Chloe's Apartment.

Chloe's P.O.V

There was a moment of silence where everything stood so still, it seemed to scare me. The banging stopped and I don't hear anything from the other side.

Did she finally give up convincing me? The thought formed a smile from my face; only for it to expeditiously vanish from the deafening blare of banging that came from the door behind my back; which seemed to vibrate my spine.

"Rachel, I'm not going!" I roared, barely able to get pass the booming sounds of constant banging behind the door. "Just leave me alone in here!"

"No can do, Chloe!" a muffled voice replied behind me. "You know this isn't my type of thing too, so I can't go alone!"

"You can just convince your other friends, you know that?" I replied while I bundled my diary with my arms. "Why go there anyways when it's not your thing?"

"C'mon, we've been stuck in your apartment for days, Chloe. We haven't communicated with anyone except ourselves! Social media can only take us so far."

"And social media is my limit, Rach!" I replied with irritation, barely allowing her to finish. "I'm not as social as you."

"And I'm not even social. That's sad, Price."

"Wow, way to lighten my mood, Rachel," I spat with a tone overloaded with sarcasm. "It's just who I am, I can't change that," I mumbled, pressing my knees closer to my chest.

"But I can. Please Chloe, just this one time. If all of this goes down to hell, I swear, I will not drag you into this crap ever again." Her tone was almost broken through my ears. She's begging at this point.

I allowed silence to fill in the atmosphere for a moment as my mouth pursed my lips together. My knee pulled my leg down, and then the other; causing my diary to fall down above both of my thighs. I rubbed my right wrist, feeling fabric that seemed to startle me. I lifted it at my eye level, revealing a friendship bracelet that Rachel made for both of us.

It's just one time, I thought with a sigh, persuading my legs to lift up my whole body again. I turned around, facing the bathroom door.

I twisted the doorknob and pulled it, revealing Rachel's ragdoll form on the floor. Her back was hunched while she was sitting on her ankles, her digits touching the floor, but not her palms. Her head jolted up when I barely opened the door.

Her mouth sculpts into a smile when our gaze met. "Had your fun in Chloe's Cave?"

"What exactly are you wearing, Rachel?" I said, sidestepping her teasing question.

"Oh, these things?" She said while climbing her way up to my level and brushed off her flannel. A flannel. She doesn't wear these things! But, I have to admit it, it does suit her.

She wore a red flannel shirt that was torn a little on the right shoulder with a white t-shirt that has a design of a doe marked on it. Under that is some kind of blue shirt. She's also wearing some faded back ripped jeans, and a brown belt that wrapped around her waist. None of these really compared to her blue feather earring that was dangling onto her earlobe.

Which, I pointed out. "Hey, where's the other one?" I asked, feeling the material of the feather with my thumb and index finger.

"Chloe, I can only answer one question at a time," she said while chuckling and dismissing my hand by pulling it on the wrist. "Yeah, I went shopping while you were hanging out with Kate. I kind of like this style and might keep it. And for this thing," —she rubbed her earring—"I found it somewhere around my bed. I liked it, but the pair wasn't anywhere near it and it wasn't a big deal to find the other. I like it the way it is."

"Yeah, I guess so. Anyways, since this is some party, and I know my style is forbidden in there. Got anything for me?"

"Well duh, did you even see the extra bag I got?" She pointed to her bed that laid a plastic bag; a skull tank-top was peeking through.

Nope. Nu-uh. No way am I wearing that.

"That doesn't seem like my style, Rach," I said while I rub my forearm, visibly intimidated.

"Dude, and so is this," she gestured to herself. "You're already in this deep, and I'm not letting you back away now. C'mon, let's just see if it fits."

"Rachel—"

"Ugh, Chloe," she interrupted, stretching out the words. "You're so god damn whiney. You took enough of my time by fucking making me chase you around the fucking room and persuade you to get out of that fucking bathroom and I'm not letting you get away because you don't want to wear the fucking clothes."

"Gee, way to fucking drop the F bomb on me," I replied with my hands up.

"I'm not letting you stall either, so there's no other option, Chlo." Rachel replied without missing a beat. She put all her weight on one leg with her arms crossed. "Now get changed, hippie."

I agreed to this bullshit. Might as well go all the way.. Chloe thought while glaring at the bag stuffed with clothes.

Uh..wow.. I thought in tone of amazement. Who even am I right now?

I wore a necklace that was laced into three bullets with a skull tank top that exposed my black bra. I tried countless of times to try to hide them into the straps but they demanded attention, so I left it as it is. Rachel bought me an identical flannel so she could mute out the complaining I spat out about the tank top; to which she got frustrated at when I saw that I was good. She also bought me a replica of faded rip jeans, only light blue with fabric straps around the pockets.

The surprising thing is that I actually like this style..but I'm not abandoning my old one. I explained in my head while I attached a blue beanie to my head. When I was satisfied that the mirror wasn't lying to me, I escaped the bathroom and met Rachel at the parking lot, a smug smile plastered across her mouth when she detected me strolling by.

She was about to comment on my outfit or something until I lift up my right hand, stopping her lungs from speaking. "I know. Let's just get this over with so I can lock myself in my apartment again."

She rolled her eyes from my rude intro, and gestured me to come closer. "C'mon you punk, I'd like to be early for this. I didn't get invited for nothin'."

"For real? You want to be early?" I said in disbelief. I can't understand why she sounded so eager to come. "And who invited you anyways? I can't believe they think you're one of those party animals."

She flashed me a transformation of an emotionless glare to a skeptical smile which got me a pang of curiosity. "You'll never know what you'd miss out. Plus, the guy that invited me is kind of the reason."

Now I was really curious. "Ooh, who's this guy?"

Rachel seemed to get through the filter of my message and answered with an elbow to the ribs. "Shut up! But from a different perspective, yeah. I like the dude," she says with a dreamy sigh at the last fact. "I never knew I'd fall for those types of guys."

"What do you mean? What 'type' is he?"

"Not the gentlemen kind you'd expect at first, but first expressions can really be deceiving." She replied with that same dreamy tone and her sights were set on somewhere unknown.

"Rachel, stop dropping hints, just tell me! That only feeds my curiosity," I replied with irritation and rattled her biceps. "C'mon, there are no consequences on telling me."

"Man, you're really noisy Chloe." She replied while brushing my grip off of her arm.

"I don't care and stop stalling! Tell me, there's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Then there's a reason on why I'm stalling if I'm not telling you," she replied, with a surprising tone of downcast.

"What? What do you mean; I'm not a person to judge, Rachel. You know you're my best friend."

She sighed and her pace suddenly stopped. "I know, I just don't know how to say this, really. I was surprised to hear this myself, and I don't know how you would react."

"Only one way to find out," I say and took a step forward to her. "You can trust me, you know that?"

The silence that raided the air was painful to manage. I really want her to trust me on this, and I'm getting nosey by the seconds passing.

She was brave enough to brush off the mute environment with a sigh. "He's a drug dealer, Chloe."

I nodded with acknowledgement and lips pursed inwards. "Cool."

WHAT?!

She seemed surprise from my relaxed form and expression. "Really? That's it?"

"Yeah. What, you think I was going to over react with this?" I replied with disbelief.

SHE'S INTO DRUG DEALERS?!

"Uh, yeah, who wouldn't? I mean, come on, I like a drug dealer Chloe!"

I shrugged. "Love is love, Rachel. I didn't expect this, but we all have our perspectives on people."

HER PERSPECTIVE IS SHIT.

"Uh, wow, Chlo. I'd never expected this from you. Remind me to never doubt you ever again," She said with a transformation of bewilder and frivolity.

I smiled, swathing my arm around her neck and created a pace for both of us to follow. "Noted."

I'm going to tattle this shit with everyone.

Party.

My eyes examined the room while my back was leaned into a wall, with thumbs dangling from my jean pockets. I covered her panicked statement with a body language of care-free. It seemed to convince the bystanders for they didn't ask what's the matter or anything. Why am I panicking, you're asking? Probably because I've lost a familiar face from the sea of strangers around me.

Rachel, where the heck are you? I questioned in my head, my panic becoming visible as my right heel bounced rapidly.

I took out my phone, swiftly scrolling through my contacts until I found our chat.

Chloe: RACHEL?! Where the heck are you?

Chloe: this is NOT funny, I swear i willl leave you in this part if ur messing w/ me rite now!

Chloe: RACHEL FU CK ING AMBER DO YUO HEA R ME?

Chloe: RACHEL!

My thumbs were blindly texting by the last text. I didn't want to bomb her phone because of my rising anxiety, but I was starting to think that I could kill for a peaceful atmosphere. But this thick air is the opposite of mute.

My eyes scanned the area, seeing if I could find a spot that isn't occupied by anyone. Care-free bodies and hands traveling around the air were blocking my sights of any doors—until a couple of strangers drifted away, revealing an exit.

I didn't care if it was a closet that was stuffed with materials or not, I needed some space.

My legs automatically reacted with a neck-breaking pace that was masked into a speed walk to the direction of the white door. The people seemed to sense my presence since they repelled away from my path.

I rudely brushed a couple of shoulders until I was met with the door, which I practically ripped out of the wall when I opened it. I slammed the door shut and turned around to catch a sight I hadn't notice before.

Oh. Fuck.

There was a body that sat in the toilet seat, her spine was pressed against the tank and their heels were resting on the 'corners' of the rim. Elbows were on top of her knees with a bottle in her hands while her head was dipped down between them. She didn't seem to notice I entered her scene, but their head came up a little when I slammed the door, only to go back down.

I heard a barely audible sniffle with faint words. "This room is occupied."

"Uh...the door wasn't locked," I replied awkwardly and hesitantly. "I'm sorry, sh-should I go?"

She laughed in a drunken matter and her head lifted high enough so I could see a visible water line around her cheeks and bags under her eyes. "Nah, I needed company after all this shit." Her tone was slurred.

"Obviously. You look like a hot mess," I found myself saying. Surprisingly, I didn't stop myself from the lines of; "Want to talk about it?"

She seemed evenly surprised as me, only brows furrowed while her head turned painfully slow towards my direction. "You actually give a damn about what's happening to me?"

"Hey, c'mon, not everyone's heartless."

To that, she snorted. "I never knew that."

I didn't know what to say, so I just invited the silence to flood the atmosphere. What was weird to me was that I was 'hard to breathe in it.' Probably because I find her interesting. Quite attractive, I guess.

Her appearance was an identical tank top as me with black bra straps showing; only the design of the top was different. It was a doe kind of like Rachel's, only hers was a realistic style instead of cartoon-ish. She also wore the same jeans as me, same fabric straps from the pockets, but her jeans were stained black with a couple more straps wrapping around her thigh. Her brown Chuck Taylor boots were faded and beaten up; it looks like it's about to fall apart. Her hair took the shape of a side cut, and was also dyed red from the bottom, transforming into pink from the top. But what I can't stop starring at was her inked arm; it was so damn beautiful. The design was twigs taking the shape of tangled vines and in the center was a doe with a butterfly landing on its right ear; along with puny sized butterflies around it.

After some moments of painful silence, she broke it with a sigh, "It's just one bad break up. I'm not going to spill much into detail with a person I don't even know."

I was about to introduce myself until her hand shot up. "Don't even bother. I wouldn't even remember your name after tonight."

I frowned, which she didn't care to comment on. My frown transferred into a concerned one when the redette tried standing up, to which she almost fell down until my arms shot up for her support.

"God dammit," she mumbled when I led her to the sink. Her digits ripped into the side of them, transferring her arm that was around my neck towards the other side. "You got 'a car?"

"Excuse me?"

"I want to go home, you dumbass. I can't drive there, for obvious reasons." She shot me a glare when her tongue slipped into the word 'dumbass,' which I flinched at.

"U-uh, where do you live?"

"Where do you live?"

"W-what?"

"I won't give you my address, you're a fucking stranger."

"And it's okay for you to know mine?" I spat back.

"Does it look like I give a damn? I want to get out of this hellhole, and I know you do, too," she replied with venom in her tongue.

I didn't want to argue with her, since it was true. I've wanted to get out of this (mosh)-pit ever since I laid my eyes on the house.

I gave in with a sigh. "Fine, I'll take you to my apartment."

Chloe's Apartment.

Max's P.O.V

A strand of hair tickled my cheek, which I furrowed my eyebrows at in response. The golden ray of sun broke through my eyelids; causing them to brutally close tighter. My hand reached for a blanket to cover my head—wait, a blanket?

My eyes shot open when I noticed my body was bundled into soft wool. I propped myself with one elbow and noticed the unfamiliar environment I was surrounded in.

Where the hell am I? I asked myself while I scanned the room, until my eyes was met with a girl who was sitting upon a couch with a coffee in hand; which she was staring at. The steam splashed into her face, creating some moist skin.

I squinted when my vision was blocked with blur again, to which I rubbed my eyes that was followed by a groan.

That captured the blonde's attention. Her eyes were locked into me, eyebrow raised. "Oh. Good morning." Her attention went back to her coffee. "Hope my bed was comfortable."

"Way more comfortable than mine," I replied honestly that was followed by a yawn. "Uh, I'm sorry, but where am I?"

"In my apartment, obviously. I took you here," she replied with a sleepy voice, lazily stirring the tea spoon inside the rim of the mug.

Er..what?

"Uh…I beg your pardon?" I said, extending my neck towards her direction with the mix of bewilder, confusion and surprise expressions.

At first, she didn't seem to get my message until her eyes grew to the size of plates and she turned her head towards me again. "Ew, no! Do I seem like the type that would do that?"

There was a moment of hushed atmosphere when I didn't respond immediately but gave her a stammer to which she snorted. "You were drunk and sobbing your ass out when I found you so I just took you home since that hellhole didn't seem to help you out."

"Sobbing my a—?" Memories came gushing in at mid-sentence. The sudden silence and the sulk look that was plastered on me gave a concerned look on the blonde's face.

She stood up with her coffee in hand, taking a step towards me. "Hey, are you all right?" she asked with cautiousness filling in her voice. I didn't say anything for moment. The pang of sadness that the memories scratched onto me flooded my functioning emotions.

I waited until she was a meter away with her rear sitting on her ankle to spill words. "Hey, did I tell you why I was sobbing my ass out?"

"Uhm, no. Not all of it though—"

"What do you mean all of it?"

"Well, you told me it was a bad break up thing—"

"Ugh, that's already too much information for you to know," I said through my hands with a soft plop sound when my upper-body rammed into the mattress.

"Look, could you at least give me the opportunity to finish one damn sentence?" I blonde said with a surprising harshness in her tone that made me peak through my fingers.

I'd be more intimidated and respectful if she didn't look like a damn child in those pajamas..

Speaking of her appearance, she modeled a black t-shirt with three baby chickens in the center with the word "ROCK" above them that was paired up with very short black boxers.

It's cute, I'll give her that.

"Okay, sorry. I'm not a person that really knows the word 'respect.'" I lowered my hands down to my sides to prop myself up once again. "I didn't even ask your name, too. Pardon my manners, Mrs…?"

I waited for her to finish my sentence. It only took a few seconds for her to generate a polite response. "Chloe. Chloe Price."

I smiled. "Nice to meet you, Chloe, Chloe Price." I shot out my hand. "I'm Max. Max Caulfield." My hand transformed into a gun and I mimicked an explosion with my mouth while slowly lifting my two fingers to my mouth. "Bang."

I managed to get a weak chuckle from her with my frivolity manner and I grinned at that.

Score!

When her laughter quickly died out, she gave me her coffee. "Well, Max, I don't know if you like coffee or not, but I prepared this for you."

Well, I'm not a big fan of coffee but it's sweet that sh—wait did she just say..?

"I prepared this for you," ringed in my ears over and over again, and that literally malfuntioned my reactions. The words in my brain scurried around to try to find the right response, but I was really in shock. I furrowed my eyebrows with disbelief and lifted my upper-body a little higher.

Is she fucking with me?

"For me?" I stretched my neck towards her when my throat hit the word 'me,' and my index finger stabbed into my chest. "Are you serious?"

Chloe lifted an eyebrow. "Who else would I prepare this for, an imaginary friend?"

"Who else would I prepare this for?" Those words hit me harder than it should have. To others, it wouldn't be a big deal and they'd already have grabbed the cup and gave their thanks to them at this moment.

But for someone like me? As far as I know from my friends that seen me drunk, I could be a pain in the ass, but a stranger that witnessed only my bitchy and disrespectful side offered me coffee? In bed?

C'mon, say something you asswipe! At least a "thank you"!

I pushed myself to speak, but my mind wasn't ready for a reply. "I—uh, uhm," was all that I could process. After that fail attempt, I cleared my throat and reached out for the mug. "Uhm, thanks Price."

God dammit, Caulfield.

She giggled from my attempts to which, I plastered on a playful sulken frown. But her smile was so cute, it only lasted for only a second until I chuckled along. She handed me the mug, the back of her fingers brushed along my cold ones as I moved to transfer it into mine. While I was examining the rim of the mug and moved it in other angles to avoid spilling ponds in her mattress, she rested her elbows above her thighs and rested her chin against her plam, watching my movement.

When I was in the middle of consuming the liquid, Chloe spoke. "You hungry, Pinky?"

I almost spat the coffee out like it was venom, but I swallowed in time. Pinky?

Forcing the liquid down my throat, I coughed faintly into my elbow and faced away to face the wall. I turned to face her when my small coughing fit was done. She's looking for a response from me.

"Sorry, you surprised me from the nickname."

She shrugged. "Reddy, or Red doesn't seem to fitting." Again, she asked; "Are you hungry?"

"Uhm, now that I think about it, yeah. I am," I replied while aiming the mug to my mouth again. I sipped some in before I could ask her; "Why?"

Chloe got up and towered over me with eyebrows furrowed and she looked at me like I was stupid. "Why? I mean, you just woke up and you didn't eat anything as far as I know." She walked into the kitchen while she was still responding to my question.

I stayed quiet for awhile until my eyes proceeded to grow when I knew what she was doing. "Wait, you're serving me breakfast in bed?"

She looked up after she held up a plate and smiled at me. "I didn't ask you to get up, so yeah."

My body automatically responded by lifting my upperbody until I was sitting up and sat infront of Chloe's direction, crossing my leads while holding the mug between my heels with two hands bundled around them. "Dude, you are literally my favorite person right now," I said with a childish grin on my face.

"Glad I earned the title," Chloe replied with a smile and handed me a plate of pancakes with golden syrup racing down the brim.

The sight made my mouth water and I traded my coffee with her, staring into the ponds of honey. "Good, cause you fucking deserved it."

After I finished the demands of more pancakes and coffee that Chloe started to reject, I pushed breakfast away and decided to learn more about her. I found out that we had some things that I never thought we'd have in common. The likes of movies, shows, idles, and the list will go on! And most of all; pirates. I can finally share pirate pick-up lines with someone without them groaning all the time!

I also find out that she goes to Blackwell, some private senior high school that I got kicked out of for graffiti in the dorms and 'inappropriate comments' towards teachers and students

"You seriously don't think that drawing a penis at the back of Blackwell won't make the staffs mad?" Chloe said in a 'really?' voice and expression while squeezing in a chuckle in the middle of her question.

"C'mon, at least I have sense of humor!" At that, Chloe laughed and covered her mouth while leaning back. "The old place needed some decoration anyways."

"I agree with that, but not a bunch of dicks would help bedazzle the school."

"We all have our opinions, Price."

"But the Price is always right," Chloe responded with a playful pout, followed by a chuckle when I replied with an eye roll.

"You're the worst at puns," I said while tipping backwards into her swivel chair and reached my toe down to the ground to swirl myself around.

"And you don't think you are?"

I stopped spinning to sharply turn my head at her direction with a gaped expression and stood up. "My pirate puns are fucking gold, you bitch!"

Chloe laughed and fell backwards while clutching her stomach and trying to trap in her laughter with her other hand.

"I am so done with you, Chloe," I said, chuckling a bit from her laughter and crossed my arms.

She made it up to me by pushing me around her apartment in the swivel chair.

As much as I wanted to stay, I needed to bail. When I checked my phone to see what time it was and told her I needed depart, I could've sworn I could detect the slightest frown that was tugging on the corners of her mouth. Though, it only happened for a moment until she pursed her lips in a straight line and tugged her head to the direction of the front door with her arms wrapped around her chest.

Even though she did a good act of playing normal, I can sense that she was down from the lack of emotion in her smile, so I tried to bring the light back up. "Promise to keep that pirate booty safe?" I said in a gaiety matter with a sly wink and grinned when she managed to chuckle.

"All for you," Chloe replied with an impish smile. "Ha! I made Caulfield blush!"

What?

I felt a cheek and turned away in embarrassment. "Whatever, Price. I'm aborting this ship."

I could bet that she rolled her eyes at that one.

Chloe's P.O.V

When Max aborted the area, my smile wavered. I wiggled my toe on the ground to sway myself left and right in the swivel chair for a moment, trying to shave off the feeling of being left alone.

Might as well check up on Rachel. I haven't heard from her since last night, I thought, standing up when I mentioned her name in my head. I pealed my phone off from my back pocket and scrolled down to the chat.

Chloe: Rach? U there?

I stared at the phone for a solid minute before I gave up and dangled my arms to my sides. I was never this desperate for hanging out with someone. I'm usually happy when I have no plans, but I just feel like socializing today.

When I was making up a conversation in my head, I went back to the swivel chair and spun myself a couple times to the point when I was starting to get dizzy. I transferred to watch out on a window to try to distract myself from the thoughts of missing Max, or Rachel. When I pulled a chair in front of the window to sit on, I rested my chin on my palm and watched the scene below me.

Cars, trees, some puddles and..red hair? My upper-body leaned closer on a particular person that caught my attention. Max?

The figure stopped mid-step when Chloe thought of the punky's name. Max turned around to the entrance with a face of realization. Her mouth was filled with gritted teeth and her hands turned into a fist a second later.

What is she doing? Chloe thought when Max started to walk back and forth until her pace came to an end. She looked down for a moment while nibbling her index finger until she reached down in her back pocket to snatch her phone. Her thumb flung up every time she scrolled down into her sea of contacts until she halted it and her expression turned into a confused one. Max tapped the screen and held her phone with two hands, madly bashing onto her screen.

Jesus, what is she so— Chloe's phone vibrated in her lap. Her head sharply turned towards the direction of the phone and grabbed it, seeing a notification on the screen.

Pinky: who dis?

Oh, right. I gave her my number when she was asleep. Good thing thumbprint scanners exist, Chloe explained in her head. She started to type.

Chloe: It be your first mate.

Pinky: whoa, chloe? how did u get my number

Chloe: Thumbprint scanners. Great invention.

Pinky: ok, smartass i get it. ever heard of personal space?

Pinky: man, i freaked out for a second cause i didnt ask 4 ur number.

I looked up at the window and saw that Max was smiling at her screen while biting her bottom lip. I grinned at how she looked like a child in the middle of a parking lot.

Chloe: How come?

Pinky: i wanted to keep intact with u and i didnt want to come running back to ur room and ask for it.

Chloe: Why didnt you want to come back?

Pinky: dam,u ask alot of questions

Pinky: i didnt want to look like an idiot

Chloe: First of all, that was only 2 questions. Secondly, you already are one

Pinky: fight me hippie

I giggled from her silliness and looked up at the window again to see that she was smiling from ear to ear. She's such a fucking child.

Chloe: Is that a challenge?

Pinky: all right whatever

Pinky: hey do u still have that swivel chair?

Chloe: Not like i'll throw it away. why?

Pinky: can i have it?

AN: Yeah, this is my first 'completed' fan fiction. I'm gonna work on the second chapter if anyone actually reads my shit.

If anyone does, I might as well tell you what the 2nd chapter would look like. Flashbacks and stuff. Not way back, but like in the party; what happened to Max. And I'm still thinking about what to plan on. If I'm ever gonna write it.

EDIT: FIXED THE P.O.V PROBLEM. MICROSOFT CAN BE A BITCH.