Chapter Two: Something's Fishy
"Hold on, let me get this straight," Chloe started, "you're trying to tell me that you can change the future by changing the past and that I died to save Arcadia Bay!?"
"Yeah…. I know it sounds crazy but it's true…" Max replied, eyes getting glossy. "I didn't expect you to believe me unless I proved it…"
"Then here, take my keys and rewind time to before I gave you them to prove it," Chloe responded dropping her trucks keys into Max's hands. Max held the keys tightly in one hand and held her other hand out. She then started to concentrate hardly to get ahold of space and time to rewind it. She felt everything zipping backwards and stopped rewinding time right before Chloe gave her the truck keys.
"Here are your keys madam," Max replied mocking Chloe from earlier.
"Hey how'd you…"
"You gave them to me and told me to rewind time and hand them back."
"Huh… ok. I believe you." Just then, Max passed out and awoke in a vision.
"Not this again," Max groaned as she walked towards the lighthouse. But instead of a giant storm destroying Arcadia Bay, she saw something worse. Something a lot worse.
"Max? Max!? Maaaaaxxxx!" Chloe yelled while shaking Max like crazy in an attempt to wake her. When Max awoke, all colour from her face vanished. "Whoa, you look like you've just saw Something that's Hella bad."
"I saw something a lot worse then what happened before… and it's not gonna be as easy to save everyone as I hoped it would," Max replied, putting her face into her hands.
"Max it'll be alright you'll figure this out. You wanna know how?" Chloe asked, "Because you're…. super Max!"
"Haha very funny… just because I can rewind time doesn't mean I'm a superhero Chloe," Max replied with a sarcastic tone.
"Alright alright sheesh… just trying to lighten the mood Judy Moody," Chloe replied.
"Now you're different than the Chloe who died for Arcadia Bay…" Max said, contemplating what she did differently to change what happened already to her before.
"Huh?" Chloe sighed confusedly.
"You're…. you're different… the way you act, the way you word things, Hell, even your style is different," Max said, finally noticing the different style of her best friend. Chloe's hair was dyed purple instead of blue, she had longer but not too much longer of hair, and was wearing a T-Shirt instead of a tank top.
"Well…. maybe there was something different that happened that changed something then."
"There has to be… I just… I can't think o…" that's when Max remembered what happened to the butterfly picture. "The picture… I-I…. I threw it into your grave…. how did Warren get it?"
"Wha-?"
"We haveta go to your house right now! I just hope nothing else has changed," Max cut Chloe off running towards her truck in hopes of Chloe's family being the same.
