Chloe sighed, laying next to Max in the truck, her eyes shut. She was happy that Max had saved her, at first, but now, there was just a brutal anger inside her. Max was a fucking selfish prick, who only cared about her. Of course. It's not like she wasn't either, though.

Max sighed, lighting another cigarette. It wasn't easy knowing that she probably killed about five thousand people. Hell, her parents didn't even know she was alive. But she did know one thing, Chloe was alive. She threw the cigarette out the window, and kissed Chloe. Chloe sighed.

"Why did you save me, Max?" Her voice was barely a whisper, but then Chloe barely even spoke since the tornado, and Max hadn't at all.

"Because… I-I love you. I know it seems greedy… But, I couldn't stand a life without you. I'd just fall in depression… And probably kill myself. That's how much I love you..." Her voice was even quieter than Chloe's, if that was possible.

"You killed… Five thousand people… For me? For my ungrateful ass?"

"I'm not sure all five thousand are dead." She booted up the FEMA website, and sighed, looking at the survivors.

Survivors:

Ray Wells

Samuel Taylor

Michelle Grant

David Madsen

Terry Hoida

Justin Williams

Trevor Miller

Jason Amber

Kaitlyn Amber

Taylor Christensen

Courtney Wagner

Dana Ward

Brooke Scott

Sarah James

Daniel DeCosta

Stella Hill

Deceased:

Alyssa Anderson

Evan Harris

Frank Bowers

Joyce Price

Warren Graham

Victoria Chase

Missing:

Nathan Prescott

Maxine Caulfield

Chloe Price

Kate Marsh

"Hah, we're marked as missing. Should we just surprise my parents and show up at their house?"

"My mother's dead. Fuck you Max..." Her voice raised, for the first time in days. "Fuck you! You could have fucking saved her, and instead you ripped up the god damn photo! Instead you let her leave me, like she's wanted to..." She started crying, and Max reached over to hug her, and Chloe shut her eyes, crying into the smaller girl's chest.

"Why does everyone leave me Max?"

"I don't know… But I won't leave you, not again. I love you."

And a great cockblocking moment came as Max's phone rang.

"It's my mom. I don't want to play games with her anymore, I'm taking it."

She hopped out of the truck, and answered her phone.

"Hello? Yes, mom, it's me, Max. I'm alive, I bailed the fuck out of town after the storm. I'm with a friend. Chloe Price. I'm sure you remember her. Yes, the Chloe Price. The one who I hung out with all the time. Yes, her. Okay, God." She took out another cigarette from the pack Chloe bought her and lit it, "Yes, mom. I'm smoking. No, I'm not getting addicted to it. You sort of need this after an event like this. Yes, I'll watch my habit, make sure it doesn't get out of hand. I'm not trusting Chloe with that, she's… Kind of different." She chuckled.

"Yeah, I'll pass the phone to Chloe." She walked over to the truck and opened the door, "Yo, my mom wants to talk to you."

Chloe wiped her face, and took the phone.

"Hello, Vanessa? Yes, it's been forever, holy fuck. No, that's not a dollar for the swear jar, that doesn't exist anymore." She laughed, "Yeah, whatever. No pity, that's the last thing I fucking need. Yes, Max smoking may be partly my fault, but yes, you do need it after lear- seeing a hella huge tornado." She cursed silently for what she almost gave away, "Yeah, we're headed to Seattle. Oh my God, thank you, of course I'll stay with you."

Max finished her cigar and got back in the truck. Chloe just passed her the phone, and she put it to her ear, "Yeah, uh, mom, still there? Yeah, we're headed up to Seattle shortly. Love you, see you soon." She hung up the phone, lit another cigarette, and sighed.

"You sure you aren't addicted yet? It's fine if you are. I want my sexy girl to smell like me too."

"Heh… I like your smell." She did, the nicotine and weed that would never come off. It was the smell of heaven to her.

"Pass it." Max smiled, passing the cigar to Chloe, who took a long drag at it as well. She sighed, and flicked it out the window, and kissing Max, breathing in her mouth, causing the smaller girl to shudder.

"Chloe, do you think I'd look sexy with a lip ring?"

"No. I think you'd look absolutely gorgeous with one."

"First thing we do when we get to Seattle then. I know a few places, and my parents are spoiling me and sent me money after the storm. Should probably get my hair dyed too… Purple, probably?"

"Purple would look amazing on you, holy shit, we need to get to Seattle now." Chloe started the truck up, and smiled.

"And a red dragon tattoo?"

"Of course. So we're always connected, no matter what." Chloe leaned over, and kissed Max.

"I forgive you. For everything, I can't stay mad at my girlfriend for long. Max, no more secrets. I'll tell you… Everything when you wake up." Max hadn't realized she had been falling asleep. She simply nodded, and drifted into unconsciousness

Max awoke in the Dark Room. She struggled against the bonds, and sighed. Mr. Jefferson walked over to her, and put her in position.

"Welcome back, Maxine. I'm glad to see you. But you… You don't seem too glad to see me."

"G-Get away."

He snapped a few photos, before she struggled out, and he grabbed her.

"I don't know why I even keep you around anymore. You're not so innocent… Not after all those timelines. But… You're one of my best models. Just like Rachel. Until that fucking Prescott bitch fucking killed her. He's dead and buried, no one will find him even after the storm. Besides Max, you've said so yourself, this is the only place you feel safe from the storm.

"There is no storm. L-Let me go."

"Let one of my best, most innocent models go? Max, you know it's not so simple. I want to take your photos for the world to see."

"Y-You're fucking dead!"

"That's enough, you're just like Rachel… But it's okay, people will care when you die… Like that Price slut. Chloe… Right, the one I killed. You'll be joining both of us. In hell." He grabbed a syringe, and filled it, and walked over to her. She couldn't struggle. She only let Mr. Jefferson inject her. And then her eyes flung open, and she hit heads with Chloe.

"Shh, shh… I got you."

The bluenette hugged her girlfriend, letting her cry.

"Bad dream?"

"It… It was so real… I was back in the Dark Room..."

"It's over now… That Jefferfuck prick won't harm you again. I promise, Max. He's gone."

"Chloe… I think it's PTSD."

"I could see it developing in you over the week… But it's okay. It's another challenge we'll get through. Together. Max, promise me one thing, please."

"Yes?"

"No more fucking with time."

"I-I promise, Chloe."

The blue haired girl hugged her girlfriend until she calmed down. Chloe kissed her forehead, and sighed.

"We're almost to Seattle. Like, I think we're in Kent right now."

"Yeah, I recognize this place. We're like twenty minutes away."

Chloe nodded, and drove the rest of the twenty minutes. The only thing Max had done those twenty minutes was just smoke. Chloe didn't blame her. Max needed it.

"Piercings first babe?"

"Yup." Max smiled, and leaned over to kiss Chloe. She give her the directions to the nearest store, and smiled.

"Well, here goes."

Max smiled, kissing Chloe, eyes shut. It had been only a few hours, and Max had turned into a fucking amazing punk.

"Max, you're hella gorgeous." Chloe's eyes shut, as she embraced Max.

"You like it?"

"Hella yes!"

Max smiled, stroking her hair, now dyed purple.

"Should we… Go to my parents now?"

"Exactly. Surprisingly it's not that far."

"Let's go then."

The two girls drove to Max's parents, and got out of the truck. Max smirked.

"Don't ruin this. I have a plan."

She walked to the door, Chloe in pursuit. She knocked, and a brown hair woman answered.

"Hello, we kidnapped Maxine Caulfield and Chloe Price, and we demand a one thousand dollar ransom for both.

Vanessa just looked at them, and then started laughing, hugging Max.

"Oh My God, I missed you baby. I'm so glad you're alive. FEMA knows."

"Thanks." Vanessa moved onto Chloe, attacking her with a bear hug.

"Holy shit, you've grown so much. Come inside, both of you."

Chloe walked in.

"My room's upstairs, Chloe."

Chloe nodded, and headed upstairs. Max was about to follow, before hearing her mom.

"Max, can we talk real fast?"

"Yeah, what about?"

"You just… Look like you've been to hell and back. Did anything happen in the last week?"

"Well, a lot of things. It was a hella crazy week, as Chloe would say."

"Like… What things?"

"Too many… Like Nathan Prescott almost shooting Chloe."

"Wait… He almost shot Chloe? The Principal didn't tell-"

"I didn't mention her."

"Thank God. Look, she's always welcome to stay, after Joyce and all. Just, don't get out of hand with your smoking, Max. I understand, you need nicotine after this shit. But I don't want my baby dying young. Not like last time."

"Don't remind me of my edgy years, mom."

"I just don't want a repeat of them. Or, saying that there probably is going to be one, less major of a repeat. Not to the point of near-death starvation."

"Okay. Okay. I love you too."

"Max, if you ever need to talk to me, I'm always here."

"Okay..."

"By the way, you look nice. Like, fucking gorgeous, I'm assuming Chloe helped you?"

"Exactly."

She smiled, and kissed Max.

"I love you, Maxine."

"You too, mom."

She headed up to her room, to see Chloe chilling and smoking a blunt.

"I found a weed stash."

"Thanks for the weed, mom!"

"Thank your dad!"

Chloe smiled, passing a blunt to Max, and lighting it for her, letting Max take a long drag on it.

"Mmm, I needed this."

"Don't we both."

Max shut the door, smiling, stripping down to just her bra and underwear, Chloe following suit.

"Long day, lets get some sleep."

Chloe would nod, and kissed Max, before laying down next to the girl, falling asleep. Max fell asleep next to her.

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