rachel. I'll bombard your Facebook with pictures of angry cats…or something equal in irritatingly cuteness…

Seeing the waitress grab a menu and motion to follow, Max held onto her arm with her other hand as she walked through the double doors leading into the dining area.

Rachel, so help me God, if this is some lame-ass attempt at getting me out of you and Kate's hair I will hella stomp both your asses, Chloe said as she slumped in her chair at Happy Dragon. Coming here a few nights ago with the two sickeningly cute lovebirds, Rachel had mentioned a new girl at Blackwell who she 'just knew' Chloe would fall head over heels for. The only time my heels come over my head is when I get too drunk or high to stand, smart-ass. I can't believe I let her talk me into this, let alone dress the fuck up. Why did Dad have to play along with this schtick?

Dressed in a nice jacket with a white shirt, Chloe had refused the pants in favor of a nice pair of black jeans and her favorite boots. Tempted to light up a joint right then and there, Hella calm my goddamn nerves, Chloe gulped as she heard the waitress approaching form behind. Yanking her beanie off of her head, Chloe ran her fingers through her hair to try and look somewhat presentable when she saw the waitress offer the other chair to a girl in a pink sundress. She's cute. Gotta give Rachel credit-, Chloe thought before both girls looked into each other's faces as they sat at the table.

"Holy shit," Max and Chloe said in unison as they gawked at one another. A moment of incredibly awkward silence creeped through, Chloe frowning slightly as Max bashfully looked away with her cheeks lightly flushed. Returning with jasmine tea, the waitress coughed when she realized the two girls hadn't even noticed her.

"Oh! Uh…I'll have the broccoli and mushroom entrée with white rice," Max sputtered, not even looking at the menu, "Also, an order of vegetable eggrolls." Finished with her order, Max glanced over at Chloe for a split-second before looking away again. Wowsers. They set me up with Chloe. Of all people. I think this is my karma for hiding at Blackwell for so long…

"Um…the same, I guess?" Chloe said with a shrug as she handed her menu to the waitress, the woman plastering a strained smile on her face as she walked off with their orders towards the kitchen. Chloe looked down at her lap, trying to come up with something to tell the girl she hadn't seen for five years. Holy shit, Max grew up nice. Like, hella nice. I thought the dress was cute, but when I saw it was Max everything got even better. Shit, what do I say? I never wrote her back, never called or anything! Wait. She didn't call or message me after those first few months, either. Yeah. No, she probably stopped because I never started.

"Ugh, everything is so fucked up!" Chloe blurted out before she clamped her hand onto her mouth, her eyes opening wide as she realized what had escaped her lips. Shit shit shit!

"Well, there is that," Max agreed, her tone unreadable to Chloe as the brunette looked the bluenette in the eye for a moment before taking a sip of her hot tea, "How about 'Hi, Max. I haven't seen you in years. How are you?' I think that would work."

"Uh…hi, Max. I haven't seen you-" Chloe started with a grimace as she saw Max's expression go from pleasant to irritation.

"You're actually copying what I said? So smooth, Chloe. Like sandpaper."

"I'm trying," Chloe snapped back, catching Max off-guard with her slightly pained tone, "I feel like I've just been trapped by my best friend into meeting with…with…"

"With the girl you never wrote back?"

"Shit. Yeah, the girl I never wrote back. But you never called or anything, Max! What was I supposed to do?" Chloe said, lowering her voice back down as her short outburst attracted unwanted attention.

"Write back, Chlo," Max said, feeling fatigued from the emotional shock of suddenly being on a date with the one girl she was hiding from, "Why didn't you write back?"

"I…I didn't know what to say…"

"That's a weak save, Chloe Price," Max said, her face as stern as her voice.

"…I know," Chloe uttered. When the hell did little Max Caulfield grow a backbone? "I'm a stupid fucking dork, okay? I should have wrote, but it's just…you kissed me, Max. You kissed me the day you left. How was I supposed to react?"

"Better than not getting back in touch with me! I mean, how could you?!" Max cried out in frustration before seeing the person tending bar eyeball her, "Sorry, sorry."

"This was a bad idea," Chloe said as she put a hand to her temple, "This is so hella bad."

"Tell me about it," Max said, crossing her arms before her face momentarily lighting up in alarm, "Don't kick my foot."

"You hit mine."

"No, my foot has been perfectly still. You have been swinging your legs like you're readying for a sprint since I sat down," Max said matter-of-factly.

The two girls' stomachs growled and they both offered a cease fire until they had eaten. Pulling out their phones, Chloe and Max frantically texted without realizing that the person they were messaging was the same person.

Chloe: Rachel wut the fuk

Rachel: ?

Chloe: Max Caulfield? U set me up with Max Caulfield?!

Rachel: Ur the 1 who always talks about her, Chlo. It's obvious u like her and seeing as she is back in Arcadia Bay I thought it would do u good

Kate: get off the phone, Rachel. U promised we'd have a night alone for movies. Ughhh, go away Chloe. Fly. Be free, blue-haired gayngel.

Chloe: Hush, Lady Jesus

Max: U always talk about me?

Chloe: wat

Rachel: I locked this chat in conference mode with your numbers. BTW, u have each other's numbers

Rachel: bai :D

Kate: goodnight XD

Max: answer the question, Chloe

Max looked up to see Chloe biting her lip, an anxious look in the blue-haired girl's eyes. What the hell, Rachel?! Chloe thought before Max's staring at her became too much to bear.

"Yes, okay?! Yes, I haven't stopped thinking about you!" Chloe blurted out, giving the bartender the middle finger when he tried to hush her, "Dude, back off! I'm trying to talk to his lady! Yes, Max. I think about you all the time, okay?"

"They why didn't you write me back?" Max asked, leaning over the table as she stood up from her chair, staring Chloe down.

"Because…because I love you!" Chloe stammered, immediately pulling her beanie back on with enough force that her entire face was covered.

"W-What…?" Max asked with a stutter she hadn't felt herself give in years, "What d-did you just say to me?"

"…I love you, Max." Chloe's voice was barely above a whisper as she peeked with one eye while pulling at her beanie, "I was scared. Scared of how I felt and how you might feel. You kissed me the day you left and I was so scared because it changed how I felt about you right as you were leaving. Sure, it was great for you, but it was so painful for me! What?!" Chloe snapped as the waitress returned with two paper bags, catching both girls off-guard.

"You are making too much noise, and the manager would like you to leave," the waitress said, an irritated edge to her voice as she slapped the check down on the table with a little too much force. Max's jasmine tea spilling over as the cup tipped from how hard the waitress's hand hit the table, Max pushed back against the chair and narrowly missed the hot beverage's descent.

"I am totally not paying you anything, now," Max said as she shot out of her chair and snatched both bags from the waitress's hands, "Neither is she! C'mon, Chloe!"

"Max?" Chloe asked as she got up and looked at the fuming little brunette.

"I said come on!"

Following the pink fury, Chloe looked back to see the bartender come over to their table and chew the waitress out before following the trail of an angry Max Caulfield. Exiting the restaurant, Chloe saw Max looking up at the sky before a raindrop smacked her in the eye. Squinting the eye, Chloe looked over to see that Max's anger had quickly turned into a frown. I told her I loved her after seeing her for the first time in five years, never having even tried to get in touch with her. I totally suck.

"I have a ride," Chloe said, catching Max's attention as she led the brunette to her old beater of a truck, "I know it looks like shit, but-"

"It's fine, Chloe," Max said, her tone once more unreadable. Chloe couldn't help but notice that her voice seemed softer than earlier. Just nodding, Chloe opened the passenger door and helped Max in before closing it and running over to the driver's side as the sprinkles turned into a downpour.

"Fucking Oregon," Chloe muttered as she took her newly-drenched beanie off and ran her fingers through her blue hair, looking over to see Max watching her with a smirk, "Uh. Something on my face?"

"No. Just…wasn't there an anime character with blue hair that you swore to me you would someday look just like?" Max asked, an eyebrow raised questioningly.

"…No…"

"Liar."

"Nerd."

"Dork."

"Firecracker."

"Stoner."

Chloe did a double-take at Max's last word and looked over to see Max pull a thinly-rolled joint out of a small cigarette case.

"No fucking way," Chloe said in utter amazement, "You bake?"

"I'm an artsy-fartsy hipster. 'Course I bake, Chloe. Give a girl a light?" Max said as she parted her lips slightly before placing the joint between them.

Scrambling for her lighter, Chloe fished it out of her jacket pocket and deftly lit the joint poking out from Max's lips. That lip gloss gives them a hella nice…ugh, stop it, Chloe! This girl is probably still fucking pissed. Play it cool, be totally cool.

"Want to come back to my house? It's raining and we never even had a chance to eat," Chloe offered, trying to sound ambivalent to the offer.

"Why the fuck not? If I don't like it, I can always write you for months only to have you never get back in touch with me," Max said sarcastically as she flashed Chloe a sly grin.

"At least you're still a smart-ass," Chloe said, returning the grin as she started her truck and pulled onto the street.

"It's why I'm here," Max nodded, giggling a little.