AN: So. I've been trying out some story ideas. Some of which, you might have noticed. *cough* the sun vanished *cough*. I had so many ideas for it but it was also kinda boring. It was mainly the ending that I was excited to write, not the story itself. With that being said, I lost interest and it's now... vanished. :)))

I hate myself.

Anyways! This is a brand new stinking story! It's completely original and not based off of a twitter story. This story is 101% Caulscott. This means no Pricefield, Grahamfield (tear), or anything in between or out of the lines! This takes place in the AU that Max travels in, where Chloe is paralyzed after Max tried to save William. Chloe is dead in this AU. Max granted Chloe's wishes and decided to end her life, ending her and her parents suffering. Boi was that hard to do in the game. Due to Chloe's death, the storm was stopped.

This is where it begins.

"Max." Chloe's voice was faintly a whisper. I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked up at the dying girl, tears rolling down my face. She smiled weakly, wanting so badly to wipe them. But everything refused her to. I wiped them myself, saving her the trouble. Chloe smiled wider, "Don't forget about me."

"Never." I whispered before pressing a long kiss to her forehead, hearing the last bit of air escape her lung. The heart monitor's steady beat came to a halt. It made a continuous hum. She was gone. She was gone in this timeline. I pressed my forehead against hers as my tears dripped onto her lifeless face and down her cheeks, making their resting place on her sweater. I fucking killed her. I killed my best friend! What would her parents think in this timeline? What would this Max do?

I sniffled before sitting back down in the chair next to me. Through my blurry vision, I tried to focus on the old Polaroid beneath me. I starred into the photo, trying to go back into time. Normally, I would feel a tingly feeling before my vision goes white, bringing me back to the time period.

But nothing happened.

My brows knitted together as I wiped my eyes, trying to clear them. I sniffled before staring back at the photo. Nothing was happening. Why wasn't anything happening?! I shook the photo as tears of confusion and anger formed into my eyes. Fucking focus, Max! Focus! I looked up to see Chloe's lifeless face slowly growing pale. I shook my head and buried my face into the photo, almost to where my nose was touching it. Go back! Fucking go back!

I couldn't. It wouldn't let me. That was yesterday and here I was, laying in my bed, wondering what went wrong. Did my power go out? Do I need to try again? Was this fate? I sat in my dorm room, hugging a furry pillow close to my chest, staring at the brick wall in front of me. The realization on Joyce and William's face, them crying with me, wondering what happened to their daughter. Me telling them it was her dying wish. Joyce's angered cries as William remained silent.

It burned into my skull.

I closed my eyes, hoping I would fall asleep. Even though I've been up all night, I wasn't tired. Sleep was the last thing on my mind. I watched the sun rise over the trees of Arcadia Bay, painting a brand new day. For most, it was. For me, it was a day without my best friend. I fucking killed her! She begged me to let her die. I pulled my knees up to my chest, the pillow bunching up in my lap.

Am I a murderer?

No! Chloe asked you. It was a wish, not murder. Then, did I witness a suicide? Technically no, she didn't harm herself. What was it? I threw my head back, hitting the wooden frame, as I groaned. I rubbed my face as a yawn escaped my lips. I didn't have time to take a nap. I pulled my body off my bed and sighed, looking through my closet. Honestly, everything was similar to my room in my original timeline. The only difference was some designer outfits. One of which still had a tag on. Curiosity took over me as I pulled the tag out.

My hand snapped back as if the tag was made of fire. Four hundred dollars for a sweater? What the fuck, Max?! Do you know how much film you could buy with that kind of money? Where the fuck did I even get the money? Knowing my luck, I probably robbed a bank.

I decided to go with a white low cut shirt, jeans, and black flats. Over everything, I slipped the purple jacket I was already wearing. It wasn't like my old jacket, though. It was made of thin material and had no pockets or hood. It was just... cloth. I skipped a shower and changed into my outfit. Next, I searched around my room and found what I supposed was my bag. It was a purple and white stripped backpack with a little butterfly key-chain on it. I slipped my camera in and zipped it up, slinging it over my shoulder. I slipped my cell-phone into my pocket and walked into the main hallway. Everything seemed normal.

Until Victoria beamed at me.

"Maxine!" I cringed, "Get your ass over here!" Those words were normally threatening. But this time, they were happy. I played along with it and walked across the hall, stopping in her door frame.

"What's up?"

"Nathan is throwing a party tomorrow night. You in? You know he has the good shit!" She winked as she crossed one leg over the other, resting her chin in the palm of her hand. Her pink manicured nails scratched against her face lightly before resting on her cheek.

"Yeah," I played along, "What time will it start?"

"Nine, sharp. At the pool." Victoria pulls out her phone, "I'll text you so you don't forget. Oh! Bring condoms."

"Why?"

"Why else?" She looks towards her right before back at my face, with a shrug. My cheeks flushed as she giggled, texting into her phone. A slight vibrate went off in my pocket, indicating she sent the text. "Anyways, I'm almost ready. See you in Jefferson's?"

"Sure thing." Victoria waved her fingertips at me before reaching over to her desk, grabbing a tube of lipstick. I took this as my cue and turned away from the short-haired blonde. I continued down the hallway to only be greeted by everyone. It felt so weird! Normally, people ignored me in my original timeline. To see everyone so friendly and damn near falling at my feet? It felt like a dream. Dana, Juliet, and Alyssa waved as I made my way by them. I waved back before exiting the building.

"Aye, Maxine!" Looking over was Justin. I smiled and made my way across the tiny courtyard, stopping in front of him. "Little birdy told me that the Vortex Club is having their weekly party. Need me to hit you up?"

I flashed a smile, "I don't think so."

"Don't lie to me!" Justin grinned before reaching into his baggy shorts. He pulled out a pipe along with three baggies filled with white powder. Honestly, I didn't want to know what it was. In my innocent mind, I just hoped it was baking soda or some shit. But my gut told me otherwise. "It's on me!"

"Won't I get caught with this shit?"

Justin laughed, "Never stopped you before!"

I smiled awkwardly, trying to make all of this normal. When I get back to my reality, this Max will have the time of her life. But, this one isn't. I opened my bag and slipped everything inside before walking away. I felt so... dirty? Knowing another version of me does this shit makes my skin crawl. If I could, I would punch her in the face! What type of bullshit was that? Doing drugs? Abusing OUR body? I made my way across campus and into the main academic building. Literally, everything was so similar. Maybe a few different faces, but everyone else was the same.

Well, almost everyone. Warren and Stella were heavily making out by the lockers. Ew. I mean, I'm happy for Warren. But, they couldn't find a better place to do that? I snubbed my nose at them as I continued walking down the hallway, trying to ignore their smacking lips.

That's when I saw him.

My blood ran cold as I saw Nathan talking to Mr. Jefferson. A lump formed in my throat as I remembered how he shot Chloe in my timeline. Anger and fear boiled through my veins as I made my way past him, going into Mr. Jefferson's office. Soon after, Victoria and her two bitches followed in. Kate did too. She didn't seem upset! Maybe I'm a positive influence on Victoria? Kate pulled out her notebook and began to silently go over her notes, smiling to herself, while gently tapping her foot. Everyone in this timeline is so... happy? Nathan entered the room which snapped me out of my little daydream. He began to make his way over to me, smirking.

Oh fuck!

He stuffed his hands into his pockets before biting his lip, twirling, and posing. He pushed his lips out and squinted his eyes, trying to look sexy, before breaking character and laughing. I flashed him a fake smile as he sat on the desk near me. I moved my hands from the table to my lap, trying to avoid him.

"Did it work?"

"What?"

"My charm, did it work?" He motioned towards the butterfly on my bag. I looked down and saw it slowly rotate, the sun catching it, making it blind me for a second.

"Yes." I went along with whatever he said.

"Great! I knew Justin wouldn't resist a sexy bitch like you." He winked which caused me to blink several times. Did Nathan just call me... sexy? I stumbled and searched for words as he smiled. I could tell that this Nathan loved to see me weak, leaving me speechless. "Can I see it?"

"Right now? During school?" I looked around the room to see people chatting or on their phones, completely ignoring us.
"Yeah." He shrugged with a little laugh rolling off his tongue. I reached into my bag, looking around, and sliding him the bags of whatever-the-fuck it was along with the pipe. Nathan nodded as his smile grew wider, showing his perfectly straight and white teeth. He pockets them into his blue letterman jacket before he slid off the table, sitting in the chair next to mine. "That's my girl."

I smiled before he wrapped his arm around me, bringing me close to him, and placing his warm lips against my flushed cheeks. He rubbed the side of my arm before leaving it around my shoulder, gently playing with the fabric I was wearing.

Wait.

No, fucking way was I dating Nathan Prescott!

Nobody reacted, as if this was all normal. Him asking me for drugs, kissing my cheek, and hanging out with me. I honestly wanted to vomit. He tried to kill Chloe! How the fuck can I be cool about this? Still, I played the role. I'm sure the original Max in this timeline would be all over him, calling him adorable or whatever. But I actually wanted to jump off the lighthouse, not looking back.

I slowly forced myself to lay my head on his shoulder, cursing at myself the entire time. I seriously hoped I wouldn't stay here long. The second I get, I'm going back in time! It doesn't matter which picture, either! Anything to prevent this shit going any further!

"You okay, Max?" He asks, looking down at me.

I met his gaze, "Yeah, I'm not feeling too well."

"What's wrong?"

"I hit my head pretty hard." I lied, "Slipped in the shower."

"You need to go to the hospital?"
"No." I smiled at him trying to be polite. "I've been forgetting a lot of stuff recently." I notice Nathan closing his lips before meeting the side of my temple, pressing his lips gently against it. He was so nice and loving. It's so foreign to see him this way. I can still feel my nails digging into his skin as he tried to strangle me in the parking lot. I go along with him, tying my fingers with his, and gently rubbing his thumb with mine. "How long have we been together?"

Nathan scoffs as he held a hand up to his chest.

"You don't remember?" I stammer for a response before he places a finger to my lips, smiling. "I'm joking. Honestly, it's been a long ass time that I almost forgot, too." He paused before throwing his blonde hair back, looking up at the molded ceiling, thinking for a moment. "About... one year and... five-no! Six months!" I blinked rapidly, trying to process information. One whole fucking year and a half?! This Max had put up with his shit for that long?
Honestly, applauds to her.

But, this Max can't do that shit. I nodded while raising my eyebrows, trying my best to hide my shock. Nathan saw right through it.

"I know, I know!" He rolled his eyes, "I'm a pain."

"No, not at all!"

"You can't lie to me, we already talked about this." His voice grows silent before the bell rings. He looks towards the front of the room to where Mr. Jefferson was, about to start his daily lecture. Nathan looked back at me before getting ready to focus his full attention towards the underpaid teacher. He whispered into my ear, "I love you."

I nodded, not wanting to respond back. Instead, I was planning that lighthouse jump I thought of.