Max awoke startled at the base of the lighthouse. The morning light flooded her eyes, blinding her momentarily. She rubbed at her face with the back of her hand as she sat up on the dirt. Looking around, it appeared as if no storm had struck Arcadia Bay. In fact, it would seem that it hadn't even rained, though her wet clothes would say otherwise.

She was confused, but thankful.

She let the breath she never even knew she was holding escape her lungs.

"Was it…. Was it all just a dream?" she whispered lowly, not even wanting to believe it herself. Slowly she brought her numb fingers to her lower lip, tracing them along it. Still feeling Chloe's lips on her own and giving her some warmth, when she only felt cold.

She pulled her knees up towards her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs and resting her chin against her legs. She could feel her heart beat taking her down. The way it slowed as she kept her eyes fixed on the path up to the light house. It was almost beginning to feel non-existent, as her stomach began to rise in to her throat. Waiting. Hoping that she would see her emerging from the tree line. That goofy, carefree shit eating grin plastered on her face.

Minute's felt like hours, and still nothing happened.

What she wouldn't have given in that moment just to see her. But still she watched, transfixed on that one location, not ready to lose that feeling that she had just gained. Hope. Not willing to give up that faith.

And so still she waited.

Chloe wasn't gone, there was no way that she was gone. It was too real to be a dream. She could even still feel her, as if she was still right there with her. She had to be coming, it was just taking longer than originally thought. The Light House was a long way out of the township of Arcadia Bay. She gave a small nod to herself reassuringly. "Yeah, that's it…"

Her friend was on her way, so there was no reason to run from anything. No reason to jump to any conclusions that she was not coming. She had promised that she would never leave her, and while for the past year she had had no choice but to be gone, it had never been her decision to be gone, she had never truly left Max. She had always been with Max. And she would be back. She was coming back to her. That much Max knew.

But still more time passed.

And that was when the unbearable wave of denial began to break.

The sun had now completely finished rising and settled high in the sky, the harsh summer rays warming her cold skin. Finally she released her grip on her legs, balling her hand in to a fist and hitting it in the dirt beside her. She clenched her jaw at the pain, but shook it off quickly as she did it again. And then finally once more.

"This isn't fair." She inwardly thought to herself, still unable to tear her eyes away from the path before her.

She was a force of nature, she was someone to be reckoned with and the whole world, no, life was fucking her over. Taking away the one thing she truly needed. The one thing she god damn wanted. Was it selfish to hold on to a want? Yes, Max knew that. But that want was too deep seeded in her subconscious to budge. It was going nowhere. The hunger, the lust, the complete fucking desire for her want. Yes, it was selfish. But Max allowed herself that one bit of selfishness.

Angrily she closed her eyes, preventing the tears beginning to form from escaping. She couldn't stop the hate from rising in her chest, the same dark feeling as the blackness that had enveloped her before entering the void with Chloe. She had given everything to Arcadia Bay, to save it from disaster and still, in the end, it all just continued to fuck her over.

And that was when she began to bargain with an entity that she wasn't even entirely sure ever existed. However, if it had once helped Kate Marsh, then maybe it could also help her. That if Chloe would just appear before her that she would do everything in her power to be that better person that that someone would demand of her. That she would vow to use her life to help others.

And she would. She meant every word of that promise. She would have given anything for her to be back.

Then she was filled with fear. A terrible, all consuming, soul crushing fear that took hold of her entire being. What if she wasn't back? What if that void, that terrible nothing had never happened? If it had only just been a dream. More so, if it had never existed for her, but it was very much an existence for Chloe? Had Chloe been trapped between here and death because of her? That wasn't a life for anyone, even someone that was no longer living.

Again she clenched her fists shut tight, the tears freely falling from her blue eyes. They rolled down her rosy cheeks as she sobbed in to her hands, finally taking her eyes from the trees. She had not come. Max wasn't yet sure what that meant. Or whether it meant anything at all.

A small sigh escaped her pink lips, finally conceding to the fact that she didn't entirely have anything to be angry about. It wasn't the world, or life, nor Arcadia Bay's fault. It never had been. She had to accept that fact. And, if anything were to change, she would need to be the one to change it. She could not expect anyone else to do it for her.

Brave thoughts for someone so broken.

Suddenly she was snapped out of her thoughts by a rustle in the trees. She watched apprehensively, only for a doe to jump out in front of her. She could have sworn it was the same deer as a year ago, but after all what did she know, all deer looked the same.

Startled, they both stared at each other like deer caught in headlights. Max studied the animal, finally feeling at ease as it watched her back cautiously before too relaxing. It dropped its head to graze at a small patch of grass at its feet.

"Are you lost too?" she asked the animal, not really sure if she was really expecting a reply or not. After all, it wouldn't have been the strangest thing to happen.

The animal stopped chewing and stared back at Max, and in that instance Max knew that she saw it. She saw a fire in the animal's eyes, and then finally she saw it, the reflection of blue staring back at her. She would know those eyes anywhere.

The doe turned, only stopping to look back to the fallen girl as if making sure she would finally move.

She wasn't ready to give up.

Max jumped to her feet with new found strength, it all coming back to her. She couldn't have been dreaming. It was all too real. She could feel Chloe. Her breath on her skin, her voice in her ear and her lips on her lips. Her words so clear in her head. Repeating. She reached up to her neck, only to find nothing there. The one thing she had requested from Joyce that she had graciously allowed her to have. Her three bullet neckless. It was no longer there.

This was it.

The doe jumped back through the tree line and disappeared down the track.

Leaning forward she forced her numb limbs to move, breaking out in to a run. She wasn't sure where she was running to, but she kept running. Looking one place, then the other. However, it all seemed in vain. She couldn't find what she was looking for.

Did she even entirely know what she was looking for?

No, she didn't. But she knew that when she saw it, she'd know it.


Finally, defeated she returned to her campus. Her heart was heavy. It was all nothing. It all must have meant nothing. Just her mind playing tricks on her. Her heart weighed heavy and she wasn't sure how much longer she could endure the feeling. It was too hard. She wanted to go back. She was beginning to convince herself that going back was the only way. That she needed to make it work again. Letting her go can't have been the right decision.

Even going back to that void would be better than this.

That's when she saw it. That same old, beat up pick-up truck parked haphazardly in the school car park, silhouetted by the evening sunset. And there she was. The same beautiful, blue haired girl that had haunted her for the past year, resting against the bonnet, her arms casually folded as if she was waiting for someone to arrive. Max's eyes welled up with tears and she lunged forward, sprinting towards the girl.

If this was all just a figment of her imagination, if this was all just a dream, it was a cruel one.

"Chloe!" she yelled in joy, causing the blue haired girl to look up from her gaze on the ground. She slowly stepped towards Max before Max jumped in to her arms, hugging her tightly. Gripping the back of her shirt she refused to let go.

She could feel her, she could actually fucking feel her.

"Max fucking Caulfield." Chloe began. "Laying it on a bit heavy, aren't ya, hippie?" she quipped, hugging the frail girl back.

Max laughed, her tears staining the punk girl's shirt, but she only held her tighter, not wanting to let go for fear she would disappear.

"You don't know how good it is to see you. I thought…" she began, but trailed off.

"You thought what? That you would finally come say hello after ditching me five years ago?" she smirked.

Max froze, her eyes snapping open. "Five years?"

Chloe let go of the embrace and took a step back, looking her friend up and down. "Well, probably almost six years now… Wow. You look good, Max. Seriously. Such grown up. So mature."

"It's been six years…." The brunette girl began before stopping. She looked up and in to Chloe's eyes. They were still the same, but there was something missing. Something that used to be there that no longer was. And then she saw it. A flicker of it. Of the past.

But she didn't remember.

Chloe gave a small laugh. "You've gotten so weird. What have you been up to Maximus?"


Max stepped her foot up onto the rusty side of the truck and threw herself in the car. It wasn't long until Chloe did the same beside her, hitting her hands against the steering wheel.

"Damn Caulfield. I can't believe it's really you." Chloe beamed, turning to face her.

Max looked around the car, nothing had changed. It still felt so comfortable and natural for her to be here, yet there was something different, something foreign. Finally, she turned her head to look at Chloe, trying to take her all in without seeming too forward.

Her eyes finally fell down, and focused to the necklace that sat on her chest between her breasts. Her three bullet necklace. She looked away and smiled.

It was where it belonged.

She wanted to say something, something profound or witty but she found herself speechless. The smart ass Max was rendered speechless by this girl.

"You don't need to be shy about it, Max." Chloe finally said to break the silence. Putting her keys in to the ignition, she turned them to start the car. The engine only at first turned over, refusing to start and Chloe could be heard muttering obscenities under her breath. She turned the key again and finally the truck roared to life. With a triumphant smile, she gave the steering wheel a pat before putting it in to gear and pulling out of the car park.

"So, how have you been? Kicking the world's ass, Super-Max?" her eyes travelled between the road in front of her, and to her friend in her passenger's seat. She was ready to pick up where they left off, like she had never left.

Max looked down at her hands, shifting nervously. "I wouldn't say that…" she thought hard. What exactly could she say? That she had been utterly fucking miserable because the girl that was now driving this car was dead. Completely fucking dead. In the ground dead. "I've been okay, Chloe." She forced a smile.

Chloe gave a small smirk. "As convincing as always. Might I say, you're better now that I'm back in your life." It was a statement more than anything.

For the first time in a long time, Max let a small laugh escape her. And it felt nice. "Always so full of yourself, Chloe." She breathed with relief.

"Always!" the blue haired girl said triumphantly.

Max looked up, feeling a lot more at ease in this presence, smiling at her friend. "Should I be concerned where you're taking me?" she queried in mock suspicion. "I mean, a stranger practically asks you to get in their car without telling you where they're taking you…"

All of a sudden, it was like the last year had never happened. The thought of it all had failed to even cross her mind because for now, she had her back. The one thing she had wanted for a long time, had searched a long time for, had longed for even longer, she finally had it. And at this moment, nothing could destroy that for her.

However, Max wasn't stupid and knew that eventually she would have to face the past head on, but for now, that could all wait.

"Maybe you're the crazy one here, Max. Considering you actually got in my car without knowing where I was taking you." Chloe threw back. "Is today the day that Maxine-fucking-Caulfield dies?" she jested.

"Max, nev…" Max began, only to be interjected.

"…Never Maxine." Chloe finished with a contagious laugh.

Some things never changed.

"Still as witty as ever." A small smirk played upon Max's lips. "Maybe I am the crazy one." It wasn't entirely a joke, part of her felt like she had still lost her mind. But that was something she would worry about later. For now, she just needed to enjoy this moment. Like the last year had never happened.

The two girls laughed together and Max sat back in her seat, although slightly uncomfortable it still felt perfect to her. This was her place. Putting her feet up on the dash, she rested her head back on the head rest, turning her head to look out the window as they drove along the beach.

Just like before, the sun was setting and orange painted the sky with fiery passion. The ocean was calm, as if reflecting the inner peace she was finally beginning to feel. No, this wasn't the happy ending she pictured for herself, but it was a damn sight better than it had been previously. And in comparison to every shit thing that was happening, this was perfection.

After all, it was a start.

"God Max, it's so good to have you back. When I heard that you were back in Arcadia Bay, I had meant to take the time to come see you" she paused, thinking of everything she had had to go through without Max in her life. With her wishing that Max had been there. And in a way, Max had been there. Because if it hadn't been for her, Rachel would not have been brought to justice. "It's just, you know, with everything that happened, it was all a lot to deal with."

To what extent had things been messed up? What affect did Chloe being back have on this time line? And just how much did the rest of the world remember of Chloe's death, if anything at all?

At this point in time, she didn't care. As selfish as that was, she just didn't care. She would figure it all out when it finally happened.

"But… I'm glad I finally got to see you, Max." she stopped, wanting to continue but unsure how.

Max shook her head as Chloe kept talking. She was trying to piece together the story of how they got to this point. Everything with Nathan and Mark Jefferson had still happened, that's as much as she gathered. Everything else though, was still a mystery.

"Watch out, Arcadia Bay." Chloe quipped with style. "Max and Chloe are finally back together and ready to thrash this boring town."

Max continued to gaze out to the distance sleepily, taking in all of Chloe's words. She watched the scenery as it rolled passed the window. The words were intoxicating to her ears. The tone of her voice had an effect on her she couldn't quite pin point yet. It was a feeling she had felt before, but not for a long time.

"Joyce is going to be so goddamn happy to see you." Chloe spoke excitedly. "She's going to probably want to feed you up though…"

Max smiled, closing her eyes and taking in everything that was now. She felt calm, and for the first time in a year, she finally felt as though she wasn't running from anything. In fact, she was running towards it- or driving towards it, with Chloe.

"Chloe…" she began quietly, looking out to the distance. "It's good to be home."


Max's cheeks hurt, and she couldn't help but look down and smile even more at the prospect. This was such a foreign feeling to her and the euphoria she felt now, was the most amazing feeling she thought she had ever felt. She gazed down at her shoes, reflecting on the night she had just spent with Chloe and her family. It had been just like old times, with the exception that David now sat with them, instead of William.

Joyce had been ecstatic to finally see Max again after all those years, and much to Max's own dismay, but Chloe's amusement, Joyce did attempt to feed her up while making comments on how tiny she had become. The brunette after all, did have to admit she was a bit on the skinny side so while her appetite was small, she ate as much as she could force her tiny stomach to cope with to appease Chloe's mother.

David, while still David, his attitude had most definitely changed. He seemed happier, more at ease in the current situation. And his relationship with Chloe was the most surprising thing of all. While not perfect, they tolerated each other's company, and Max could tell that it wouldn't be long until Chloe's relationship with him would be as strong as anyone else's.

Max looked up from her spot on the end of the bed, as the door of Chloe's bedroom opened. The blue haired rebel stepped in and shut it behind her. With her hands behind her back, she slowly walked towards Max, peering down at her.

"So Max, was the Price right this evening?"

Max simply beamed, locking her eyes with her friends. "You're an idiot." She laughed, laying back down on her bed and staring at the ceiling. Chloe's room hadn't changed much from a year ago. A few of the posters were difference, but it was still a chaotic mess.

"A cute idiot though, right?" Chloe asked cockily, taking a seat next to Max on her bed and laying back beside her.

"The cutest." Max could only agree, after all, she couldn't deny it. "It was so good to see your mother though, Chloe. I didn't realise how much I missed her. Just like my second mum."

Chloe turned her head and smiled at the small girl, choosing to ignore that Max had said another other than giving her a compliment. "I know. Chloe Price will forever be hella cute."

Max too turned her head towards Chloe and looked in to her eyes. Those piercing blue eyes that could stare straight in to her soul. They were still so soft, and welcoming. However, it wasn't long until her eyes trailed the length of her face down to her pink lips.

She felt a blush rise to her cheeks and she turned her head away to hide it from Chloe. She mentally kicked herself for being so weak, in an attempt to compose herself. While she wanted to do whatever she could to be closer to Chloe, in this moment she could only sit up. The distance needed to be there. She couldn't push the boundaries and she would rather have her friend, if she could have nothing else right now.

"Ugh Max, seriously, you're back." Chloe began, struggling to find her words.

"No, Chloe… You're back." Max took a deep breath, her mind replaying the last year she had been alone. However, Chloe would not understand- could not understand that. "I mean, I guess for the same reason you think I'm back." She added. "We're both back."

Chloe rested her arms behind her head, closing her eyes and feeling more comfortable than she had in a long time. More at ease and relaxed than she had in the last year. For not seeing someone for six years, she couldn't deny the bond that she still felt with this girl.

"Man, I want to blaze. This day has been so… unreal. I should probably take you home though, huh? It's getting late." Chloe asked, breaking the comfortable silence. "Or, Max could stay here this evening. And we could stay up just like we used to."

Max stretched her arms above her head, rolling her shoulder blades back. "I called getting kidnapped this evening." Max said with a pointed laugh. "As long as you're not going to murder me in my sleep, I think I could probably manage crashing here."

"Perfect." Chloe got up and began to rummage through her dresser draw. "Hey, do you think Joyce would help dispose of your body? I mean, I am her baby after all…"

Max picked up a dirty shirt off the ground and threw it in Chloe's direction.

As if she knew it was coming, Chloe turned and caught it in her right hand. "Max Caulfield, always so predictable." She grinned, holding the shirt in one hand, and a joint in the other.

Settling on the bed, her back against the headboard she placed the end between her lips, taking a deep breath as she lit the opposing end. Taking it between her fingers, she removed it from her lips, holding the smoke in for a second, she finally allowed it to escape from her lips. "Now I'm in heaven. Did you want some, Max?"

Max shook her head and watched her carefully. Nothing much had changed. She was still the same Chloe she always was.

However, as perfect as this evening had been, she couldn't shake the fragile feeling that at any moment it could all be ripped out from under her.

There was a shrug. "Your loss. But don't just stand there, Max. Turn on the T.V, hit the light and get in to bed." Chloe commanded. "I can't return a tired Max Caulfield to Blackhell."

Max gave a small shy nod and did as she was told. First the television, and then the light. She moved to the side of the bed, and her attention fell to Chloe. She was bathed in the dull glow from the T.V, but even in this unflattering light, to Max, she was still the most beautiful person to have graced the face of the planet.

Chloe turned her attention away from the television and to the girl standing beside her bed, noticing her hesitation. "You okay there, Mad Max?" she asked with concern. "Did you need anything?"

Max shook her head and looked, to the side away from Chloe's stare. She needed her to stop looking at her like that. "No…"

"Then what are you waiting for, B-ro? I don't bite." Chloe gave a premature laugh, giving away the fact that she was going to tell a joke. "…Well, hard." She continued her stoned giggle.

Max blushed hard, she could still feel Chloe's eyes boring in to her, watching her every movement. As if she thought that in this darkness, Max would not notice. All that she could do was pretend that she didn't, there was no way she could say something. She wasn't as forward as Chloe was.

Chloe took a puff of her joint, as she watched the girl before her begin to undress. It wasn't that she had meant to stare, she just couldn't take her eyes away as if something was making her attention stay there. Some force saying that it was okay. They had seen each other undress many times, but this time was different. They weren't kids anymore, and Max most definitely had grown up.

With hesitation, she reached down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. Pausing briefly, she took a deep breath before beginning to pull it over her head. Still looking away, she dropped it to the ground.

Chloe felt like a sleaze, but she still couldn't force herself to look away. She watched as Max's breasts rose and fell in her bra with her shallow, uneven breaths. While they weren't as big as her own, they were still big enough to admire, and admiring was something Chloe most definitely was doing.

Reaching to the front of her jeans Max tugged open the button, sliding the zip down to its base. Stumbling ever so minutely, she began to slide the material down her thighs.

She sat there, unable to move from her trance as she watched Max continue to undress, following her hands with her eyes as they moved down her flat stomach to her pants. As she opened them, she caught a glimpse of her underwear and gulped down the lump that had grown in her throat.

Max let them drop to the floor and became increasingly aware that all she was wearing were her underwear. Her face was now bright red and she thanked the darkness for masking her embarrassment. In a feeble attempt to cover some of her nakedness, she hugged her arms tightly around her body. Finally, she pulled her eyes back to her friends. She had watched her every movement.

Max felt okay with that.

What was happening?

Finally, she saw Max shift uncomfortably and she willed with everything she had just to tear her eyes away from her half nude form. Taking a deep breath, she ashed the joint in the ash tray beside her bed before turning her attention back to the T.V, hoping that she had not been noticed. Or if she had, that Max would not be ballsy enough to say anything.

Max was finally able to move after being frozen to the spot. She reached down and pulled back Chloe's sheets, climbing under them and pulling them right up to her chin to cover her exposed body.

Chloe couldn't help but smile. Her friend was so shy, and she couldn't even begin to imagine what she had been through to make her so frail. She could tell that Max was hesitantly keeping her distance, though she was unsure if it was out of her shyness or something more.

The older girl kept her eyes on the Television, though still completely aware of Max's every movement. A lot had changed in six years. Reaching up, she ran her slender fingers through the top of her hair and took another long drag on her joint. Because of Max, someone she had cared about deeply had had her redemption. She may have been gone, but she in the end got her revenge. And she owed Max her life simply for that point.

She had only heard what Max had done to take down those demons through students at Blackwell, and through the media and while she wanted to ask so many questions, she knew that now was not the time. It was obvious that whatever she had done had taken its toll on her. She would get her answers, but for right now, she was just content living in this moment. She had her best friend back. Her crazy gorgeous best friend.

Max had turned on her side to face Chloe, the sheets pulled right up to her face, covering her nose so that only her eyes were peeking out. She watched as her friend kept her eyes glued to the T.V, almost mindlessly taking drags of her joint.

What did Maxine Caulfield want?

Of course she knew what she wanted, Chloe. This girl who's bed she was in, half naked. She wanted her. Wanted her to again stare at her as she did when she was undressing, like she meant something. Like she could have easily been claimed by her.

However, Max had to concede to the fact that Chloe was in fact Bisexual. She had been with at least one girl that Max had known of, and a few of the guys at Blackwell, or so she had heard. The fact that she was staring at her in such a provocative way could have meant something as little as the fact that she was turned on by the female form. Either way, Chloe had ignored her since.

She felt a small pout tug at the corner of her lips.

She had no reason to be jealous. Not of not having her attention, nor of her previous relationships. But Max couldn't help it. With a low groan, she grabbed the sheet and threw it up over her head, earning a stifled giggle from Chloe. Max pouted even more.

Max had had little experience in the love department. In fact, her first kiss had been from Chloe in a time line that now didn't exist. Did that make it so it never had happened? She shook her head, she would never forget it. She would never forget their first kiss, nor the passion of their second in the middle of the storm before everything changed.

The thought of someone else touching her made her stomach churn and made her irrationally angry. Of course she would have already been with other people, she was gorgeous. And had the personality to match it. Max couldn't even begin to fathom how many people looked at her the same way that she did. And then it struck her, was Chloe dating someone now? There was no way that she was still single.

Slowly she pulled the blanket back down, stopping just below her eyes to stare back up at Chloe, trying to work out the answer to her impossible question. She would never know without asking yet she was unable to ask herself.

Max yawned, a small squeak escaping her lips and she kicked herself for even making a sound. The only saving grace was that it earned a smile from Chloe, who turned to look at her.

Max could only blink back, completely enthralled by the beauty of this girl. It wasn't long until her eyelids began to feel heavy and she felt herself drifting off to sleep as Chloe stared back in to her eyes until Max had relinquished her body to rest.

Rubbing at her face, Chloe finally began to feel drowsy. Gently easing herself off the bed so as not to wake the sleeping Max, she stood up tall, stretching her long limbs. Turning back to look over her shoulder, she watched the blankets over her friend rise and fall slowly with her gentle breathing. With a long yawn, Chloe began to pull off her clothes. First her pants, which easily slid down her long, slender legs, then her shift followed. She generally liked to sleep in the nude, but wasn't exactly certain how that would go down in the morning.

She smiled, the thought of how Max would react crossing her mind. She had to admit, it would have been amusing and that thought was tempting to her.

Shaking out her limbs, she climbed under the covers beside Max, careful not to wake the peaceful sleeper. She made a move closer to her, before decidedly backing off. While it didn't feel it, Max was still so new to her. She wasn't sure what boundaries were in place and didn't want to cross them. After all, friends most certainly didn't cuddle. She looked so peaceful and serene. Reaching out with a shaking hand, she delicately brushed the back of her fingers against Max's face causing the sleeping girl to wrinkle her nose.

Chloe quickly withdrew her hand, not wanting to be caught in the act. Laying on her side, she continued to watch her sleep. She looked so worn out, but peaceful in her sleep. Chloe was glad she seemed to be getting some rest. However, rest was the last thing she wanted her to be getting if she could have it her way.

Taking a deep breath she again reached out her hand, placing it on top of Max's, gently running her fingers up and down her warm skin. It was soft and welcoming and she wanted nothing more than to melt in to it. Watching her undress had awoken something within her, something that she never knew was there. Sure, when they were kids Chloe had always had a crush on Max, but what kid didn't love their best friend.

Chloe closed her eyes, breathing in Max's scent. It was thoroughly intoxicating.

She continued to rub her thumb over Max's skin, each minute moving it up her arm, closer to her body. She was certain now that she was asleep, and could be a little bolder with her movements. She couldn't put her finger on why she felt she needed to be closer to her, it was a very foreign feeling to her.

Finally forcing herself to pull her hand away, she tucked it under the pillow and let a yawn escape her lips. She couldn't fall asleep with her hand there and risk Max waking up and feeling it. The last thing Chloe wanted was to wake up and have Max gone because of some need that she thought she had.

Eventually, contented with the warmth she could feel from her friend, she let herself fall in to sleep.

It was then that Max stirred in her sleep and rolled over before waking up. She could feel the heat from Chloe behind her, and couldn't help but wonder if she was asleep. She felt a blush take her cheeks as she thought about what Chloe was sleeping in. If she had stripped down like her, worn all her clothes to bed, or maybe had worn nothing at all.

Holding her breath, she pretended to move in her 'sleep', scooting her butt back until she met the warmth she was searching for. She froze, feeling Chloe's bare thighs against her skin. It was hot and soft, and she straightened her legs slightly so more of her flesh was touching Chloe's.

It wasn't much, but for a girl who longed for her friends touch, for now, it was enough. Feeling somewhat contented, she closed her eyes and again drifted off to sleep.


So here it is, the part where the story finally get's on track. Sort of a long chapter, but I couldn't really cut it off. It was something that needed to be all there.

I hope you guys enjoyed this little bit of Pricefield fluff. So much more to come.

Again, sorry for spelling/gramatical errors.

Also, thanks for taking the time to read, guys. Appreciate it.