Between the Lines
6th Shot: Memories
by
Silver-Eyed Rukia
Rated: T
Pairing: Max x Chloe (Pricefield)
Note: Please ignore any mistakes. Or point them out and correct me, whatever you prefer.
A soft guitar tune filled the room as the snowflakes danced through the icy winter air, brushing against the windows before continuing their journey towards the earth. Blue eyes were staring absently at those very flakes, following one until it disappeared from view just to focus on the next. She couldn't remember when she had started just staring and listening to the music or long it had been, but it must have been a while because suddenly she heard a soft curse and the music stopped.
"My hands are literally too cold for this."
Chloe rose from her horizontal position on the photographer's bed and chuckled at the sight of her girlfriend. The brunette was wearing a jacket over her usual hoodie and shirt attire and a pair of leggings beneath her jeans, her favourite sneakers replaced by a pair of boots. Her acoustic guitar was resting atop of her legs as she tried to warm her hands by rubbing them together, shivering from the cold that was lingering in the room.
"I hope Samuel fixes the heater soon, my fingers are about to fall off. Among other things."
The bluenette stood up and walked over to the smaller girl, plopped down on the couch next to her and gently took her hands into her own, warming them with hushed breaths and the same motion she had seen the girl use earlier.
"No wonder you are always cold in winter when your body is used to hoodies 24/7 364 days a year", she said, smiling when she felt Max lean against her for warmth and comfort.
"It's comfortable, don't judge me. Not all of us can be living breathing space heaters on legs", Max mumbled, sniffling. "I think I am getting sick."
The punker hummed and kissed the tip of her girlfriend's reddish nose before nodding her head towards the guitar. "What were you playing just now? Sounded pretty damn good. And somehow hella familiar."
Max's lips curled into a nostalgic smile as she disentangled her hands from Chloe's and picked up the instrument again. "It's called Mountains by Message to Bears. I found it in your CD stack, towards the bottom where all of…her CDs were kept." Heavy silence fell over the room like a blanket at the mention of Rachel and Max bit her bottom lip nervously, looking up at her love through her bangs.
"I'm not going to have a freaking meltdown every time you mention her, you know? It's been well over a year since then. Our one year anniversary is soon too, nerd", Chloe chuckled and ruffled through Max's hair. "I have fond memories of her. I just…stopped listening to the songs she gave me after she disappeared."
Max reached out for her, one hand holding her guitar and the other resting on the bluenette's neck, pulling her in for a kiss. They parted when the need for oxygen became bigger than the need for each other and Chloe stood up, shivering in mock disgust. "Ew, too much touchy feely stuff going on here." Max laughed and playfully swatted Chloe's arm.
"You never complained about the touching part before, especially not last night."
"True enough. And I bet wowser is something that is commonly said during the after-sex cuddles."
"Chloe, you ass!"
Merry laughter filled the photographer's from embarrassment reddened ears before the look on the punk's face turned serious again, almost eager. "Can you teach me?"
"What, the song?"
"Yeah. I want to play it for her."
"Sure."
Max reached out for her girlfriend's hand, gently tugging her closer and removing the guitar to let her sit in her lap. Chloe was obviously embarrassed, face tinted pink and squirming as the hipster wrapped one arm around the taller girl while the other held the guitar tightly, placing it in front of them to allow them both to reach it. It was usually Chloe holding Max or letting her sit in her lap, not the other way around.
"Okay, seeing that your playing skills are a little bit rusty I'll start from the beginning. Give me your hand. No, the other one. Good dog Chloe, stop being so whiny."
"Am not, okay? You're being a shitty teacher."
A raised eyebrow was shot her way and Max threatened to throw the girl off her lap. "You want something from me, so play nice or you can teach yourself."
"Okay, okay. Traveling through time sure gave you some major balls."
Max just shrugged before guiding the bluenette's hands back to where they should reside, starting to play the soft tune that just in a few weeks' time would be heard all over the Arcadia Bay graveyard, originating from a tombstone with the engravings "Rachel Amber, angel and eternal light."
Author's Note: In German (and UK English, which we learn in English in Germany) we use the comma after the direct speech, like this: "Bla bla", [subject name here] said. So please bear with it, it's too much work to go back and change it every time since it's how I learned it. I am aware that this is different in American. Thank you for your attention and understanding.
Well. I'll be honest and say that I am not really happy how this turned out. I had this idea in my head but no matter how long I thought about it, this was what eventually became of it. I hope it's readable and I hope my next story will be of better quality IF this one kinda sucks. Eh.
PS: You can still send me prompts here or on tumblr if you want :) I'll try to use them when inspiration strikes
Phrase of the Day
When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure
~Unknown
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