This is part 1 guys :) I'll add more parts when I have more time.

It was over. The tornado. Over. But Max didn't know if it was the right choice, as she looked out the window to piles of rubble. Lifeless. A family of deer ran across the broken remains of a house, oblivious to the horrors that unfolded just hours ago, oh how Max longed to be as innocent and oblivious to the world as the deer. To be innocent again. Shivers ran down her spine as she remembered the Dark Room, how her "innocence" led to all those horrors. But I guess that's just how life is… strange. Strange how it unfolds, its twists and turns out of anyone's control, unless you can bend time to your will. But that's how it all started right?, by bending and playing around with time as if it was a toy.

At that moment her train of thought was broken as she felt a hand on her shoulder, as the truck moved slower.

"Caufield, I understand how this must feel, and I just hope we can move past this.
Together."

That familiar sound of the bluenette made her heart tingle, the sound she hasn't heard since the incident on the cliff. Then again she wouldn't blame her. I mean who can blame her? Whatever the case, a small reassured smile grew on Max's face.

"I know Chloe, but how can you be so sure that we can just go on? I can't help but feel
that I made the wrong choice. But I—I couldn't lose you, not again after all I— we've
been through together"

"Max, its been hard on me too, and I just feel that I am guilty for all this. Not you.
Because of me, you were forced to make that decision, and I am selfish for letting you do
so. I —"

"Chloe! Its not your fault at all. Look, that week was the best week I could've asked for,
an—and I couldn't let it end"

Silence followed, as she noticed Chloe looked out to the Two Whales Diner, or what's left of it at least.

Then Chloe broke the silence,

"Do you think that they evacuated in time?"

Max didn't know what to say. Her heart broke as she thought about what could've happened to Joyce, what would happen to Chloe if Joyce— dammit! She didn't even want to finish her thought.

"I'd hope for the best Chloe. Joyce is a smart and resourceful woman. She's a survivor.
Remember when she would start the fires during our camping trips and even cook up
some breakfast? William would get so jealous."

"Those were great times, when we were together all the time."

Then Chloe's voice began to rise as she thought about William.

"Before William died, before this whole FUCKING town turned against me. DAMMIT! If mom didn't survive I—"

"Chloe! I'll always be here for you no matter what happens. You mean so much to me,
I—I hate seeing you like this, always angry at the world"

As Max said this, she felt her throat close up as her eyes grew puffier. She couldn't bear to see her best friend, her angel so angry, so upset at the world. She longed for the times when her and Chloe would have fun and fool around, like when they snuck into the Blackwell pool, like when they hung out at the junkyard or at her house. But she would still be with Chloe through her tough times, like when she found Rachel's body, or when they were on the cliff, watching the tornado rampage through the town as a gust of wind does to a house of cards.

Max tried to hide her face from Chloe, as she looked out the window again. The car pulled to a stop as she felt arms around her back. She turned back to the driver's seat and saw her blue-haired angel, with her blue eyes glaring back at her. Max was ashamed to look back at those eyes, feeling unworthy of her friendship. Unworthy to be considered a friend when she left for 5 years during the time Chloe needed her most, when Rachel had to fill that hole, that vacuum Max left behind. It was also her fault that the tornado happened, that Chloe is angry right now. As she continued to avoid eye contact, she felt another arm wrap around her front torso, bringing her head to rest on the bare shoulder of the bluenette. Chloe smelled like weed and a hint of cologne, a smell that Max grew to love. With her head still on her shoulder, Chloe began to speak,

"Max i'm so sorry I got so angry. I know how hard it is for you to see me like this, but I
promise you we will both move on from this. I'll always be with you. You will always be
SuperMax, my… partner in time."

As Chloe's arms went back to the steering wheel, Max put her head on the girl's lap, and she saw Chloe's beautiful face look down her.

"Aw Max, I didn't know you had a soft spot for me. You're practically bawling your eyes
out!" Chloe said with a smile.

"Oh shut up, it's just all this debris," she teased back.

"Ok Caufield, then I hope the debris clears out as I drive."

Max heard the engine start again, as she felt the rumbling of the noisy motor on Chloe's lap. To others, the sound of the rusty truck would be unbearable, but to Max it was soothing. She felt the car move as she continued to gaze up on Chloe's determined face staring ahead into the road. Wherever they go, as long as Chloe was there, Max would be happy.