Life Gets Stranger

Max awoke slowly the next day. She steadily propped herself up on her elbows, looking around the room. The golden morning glow filtering through the curtained American flag. Things were peaceful. The scent of... egg? No, bacon. The smell was coming from downstairs. Who was cooking breakfast? She looked either side of her. Chloe was still asleep. It was mainly her who cooked out of the three, taking after her mother Joyce who had worked in the Two Whales Diner. Rachel on the other hand, was notably missing.

The brunette had slept well that night. Her nightmares seemed to stop. She was sure it was a one-off, but it was the first time in ages that she was able to sleep without nightmares waking her up. Max wasn't sure what helped her stay asleep, but it had seemed that the two girls' affection for her had contributed to helping her in some way. Like them showing their care for Max had seemingly helped her to forget the negatives of her past. Maybe it could help her with these nightmares... permanently.

Max lifted herself over to the side of bed, her legs hanging off the edge. She looked back at her blue haired partner one more time, "Why are you always the last one to wake up?" She hadn't counted on Chloe actually being awake when she said it. "'Cause, the bed's actually comfy when I'm not getting kicked by you, or Rachel." Max was actually kind of embarrassed. She had known that she kicked in her sleep for some time now, thinking that it stemmed from her nightmares, but she didn't realise that she was actually kicking her girlfriend. "Dog, I'm sorry Chloe. I didn't realise." The punk laughed. "Relax dude, it's actually kinda cute when you do it, in a weird sorta way."

"Are you... cereal?" The photography student asked shyly. She blushed, as she always did when being complimented by Chloe or Rachel. It's not that she didn't like being complemented, though she was shy when complimented in general, it's just that whenever her girlfriends did it, it felt more genuine. "Hella yeah Max. But you've always been cute to me anyway though." At this point, Chloe had wrapped her arms around Max, her head resting on the brunette's shoulders. "Especially, when you say cute shit like that." The punk left a peck on Max's cheek, snuggling up to her. The two stayed like that for some time, a good few minutes at least, they took pleasure from each others company.

"Now, you go downstairs and get your breakfast, I've gotta get dressed."

"Sure thing Chloe." Now Max was wondering as to who was cooking breakfast. Joyce had left the three in charge of the house as she was taking a vacation. The brunette made her way down the stairs to the hallway leading to the kitchen. The scent of breakfast got stronger the further down the stairs she went. She could hear... music, playing from a stereo in the kitchen. The song sounded familiar, Max had definitely heard it before. She just couldn't put her finger on it.

She walked into the kitchen to find... Rachel. She wore her red flannel shirt, half buttoned, over her black bra and panties. She wasn't wearing anything else. Max blushed. Here Rachel was, in almost all of her bare beauty. She had never cared about being seen, that's just who Rachel was. Braver than she ever was, Max thought. God, she really was beautiful. Max could hear Rachel humming along to... 'Through The Cellar Door' was it? She had remembered the name from the times that Max had caught Rachel listening to that song. She stood behind the blonde, admiring the girl's curves. Max inched steadily closer towards the actress. She went to wrap her arms around Rachel, hesitating at first, before finally taking a hold of the girl's waist .

"Well hello to you too darling." Rachel said seeing Max resting her head on her shoulder. She kissed the top of Max's head. "I thought I'd surprise you two, and make breakfast. What do you want?" She whispered to Max. "Bacon." Max replied simply. "Gotta love a girl who knows what she wants. Bacon coming right up." Max slowly let go of Rachel's waist, planting a kiss on the blonde's cheek. It was Max's way of saying thank you. Rachel knew this instinctively by now and replied, "Your welcome". Max sat herself down at the dinner table, never seemingly taking her eyes off the actress.

Rachel knew she had Max's attention. She wanted to give the brunette a... performance. But she would need something to get things moving. When the song on the radio changed to 'Are You Ready For Me', Rachel got her chance. She started dancing. At first it seemed more like she was bobbing up and down. Then she started throwing her arms about, and jumping around. Max sat in almost disbelief. The 'good-girl' Rachel was moshing out. Max was laughing to herself, she had never seen this side of Rachel before. It was brilliant.

Max saw Chloe had come downstairs now. If anything Chloe should have been the thrasher here. Maybe that's where Rachel got it from. Chloe shifted her weight to one leg, staring at Rachel dancing around like a madwoman, she held in her laughter. Rachel opened her eyes to see Chloe smirking at her. She wasn't embarrassed. Intact, Rachel dragged the punk into the kitchen with her. She started dancing again, in an attempt to get Chloe to join her, and what do you know, after some encouragement, Chloe started to move. They loved this song. It reminded them of that night at the mill. It was when they first really met each other.

Max couldn't hold her laughter in anymore. She burst out laughing at the two in their kitchen mosh-pit. The girls noticed but didn't care. They were too busy dancing in their own world. The two were so wrapped up in each other, that they didn't even notice Max taking their picture. The song came to an end with the girls staring into each other's eyes. Rachel closed her eyes and stood on her tiptoes to reach Chloe. She kissed the punk, who quickly started kissing back. Snap. Max took their picture again, knowing they would want to keep this memory, forever. The three of them, together, happy.