2 Broke Girls & The Breakup

Starts where season 6's cliffhanger leaves off.My take on how things "end" for the dynamic duo. Aka a fix it to our cliffhanger from the final season. Just testing the waters, getting back into writing. Un beta'd all mistakes are mine. Enjoy this little starter!

Chapter 1:

"Max!" Caroline beelined to the counter holding a newspaper, teetering on her high heels as she crossed the diner floor. "Guess what?"

Max glanced up from making her straw wrapper worms. She flicked her locks out of her eyes, quickly checking to make sure the ring, no- freaking rock, was still on her finger. It was a new habit she had annoyingly picked up mere moments after Randy placed it on her finger when she said yes.

"You know that if I wanted to guess things I would go see an indie film. I mean, no one knows how those things are going to end."

"Max, that's not what that means... Wait... Does this mean you think Inception is an indie film?"

"Uh duh. The top wobbled!" She scoffed at the blonde before going back to folding another worm.

"It did not! But I digress, I can't have that argument with you here... again... today. The first batch of reviews for our movie is out!" She thrusted the paper towards her tapping at the movie review section.

"They still print those?" Earl asked as he refilled his coffee mug. "I thought it was all on rotten fruit or whatever now."

"It's the new retro. Hipster journalists post in them. Bobby took the app off my phone after I was scrolling well after 2AM last night. He said it was obsessive or something... He had me promise not to re download it again on my phone. Speaking of... Max, let me borrow your phone?"

Max laughed and handed her phone to Caroline, who began downloading Rotten Tomato's. She took the paper into her hands and flipped through it. "Just don't swipe on my pictures again. You barbarian. Let's see what they think of good ole Max-y."

"Trust me, after those photos of Randy, and a decent eye bleaching, I won't make that mistake again." Caroline mused and began scrolling.

Max's eyes danced over the page, once she finished reading the third review she hummed, "Says here the verdict is in. It's what I've been saying for the last 6 years. You suck."

"What?!" Caroline all but screeched scrambling to take the paper into her hands.

"Oh come on. I'm joking! They think its refreshing. Riches to rags, pull yourself up from your boot straps, blah blah blah. Good positive things that make me want to vomit. Congratulations!" She beamed at Caroline. "You're no longer a broke girl! You're just a kinda broke girl."

Caroline pulled Max into a hug and she didn't fight it, just rolled her eyes and sighed grinning.

"I can't wait to tell Bobby!" She released Max and pulled out her phone from her apron pocket. Her smile began to fade, and she bit her lip. "Max?"

"What?"

"You know what I really want right now?"

"What did I just say about guessing?"

"I want us to go to dinner, and celebrate. All of us. But..." She gestured to Max's ring and shook her phone which had a picture of her and Bobby on the background.

"I know, I thought maybe they'd get over themselves after a few days. It's been almost two weeks." She sighed flicking the worm a little too aggressively.

Every night, Max would leave the dinner or the Dessert Bar, say goodnight to Caroline, and go to Randy's hotel room to sleep, well mostly sleep, to avoid conflict. The night of the premier/engagement had left Randy and Bobby fighting in the street until Max had dumped a pitcher of water on the guys telling them to cool off. Caroline had been screaming at them to not hit one another in their pretty faces, and quite frankly the novelty of it all had worn off for the two girls after 5 minutes. The four of them haven't found themselves in the same room since despite Caroline trying to pull a Parent Trap the first few days.

"We should try take them to a play. I mean, Randy's new clients that he's taking over are more musical scene than silver screen." Caroline mused planning her newest scheme.

"No. More. Parent Trap. And ugh... Show tunes? Is that what I agreed to when I said yes?" She stared at her ring in horror.

"Oh! I bet he can get us tickets to Hamilton!"

"Caroline. I can't believe I'm about to say this but- I'm going to go clear a table to get away from this conversation." Max's face looked like she had sucked a particularly strong lemon.

"Well now, instead of that, why don't you pour me a splash of Baileys and we have some Max and Earl time?" Earl suggested shaking his coffee cup.

Max smiled and put out her arm, ready to be escorted to the Dessert Bar. "Sure, and my friend Mary can meet us in the alley after we get hydrated."

Max dropped her keys into the bowl next to the front door of the apartment, flung her bag on to the couch, and unbundled her coat. Caroline was out to dinner with Bobby, and Randy was in LA to pack up more of his house. He had kissed her goodbye with the promise of returning in a few days to apartment hunt.

Apartment hunt. As in a place that would be hers and his. Not hers and Carolines. Max, denier of emotions that she was, hadn't even thought about moving and had actually assumed he would move in with them.

"So, you thought we'd live in the apartment?" Randy echoed, heaving a sigh.

"Well yeah, why not? You survived Nail Patrick Harris. And we'd have our own room." She stubbornly argued, putting her metaphorical foot down for god knows what reason.

Randy stopped folding his sweater and came around the bed eyeing Max. He hummed.

"Just spit it out or do me. God. I can't tell if your thinking or eye fucking me."

Randy snorted. " Okay. What about when we have kids?"

"Kids? On what planet do you think I'd be a good mother? The only mother I know is... I can't even think of one!" Max clearly spiraled into a sense of panic. Kids?

Randy put his hands on her shoulder. "Okay! Okay I started off big. What about Bruno?"

"Mars? I don't know. He's a pop coulter phenomenon. But very short." She threw her hands up, breaking contact with him and shuffled over to the drink cart. She took the top shelf whiskey and poured herself three fingers and looked at him gesturing to the cup next to it. He nodded and she poured him half the size of her serving.

"Well would you look at that." He mused, taking the cup from her and taking a sip. She gulped half of her down.

"Why doesn't this burn? Oh. Right. It's not mostly rubbing alcohol." She took a smaller sip and flopped onto the chair next to the balcony. "What? Look at what?"

"Signs of growth in our relationship. Normally you'd already be out the door, but instead you're standing here. Talking to me." He observed.

Well shit. He had her there.

"I did agree to marry you. And you did decide to move your whole life here so... We can at least talk about this. I am an adult."

Growth. This was certainly growth. When did that happen?

"Yes you did. Look Max, I love your place, I do. It's just Bruno? With a cat, and a horse, and a Caroline?" He half joked, sitting down across from her.

She chewed on her lip, processing. It was Randy. She could do this. She had to try, she already lost him twice. "Two things." She held her finger up as she ticked off the first. "Nancy is coming if we get a new place."

"Bruno will love that pussy." He smirked at his porny joke and Max suppressed a laugh but grinned.

"And," she held up the second finger,"no upper west side. Caroline will move in. And I guess I have to move out to get rid of her since I haven't been successful the past 6 years."

"Aw Max, we can find our own creepy crack den near the Dessert Bar. I promise." Randy kissed her forehead.

Max sighed wondering what the hell she had agreed to. But she got up and kissed him on the cheek silently agreeing to try. Now how to talk to her roommate?

"Sup Chestnut? How are you Nancy?" Max greeted as she peeled off her shoes. She opened the door and Chestnut poked his head in. Max first filled Nancy's bowl, and then grabbed carrots from the fridge.

"So Chestnut, you were fine when you moved from your posh digs. Caroline learned how to deal with losing her bathroom the size of this apartment. She'd be okay with out me right? You'd be okay with me not being here every night?" She patted his nose as he bit off another carrot. "Hell, will I be okay?"

Max pushed the thoughts out of her head, peeled off her clothing, grabbed her towel and showered. When she emerged she changed into her yoga pants and a t-shirt. She took her iPad and pulled up a collected of cat videos and began doing something she hadn't done in ages, making cupcakes.

It was a little after 2:00AM when Caroline stumbled home, Max was on the couch, a plate on cupcakes on her stomach watching Shameless.

"Yo Caroline, if this Dessert Bar doesn't work out I think we should sell weed again." She gestured at the screen.

"Yes. Because that went so well." Caroline shuttered at jumping out a window when she saw her then boyfriend Andy. She yanked the murphy bed down and pulled her Pjs out from the wardrobe. "I'm surprised your home."

Ah hell, here we go.

"Yeah Randy is in New York for a bit putting some stuff into storage and trying to figure out what to send out here."

"I was wondering when that'd happen. I'm glad you're home! I've missed you. It's been weird not seeing you." She said from the bathroom.

Max heard the faucet turn on. She shoved another cupcake into her mouth.

"We should watch something! Have some girl time." Caroline continued after spitting out her toothpaste.

"Yeah about that..." She needed to tell her. But Caroline probably already knew right? It could wait another night... "Let's do shots while watching Worst Cooks In America."

"Again, we need to figure out how to get Oleg on that show. He might learn how to peel a potato." Caroline picked up a cupcake and eyed the brunette. She chose not to comment on how she tended to only bake when stressed or before their diner shifts now. "I shouldn't since I just brushed my teeth, but hell. Why not? A few episodes couldn't hurt and we have tomorrow off." She winked, and bit into the fluffy cake sitting back as Max grabbed the bottles.