"Ha! did you see the look on his face?"
"I know, priceless!"
"We are totally doing this again sometime."
"Agreed," the shorter brunette looked up at Chloe with adoration. It was fun after a long day at school to unwind with her best friend, by taking revenge on her enemies. This time Max chose to throw syrup balloons at one of Nathan Prescott's former cronies (still a douche bag). The friends slowly made their way towards Chloe's sad excuse for a car in comfortable silence. It was a beautiful day at Blackwell, the trees were all adorned with beautiful orange and red leaves, and Max took several photos of the sunset through said trees. It truly was wonderful.
Max though, was just stealing sheepish glances at the bluenette as they walked. It was the end of November, one month after the shit storm of pain the two friends had gone through together. That event though, had brought the girls closer than they could have imagined. There was one problem though.
The two girls' relationship had been growing stronger by the day. Over time, Max was experiencing feelings for Chloe. Strong feelings. Non-platonic feelings. For the the past few weeks, there had been a war going on underneath that brown hair.
'I should tell her'
' Are you fucking crazy!? what if she rejects you. That would make your friendship incredibly awkward.'
These thoughts had been weighing down on Max for way to long. The photographer cast another nervous glance up at the punk as they neared her truck, this time, the bluenette caught the look, and gave her friend a supportive, yet questioning smile. If she was gonna do it, she should do now.
Max took a deep breath.
'I can do this'
"Confession time."
Said the brunette.
"Spill," was the answer Max got from the taller girl.
"Okay... well I guess ever since I started feeling complex emotions... and our friendship, then uh I got dragged to Seattle," Max's hands were sweaty and shaking, " Um well.. and then I got back, and uh, I just think uh, yeah."
Max finished her mess of a sentence and stared at the ground.
'What the absolute fuck was that?!'
The brunette chastised herself.
Chloe threw her head back and laughed.
Chloe threw her head back and laughed. "I think you may have left out some crucial details there, Maxter," the punk teased.
Max smacked her friend's arm,"Shut up, I'm nervous!"
Chloe smiled sweetly at her shorter companion, "I can tell, Start from the beginning again."
Max took another deep breath, preparing herself for her inevitable rejection (so she thought).
"Okay...uhh..."
Chloe chuckled, "Get your words out woman."
"I'm trying."
The brunette thought things over and came to a conclusion.
"Fuck it!" (This was her conclusion)
Max then took the loose tank top collar of one very confused Chloe, dragged her to the shorter girls level, and kissed her.
The kiss was sloppy, as the taller girls was not prepared for it, but it was passionate nonetheless. Max soon realized what she was doing and quickly pulled away, blushing and staring at the ground once more, leaving a dumbstruck punk staring off into the distance. Max was incredibly embarrassed.
"Chloe, I'm sorry, I just... I mean, it was just a joke and-"
Before Max could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by a hand that had been placed under her chin. Chloe's hand guided the brunettes face up towards hers. The shorter girl expected to see Chloe laughing at her, or even getting pissed off. What she saw was far from it. The bluenette had a look of pure love in her eyes. The two girls just stared at each other for a while, tuning out any input from their surroundings. It was as if they were the only ones alive right then. Finally, Chloe leaned in and whispered something in Max's ear that changed her expectations completely.
"Damn Claufield, I had no idea you were such a good kisser."
Chloe then returned the brunette's favor by grabbing her by the torso, and kissing her full on. This time, Max was ready, and damn was it a good kiss. The girls' lips collided, sending sparks through each other. It was beautiful, and they both loved every second of it. The pair eventually pulled away, only for need of air, and once more just stared, dumb struck. After a while, the bluenette broke into one of her signature crooked smile.
"Now get in the car hipster, we're talkin' about this when we get home."
Max obliged wordlessly, as a faint smile touched her lips.
"So uh... what do you want to talk about?" Max asked as she sat gingerly on the edge of her bed.
The two girls had spent the drive to Chloe's house in an uncomfortable silence, both still trying to figure out what had just happened.
"Dafuq you think girl? You just made a move on me that's what I want to talk about."
"I didn't make a move on you!" Max replied indignantly.
"Oh okay so kissing me right out of the blue isn't making a move in your book?"
Max blushed at the sarcastic remark.
The taller girl sat herself down right next to Max, taking the brunette's hand in her own.
"Explain," she demanded.
Max took her third deep breath.
"Well, when I was around thirteen and was starting to feel complex emotions, I felt something more for you. At first I uh.. just dismissed it as puberty, but over time, those feelings grew stronger. I was actually ready to confess to you, and then my parents dragged over to Seattle. I was hella disdraught."
Chloe raised an eyebrow at Max's word choice, but decided not to interrupt.
"Go on."
"So I was super sad in Seattle, and I had almost just given up the notion of seeing you again. Nobody would let me see you... Then I got into Blackwell, and I've been reliving that experience since I got back...
Chloe sort of just stared at Max.
"Damn. That's actually exactly how I feel."
"Oh, don't say that."
'No Max."
Chloe looked deep into Max's eyes.
"Do you have any idea all the hints I've dropped trying to tell you how I really feel? The answer is a fuckton. Maximoo I have had feelings for you a long time, and you never pick up on the hints."
"Well your never serious, so I just assume you're always joking."
"Well I wasn't in this instance."
Chloe tried to act mad and tough, but Max could see that the bluenette was just so happy that she shared the same feelings.
"Not in this instance," she repeated "for years, and since you got back I have not been able to tell you outright that I love the shit out of you, Max fucking Claufield!"
"I love you too Chloe Price!" Both girls were now crying with joy, and kissing. All of the love they both felt for each other over the years was gushing out, filling the love as they displayed their affection to the fullest. They would not have stopped, had the physical limitations of the body and a need for air intervened. The two women parted and sucked in air frantically. Chloe leaned back to admire max. She look even more beautiful now. The short brunettes cheeks were glistening with tears of joy. Max lay her head on Chloe's shoulder and the couple sat in a comfortable silence, which Max broke after five minutes.
"Chlo?" Max asked.
Chloe responded with an inquisitive hum.
"What are we?" Max started, "like, are we together now, are we a couple?"
Chloe chuckled, "I think the action of making out and repeatedly saying I love you constitutes a couple."
Max laughed at her girlfriend's sarcastic remark. "Okay, smartass."
The photographer then started to fidget with her hands."So uh, what should we do now?"
the bluenette shot Max a devious grin. She then onto Max's lap, wrapping her blue jean clad legs around the shorter girl's torso. The devilish little punk then leaned in close to whisper into Max's ear.
"I've got a few ideas."
Needless to say, there was pile of clothes sitting on the floor in the morning.
Hi, this is the author here. I had recently discovered life is strange, and became way too obsessed with it for my own good. Here are some ideas that I've had, hope you like 'em.
P.S. like i said I really love this series and I couldn't help but add myself into the story as a major character, but not until I develop some story with pricefield.
