For the next few days, Max Caulfield was distraught and perplexed. Perplexed as to why Kate Marsh absolutely just wouldn't leave her mind, even just for a brief moment. It was clear that the girl had to have some kind of significant meaning or purpose in Max's life, or else they would have never met in the first place. She knew this because she couldn't think about anything else except for Kate's lovely brown eyes. The way they shined in pure happiness, and light. They were stuck in her mind ever since that first encounter between the two girls; those chocolate orbs and nothing else.

Since their first meeting with one another, Max had only spoken to Kate one other time, and it had been a little hasty and awkward if she was willing to admit it to herself. It was when Max was still getting her room put together and what not, and she had needed some tape to hang up her miscellaneous collection of posters and pictures that she had taken so far throughout her life. It was already a little late, but Max wasn't paying any attention to the time since classes had still not began yet. Without thinking, the brown haired girl opened up her door and headed across the hall to room 222. After all, didn't Kate say to come get her if she needed anything?

However, when Max arrived at Kate's door, she stopped in hesitation, hearing a faint sound on the other side of the door. Max honestly didn't like being nosy, but she couldn't help but to put her ear up against the wooden door to hear what the noise could be. It sounded like music, she thought, and she could also hear Kate's voice, her sweet, delicate voice, humming along to whatever was playing. It was clear she was busy, and Max was about to chicken out and just got back to her room, the tape all but forgotten now. She didn't want to interrupt Kate's night by something as stupid as asking for tape.

"No." She mumbled to herself, standing up straight., noticing the little white board next to Kate's door. It had her name written on it, with little hearts around it, and Max found it to be girlish and cute. She shook her head, getting back to the matter at hand, "You will talk to her." She spoke once more. She thought it was kind of silly to be verbally encouraging herself like that, but Max knew that she needed it. She needed that little push to make a friend, and talk to Kate. She needed to know why she felt so connected and close to this girl that she had only met days ago. She needed to know if there was some kind of significant purpose. Why did she feel so strongly for Kate Marsh?

Max knocked on the door, gently, hesitantly, afraid to disturb Kate and whatever she was doing. She could hear Kate's humming stop, and the music stop as well. She could also hear Kate's footsteps shuffling against the carpeted floor of her dorm room. When the door finally did open, Max was a bit surprised to see Kate standing there in her pajamas, with a small smile plastered on her pretty face. "Max?" She had inquired once her door was all the way open. There was a bit of confusion on her face as well, probably because it was almost near midnight, and she usually didn't get visitors during this time of night.

Max stood there feeling awkward, "Hey Kate, I hope I'm not bothering you." She started, a bit apologetically.

Kate shook her head, "You're not bothering me at all." She reassured, "You want to come in?" She asked, gesturing inside her dorm room. Max honestly wasn't sure if she should go in Kate's room or not. Would it be weird? After all, this was only the second time that they had actually even spoken to one another. She didn't want Kate to think that she was creepy or anything like that. Max wanted to make a good impression on Kate, especially if they were going to become friends, good friends at that. She didn't want the blonde to dislike her already, especially when Max already felt so tied to her.

So she stood there, weighting the pros and cons of going into Kate's room while it was close to midnight. Hell, it's not like anyone else lived in the dorm yet, the two girls practically had it to themselves until school started. "Sure, why the hell not?" Max answered, a rhetorical question escaping her lips. Kate only smiled, delighted at the fact that her friend wanted to come into her room. She opened the door wide enough so that Max could slip through.

"You can sit on the bed." Kate offered.

To say she was surprised was an understatement, Max couldn't believe how clean and tidy Kate's room was. She must have been a neat freak or something of that nature, because there was nothing in that room that was dirty. And yeah, they had just moved in, but Max's room already looked like a tornado had run through it and done its course. "Oh! You have a bunny!" Max exclaimed as she looked around the room.

Kate nodded, "Yeah, I love animals."

"And you play violin?" She inquired, spotting the violin on the bed. So that must have been the noise that she was hearing only moments ago. Kate seemed to be an interesting person so far, and Max was intrigued to say the least. They already had a few things in common, so maybe this friendship was meant to be. It sure as hell seemed that way already. "That's wicked cool." She commented.

"Do you play anything?" The blonde asked.

Max nodded as she sat on the bed, "Guitar." She hadn't played in a while though if she was being honest with herself.

"Really?" Kate inquired, "I've always wanted to learn but my family is into more classical instruments."

"Maybe I can teach you?" Max offered, knowing she just wanted more reasons to come and hang out with Kate. "Only if you wanted to." She added quickly, a slight blush complimenting her cheeks as she looked up and met Kate's chocolate orbs once more.

"Sure." Kate smiled, "I'd like that." And Max knew right then and there, that this was going to be the start of something awesome. Although she didn't know much about Kate Marsh yet, she was determined in her nature to figure more stuff out. She and Kate would be like two peas in a pod, or something like that. Max knew that she had heard that expression from someplace or another. But all similes and metaphors aside, Max knew right then and there that she wanted to be Kate's best friend, and she hoped that the other girl would reciprocate.

Max knew she'd have to come back for the tape another time, just to have another excuse to talk to Kate.