Max Pov
In the beginning I never really thought to long on it. I mean, I guess it really hit me that I couldn't do this all on my own, that if she wasn't with me I wouldn't know what I'd do. I think the first time I realized this was after our fight in her truck. I could understand where she was coming from, but at the same time it wasn't fair to blame her father or her mother for what happened that day. William didn't choose to die, and Joyce didn't have any way of knowing what was going to happen either. It was just a shitty circumstance, sometimes shitty things happen to good people, and at times that can make it seem like the whole world is crashing down around you, like everyone is against you and no one is there to fight for you. So while I can't really agree with Chloe's line of thought, at least I can understand where she was coming from.
Chloe...huh. Who would have thought that we'd end up where we are now even after all these years apart. We were best friends, inseparable. Then I had to move, it's not like I had a choice in the matter any more than she did. If I could have, I would have chosen to stay by her side, I would never have left Chloe. Instead, I waited and never once called, or sent her a letter, or an email. I was a massive tool, but it's not like she tried to get a hold of me either. Though I suppose that's the point isn't it. She was hurting and as her best friend I should have known that and tried to get a hold of her and at least talk to her about it...but I never did. I don't think she'll ever know just how much I regret not picking up the phone and calling her. You know, she was part of the reason that Seattle sucked so hard. She was always on my mind in one way or another.
I think, I was scared of how she would react if she got a call from me one day out of the blue. I was terrified that she wouldn't want to talk to me, or that she'd be so pissed off case I hadn't been there for her when she needed it, or that I had taken so long to call. In the end I guess it didn't really matter because when I got back to Arcadia Bay she was pissed off anyways, at least she was after I saved her life in the bathroom from being shot by Nathan Prescott. Christ on a bike, pardon my language Kate, but that scared the shit out of me. Sure being able to rewind time was freaky enough, but I will never not be grateful for having that ability, especially when it's allowed me to save Chloe so many times. Chloe means the absolute world to me, and I suppose if I really thought about it, I've always been in love with her in one way or another. Back before we moved I'd always felt close to Chloe, but I don't think I ever really realized just what I felt for her until I saw her dead on that bathroom floor. I felt like my heart stopped and just dropped right out of my chest and onto the floor with her. I've been in love with my best friend since before I was able to understand. It's one of the major reasons why I couldn't date Warren. I mean he's a good friend, but he'd be better off with Stella who actually likes him that way and isn't in love with someone else.
You know it's weird, Chloe and I used to fight sometimes in the other timeline, but we don't fight so much in this one. At least not after I went back and got shot instead of Chloe. I couldn't make that choice, I knew there had to be another way other than either Sacrificing Chloe, or Sacrificing Arcadia Bay. What kind of a choice if that? So lucky me, I did the logical thing and went back as if I was choosing Chloe, but instead it was me who got shot. Turns out that was how things were supposed to play out all along. Nathan was in the girls restroom, anyone else would have spoken out about that, instead I hid because I was a coward back then.
Well after all the bullshit I went through in that week, there was no way I was going to let Chloe get shot, when I could stand up to Nathan before she even showed up. I guess it worked out in my favor, seeing as he didn't hit anything vital and the gunshot alerted Mr. Madsen to what was going on. I'm sure he was confused about Chloe being in the bathroom after a gunshot went off, especially since she was holding my body in her arms and crying over me, although I hear she actually called him David when she asked for his help. I suppose it's a step up from Step-Douche. After I was in the hospital for a little while Mr. Madsen seems to treat me different, with more respect. I guess it has to do with the fact that I was shot, so I suppose he thinks he can understand a little better seeing as he is ex-military. Chloe well, that was interesting having to explain to her what happened since she hadn't known I was back in town. So I told her as much of the truth as I dared. That I didn't call because I was scared of how she would react, and that despite everything I had come back for her, the school was just a bonus.
Which I suppose leads us up to the current status that we're in now. I'm back in my dorm sitting at my desk, writing this in my journal because Chloe and I got into another fight, or I suppose our first real fight in this timeline. Frank was pretty torn up about Rachel, she was his angel as much as she was Chloe's. However that didn't negate the fact that she still had to pay Frank back for all the weed she had gotten over time. She owed him, and she didn't have the money. Unlike in the other timeline where we could get off the hook by the fact that we were searching for Rachel so he used that as payment, in this one everything had already been found out. So Chloe and I ended up getting into one massive argument about paying him in intervals from her job that she had gotten, so that at least he would get payed off eventually. She on the other hand thought it would be better to accumulate it and pay it off all at once, that way once it was done she'd never have to deal with him again. Needless to say the difference in opinion and the general day the both of us had dealt with so far added up to on explosive fight. So here I am several days later and I still haven't heard from my girlfriend, yes she and I are dating, in several days. I'm starting to get worried. Oh, well there's a knock at the door, guess I'll write again tomorrow.
Max Out.