Welcome back! This chapter took longer to be released due to the fact that I wasn't quite sure how I wanted to move forward in time. Like, I didn't know how much time I wanted to pass. Then I decided that, since I want this story to start out in October, I'll skip to Halloween.
WARNING: Slight Marren *insert joking gag here*, a jealous Chloe, a drunk Chloe, and a little Pricefield arguing (I'm sorry, don't be mad ;-;)
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~I'm not here, nor anywhere
I wanna be with you, you're unaware
I'm a paperweight...~
*Two weeks later...*
"Aw, c'mon, Chloe! You have to go!" Max pleaded, tugging slightly on the older girl's sleeve.
The trio was standing by the fountain in front of the school, talking a bit before Rachel and Max had to get to class.
Chloe rolled her eyes, plucking the joint she had from between her lips. "Like hell I do." Despite her annoyance with the current conversation going down, Chloe could feel the corner of her lip twitch in amusement at Max's antics.
"You know you love parties." Rachel chirped. She took Chloe's blunt from her and took a drag herself. Chloe made a face.
"Yeah, and I love Halloween. I love Halloween parties." Chloe said. "But when you throw Blackwell into the mix, that's when I have to say 'fuck that'."
"But Dana's parties are amazing! Er, so I've heard." Max had to remember that Dana had been at Blackwell longer than her and she'd never been to one of the earlier parties. "I'm not lying when I say she's been planning it since the first week of school."
"You know I've been to them. Dana really knows how to throw down." Rachel said. "You've flaked on me for the past two years, Chlo. Just join in this once."
Chloe reached over and took her weed back, to which Rachel replied with a playful dirty look. "I'm not budging. I'd rather place my head in my car and shut the door on it repeatedly then set foot in that school again."
"You have no problem coming to the dorms." Rachel said.
"Those are the dorms, smart ass. Not the actual school." Chloe responded. "Last time I was in that school, Principal Drunkard was telling me I was expelled."
"Please? We're only gonna keep begging you." Max said. Chloe groaned.
"Okay, even if I agreed to go, what would I dress up as?" Chloe decided to amuse them a bit. If she was successful, maybe they'd back off.
"You could go as the Big Bad Wolf." Rachel suggested.
"Didn't I dress up as that when I was ten? Think of something else." Chloe said, smoking from her joint.
Max took a step back in order to fully evaluate Chloe. She bit her lip and Chloe looked at her. "What, see something you like?"
Yes. "Just... Um, trying to figure out what you could be." Max said. She tried her hardest not to blush. "What about a pirate?"
"Pirate?" Chloe said, quirking an eyebrow.
"That's perfect. You always did love the idea of being a Captain." Rachel pointed out.
"A Captain is only as good as their crew, to which I have none." Chloe said. "I don't even have a First Mate."
"Easy. Max." Rachel said.
Max and Chloe gave Rachel a similar what-the-fuck look. Chloe's was more defined, like she was trying to figure out if Rachel was making a play on her words. And, knowing her, she most likely was.
"What?" Rachel said.
"I didn't even say I'd-" Chloe started.
"I'll do it." Max said.
Rachel grinned from ear to ear and Chloe felt her heart take off in her chest. In her mind's eye, she could see Max dressed up in a bandana, a hook, an eye patch, a loose white t-shirt tucked into belted brown shorts...
Oh, no, she's hot. Chloe whined in her thoughts.*
"See, it's all settled." Rachel said. "Now we need to get you a costume."
"I hate you guys." Chloe grumbled. She stomped out her blunt and shoved her hands in her pockets. "When's the party?"
"Tomorrow. Which means we have just over twenty four hours to get you two costumes." Rachel said.
"Why is she having the party on Halloween?" Chloe asked.
"Why wouldn't she?" Rachel said. She looked at Max. "When do you want to do this?"
"Well, we have Jefferson in a few minutes and then I have to work on my science project with Warren." Max didn't notice the way Chloe tensed at Warren's name. She'd heard it a lot the past two weeks and it irked the hell out of her.
"How long with that take?" Rachel said.
"We were gonna work on it all afternoon. But I'll tell him to shorten it to an hour. He'll understand." Max smiled.
"Both of you are forgetting one crucial element to all this." Chloe said, drawing the two girl's attention.
"What?" Max and Rachel said together.
"All the costume stores in Arcadia Bay suck ass." Chloe said. "They're like the rejects of the Rocky Horror Picture Show."**
"No problem. We'll go to Portland." Rachel said with a simply shrug.
"That's over an hour drive, Rach. I do not want to drive an hour for a goddamn pirate costume." Chloe said.
Rachel rolled her eyes. "You're such a baby. If I pay for the gas, will you go?"
"Hmph. I'll think about it." Chloe said.
"That means yes." Rachel told Max with a grin. Max returned it. "Alright, we should probably be going. Catch you later, Chlo."
"Yeah, yeah." Chloe replied, shaking her head.
"Meet us in the parking lot at noon!" Max called behind her.
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Max was only half focused in her class. She was listening to Jefferson drone on about how photography integrated itself into modern day cultures or something along those lines, while also anticipating the upcoming trip to Portland. In the past two weeks, Max spent more time out with Chloe and Rachel than she did in her own dorm.
Not that she minded it. She loved being around them. And it was nice of Rachel to be there for her until she was comfortable enough to be around Chloe alone. With her ever growing crush on Chloe, Max was nervous for the day that Rachel wouldn't be around and it would just be them. Butterflies flared up in her stomach at the very thought of it. After all, a lot can happen when you're alone with the person you like.
After what felt like a thousand years, the bell rang and Max saw Rachel stand from her desk. She looked over her shoulder and mouthed "see you later" before heading out with Victoria, Taylor and Courtney. It was so easy to forget that Rachel was in the Vortex Club, considering how nice of a person she was. She broke the stereotype that everyone in that club was an elite asshole.
Max stood up from her chair, gathering up her belongings, and Kate approached her. Max looked up and smiled at her. "Hey, Kate. What's up?"
"I was coming to find out if you were okay." Kate asked. "You seemed a little out of it all throughout class."
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine." Max knew she was starting to blush. "Just a little anxious, I guess."
"Anxious about what?"
Crap. Another thing Max forgot. Max had managed to keep her friendship with Chloe hidden from Kate. There were a few close calls, though, and that told her that she'd eventually have to let the cat out of the bag. She needed to come up with a cover.
"You know the deadline for the Everyday Heroes competition is coming up." Max said. "I'm going out today to look for a good photo opportunity. I'm just anxious that I won't find one."
Kate smiled. "There's no need to be nervous, Max. I'm sure you'll find the perfect picture."
"Thanks, Kate. I always feel better after talking to you." Max picked up her bag. "Let's talk later, I need to go find Warren."
"Definitely. See you later." Kate said.
Max smiled at her and tried not to make it obvious that she was leaving the room in a hurry. Just as she exited the room, her phone buzzed in her pocket. Probably Warren already wondering where I am. she thought with a sigh as she pulled her phone out. Just as she suspected, it was Warren.
Warren: Maximum Overdrive, where you at?
The thing about Warren was that Max was more than aware of how he felt about her. Rachel loved making jokes about it a while back before everything happened with Chloe. Max never saw him as more of a little brother since they first met. But she knew telling him that would probably crush him, so she tried to do and say things that would tell him "Hey, I'm not interested." She even tried steering him towards a girl more his type named Brooke. She didn't really know what was going on there.
Max: I'm on my way, no worries.
Warren: Thought you would've forgotten about me haha.
Max: Forget about you? Never.
Warren: That's a relief. See you soon.
Max rolled her eyes with a smile. She adjusted the strap of her messenger bag and picked up the pace towards the boy's dormitories.
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"Where is she?" Chloe said. Her fingers were tapping against the steering wheel of her truck.
"Relax, she just told me she's on her way." Rachel held up her phone, showing her messages between her and Max to Chloe.
"She said be here at noon and it's almost twelve thirty." Chloe said. "The fuck was she doing with him that she forgot?"
"Don't tell me you're jealous of Warren." Rachel said. The way Chloe decided not to answer gave away the obvious. Rachel started laughing. "Oh, my god. Chloe Price is jealous!"
"Fuck off." Chloe mumbled through her teeth.
"It's cute! I can't believe you're jealous!" Rachel poked at Chloe's shoulder.
"Didn't I just tell you to fuck off?" Chloe said. She glared at Rachel.
"You have nothing to worry about. Max seems him as nothing more than a little brother. She's told me over and over again." Rachel assured her.
"Yeah, whatever." Chloe said.
She leaned forward in time to see Max skipping down the stairs towards the truck. She ran to it and Rachel opened the door, sliding over for Max to hop in.
"Dog, I'm so sorry." Max panted when sure got in, leaning back against the chair as Chloe started up the truck. "We lost track of time."
"It's all good. Right, Chloe?" Rachel gave the bluenette a pointed look, demanding that she straighten up.
"Yeah. It's all good." Chloe said, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.
Max didn't buy the flat response and looked at Rachel. "Is she okay?"
The evident concern in her tone made Chloe immediately feel bad for acting like a child. She felt a burn in her stomach and sighed. She put her elbow up on the window opening and propped her head up on her hand.
"She's fine." Rachel said. "You know how she can be."
"Hmm." Max hummed. She dropped the matter, which both Chloe and Rachel were thankful for.
"Wanna put on some tunes?" Chloe said. She glanced at her glove compartment. "We have an hour drive ahead of us."
"Sure." Max said.
Max reached down and popped open the compartment, reaching in and taking out a few CDs. Her face lit up at the familiar names. "You listen to Message to Bears, Syd Matters, and Foals?"
"What? You thought I was all Sleeping With Sirens and Sparklehorse?" Chloe said with a smirk. "I don't know if I should be offended or not."
"No, no, I just didn't expect you to listen to them." Max blushed a bit. "Do you mind if I put in Message to Bears?"
"I didn't ask you about music for fun, Maxipad." Chloe's use of that nickname made Rachel laugh and Max blush more.
Max opened up the case and took out the CD, putting it in the player. Mountains started playing through the speakers and Max smiled. "I love this song."
"Same here." Rachel agreed.
"You two are such hipsters." Chloe teased.
"Says the one that owns the CD!" Max said.
"Touché, Caulfield. Touché."
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"No, not that one. It's ugly." Rachel told Max, who was holding up a First Mate pirate costume to her body.
"Hella ugly, you mean." Chloe said with a glance at it. She was busy shoving costumes aside on the racks.
"Are you cereal?" Max said. She looked down at the costume with a frown. Chloe choked on a laugh.
Stop being so goddamn cute. she thought.
"Super cereal." Rachel said. She gestured for Max to come to her. "C'mere, you obviously need help."
"This is the third costume we've looked at." Max whined as she approached Rachel.
Rachel took the costume from Max and put it on there nearest rack. "Don't worry, we'll find you one. If necessary, we'll buy three of them and mix and match. Or should I say mix and Max?"
There was a very audible groan from Chloe and a laugh from Max. "Terrible. Just terrible."
"I'll be here all week." Rachel said, smiling. "Aha! Here," She pulled another pirate costume out and shoved it into Max's hands. "Go try this on. Now."
"O...kay..." Max said.
Max turned and headed towards the dressing rooms, and Rachel walked up to Chloe. "What about you?"
"Oh, I'm doing just peachy." Chloe said, frustrated. She swatted at the costumes. "Why are these all so fucking terrible? I could make a better Captain costume in one hour than they can in... however long it took them to come up with this shit!"
"We can mix and match with you, too, if necessary." Rachel said.
Chloe groaned. "Why did I allow myself to be forced into this situation?"
"Beats me. But if you will excuse me, I saw a cute cat outfit somewhere." Rachel grinned and left towards another isle in search of the costume. Chloe continued her fruitless search, mumbling to herself. It was another few minutes before she heard Max's voice come from behind her.
"Where'd Rachel go?" she asked.
"She saw some cat costume she wanted to go look for." Chloe said.
"Oh, well... Can you tell me how this looks?"
Chloe turned around, not thinking to brace herself for what she would see, and her breath caught. Her eyes widened slightly and her heart practically exploded out of her chest.
Max was dressed up in a white shirt (which had holes on the shoulders revealing her freckles) with a large collar that had crossed strings over her chest. An open black vest was worn on top and black and red stripped pants covered her legs, running into black cuffed boots. A belt was slanted over her midsection. On her head she wore a red band. She was carrying her clothes in her hands.
Holy shit.
Chloe's brain was fried.
"Chloe?" Max asked.
"Woah! Looking sick, Max!" Rachel said as she came around the corner, a costume in her hand. "I think we should go with that one."
"Uh, thanks, but I think you should check Chloe." Max said.
Rachel looked at Chloe, who was still trying to form a coherent sentence. The blonde laughed a bit and waved her hand on front of Chloe's eyes. "Yo, Chlo? You here with us?"
Chloe blinked a couple times and looked between Rachel and Max. She quickly turned back towards the rack, feeling her face grow hot. Fuck, I'm actually blushing. Fuck. "Uh, yeah. It's cool. You should get it."
"Really?" Max sounded so excited. Chloe almost couldn't stand it.
"It's official. You're getting that one. Now you help Chloe look for hers while I go change into mine." Rachel said as she walked away.
Max waited until Rachel was out of hearing range to talk. "I didn't want to be rude, but where does Rachel get all this money from?"
"Her boyfriend Frank makes a fortune selling drugs." Chloe said. "He makes most of his money off of Nathan Prescott."
"Her boyfriend is a drug dealer?" Max asked.
"Yeah, but don't freak. Frank is actually a cool guy. He's been there for her and even me a few times. He deals the drugs more than he uses them himself, so he isn't some doped up dangerous dude." Chloe smiled. "He really does care about Rachel, so I never complained."
Max nodded, understanding, and stepped up beside Chloe to help her look for a costume. Chloe tried her best not to stare like an idiot at Max in her costume. But she looked so damn cute. The punk bit down on the inside of her lip and kept her eyes forward.
"Oh, what about this one?" Max pulled a costume out and held it up. Chloe looked at it, narrowing her eyes.
"Hmm. Maybe. Put it on the stool behind us." she told her, which made Max beam.
Today is gonna kill me. Chloe thought.
"Okay, try to keep your pants on."
Rachel was coming back, dressed up in her white cat outside that consisted of a white leotard with an attached tail (which she was twirling in her hand), fishnet leggings, and cat ears on her head. "I can do the cat makeup and wear my white sneakers." she said. She turned for them to get a full view. "What do you guys think?"
"It's nice." Chloe and Max said.
"That's all I get? I don't get sexy, or hot?" Rachel joked.
"I could of told you slutty." Chloe laughed.
"Watch yourself, Price." Rachel mock-threatened. "Did you find anything?"
"This one." Max said, picking up the outfit she'd chosen.
Rachel looked the Captain costume up and down. "It just might work. Okay, Chloe. Your turn."
Chloe sighed heavily and looked at Max, holding her hand out. Max handed her the costume and she trudged off towards the dressing rooms.
Seven minutes later, Chloe was done up in a blue long coat over a white and goldish button down shirt, brown pants, black boots, with a black and white band tied at her waist. Her head was topped with a black and red captain hat. She looked herself over in the mirror and something told her that Max chose that specific one because of the blue.
I look fucking ridiculous. she thought as she grabbed her stuff and left the dressing room.
She found Rachel and Max chatting amongst themselves when she returned and had to clear her throat to get their attention. The two of them looked up. Rachel smiled, impressed, while Max started to blush. Only one thing could cross the brunette's mind.
Wowser.
"I look like an idiot." Chloe grumbled.
"You look adorable, shut up." Rachel said. She looked at Max. "Nice choice with the blue."
"Thank you." Max grinned. Chloe rolled her eyes.
"Are we done now?" she said.
"Yeah, we're done. If you want, I can draw on a fake mustache and beard for you with my mascara." Rachel offered.
"Sure. Whatever. Let's just change and get out of here." Chloe said, already going back to the dressing room.
Twenty minutes passed and the trio were back on the road, heading back to Arcadia Bay with their costumes folded up in Rachel's lap.
*The next day...*
Chloe was sitting patiently in her chair at the desk, her head titled upward and held in place by Rachel's hand. Rachel was painting on the fake goatee and mustache with her waterproof mascara. They were already changed into their costumes and were waiting on Max to come back from the bathroom.
"And... Done!" Rachel declared proudly, taking a step back.
"Finally. My neck was cramping up." Chloe complained. She rolled her shoulders and rotated her neck to loosen it up.
"Well if you'd just kept still the first time I wouldn't of had to start over." Rachel said.
"Whatevs." Chloe stood up and stretched. "What's taking her so long? Doesn't the party start soon?"
"Half an hour, she still has time." Rachel said. "But I'll go check on her."
Chloe watched Rachel walk to the bathroom and knock. "Max?"
"Yeah, just a minute! My, uhm, bra is stuck." It was easy to tell by her voice that Max was flustered.
"Do you need help?" Rachel asked.
"Ah, I don't know." Max said. "Possibly."
"Alright, one second." Rachel came back to the room and gave Chloe a look.
Chloe shook her head and held up her hands. "Uh-uh. No way. Fuck that."
"Like you haven't wondered what she looks like shirtless." Rachel winked at Chloe. "Just go in there and help her."
"Why not you?" Chloe said.
"Because I still have to do my make up and you know how I get when it's not on fleek." Rachel laughed.
"Ugh, don't use that stupid ass word." Chloe said. "I'll do it, but I'm gonna kill you afterwards."
"Quick and painless please!" Rachel called after her as she stalked off to the bathroom.
Chloe knocked on the door once. "Uh, Max? I'm coming in, okay?"
"Yeah." Max said.
Chloe managed to brace herself this time as she opened the door slowly and stepped in. Lucky for her, Max had her back to her and was holding the bra in place behind her. Max looked over her shoulder at Chloe and offered an embarrassed smile.
"Hold on, I got you." Chloe said.
She stepped up behind Max and took the place of her hands. She could see where it was stuck. The hook was caught on the white shirt. Chloe swallowed, her hands shaking slightly, and tried her best not to touch Max's skin (Why the fuck does she have freckles everywhere?) as she gently pulled the hook out and attached it properly to the other end.
"There. All set." Chloe said.
Max adjusted the shirt. "Thank you."
"No problem." Chloe said with a nod. "Are you, uh... Are you ready?"
"Mhmm." Max hummed.
Chloe nodded dumbly again and left the bathroom, not bothering to wait for Max to finish gathering her clothes and follow. Chloe gave Rachel her infamous death stare when she reentered her room. Rachel just smiled back in the mirror.
When Rachel finished her cat face, the three of them went to Chloe's truck and left for the school.
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"Max, Rachel, you made it!" Dana said over the music. She was dressed up as an undead cheerleader.
"Of course! Thanks for the invite!" Rachel said.
"Anytime!" Dana grinned at them. "Enjoy yourselves!"
The party was talking place in the Blackwell pool (which didn't make sense to Chloe. If you were gonna swim, why dress up?). The DJ station was set up at the front and lights were colored a brilliant red with different colored shapes dancing among the wall. Everyone was either swimming, dancing, drinking or smoking. Chloe had no problem with any of those things, but the fact that it was going on at the school she loathed almost made her hate them.
"So, where do you guys want to go first?" Max asked.
"Seeing as I'm here against my will, I need a drink." Chloe said. "I'll be at the alcohol table if you need me."
Max frowned, watching Chloe walk away from them. Rachel placed a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry about her. She'll loosen up. Until then, let's dance."
Rachel led Max away to a better dance area, but Max was still watching Chloe through the crowd as she chatted up the bartender for a drink. She didn't want to leave the bluenette alone, but she didn't want to bother her either. If Rachel was telling her not to worry...
The song changed to something that Max hadn't heard in two years. 'Like a G6' started blaring from the speakers and there were 'whoops' and 'hell yeah's' coming from the partygoers.
This song is such a throwback. she thought. It was the shit back in 2010.
As the party progressed, so did Chloe's mood. But only because she'd downed a few. She was bobbing her head to the music and scanning the crowd. She knew exactly where Max and Rachel were, but there were a few people she was looking to avoid. She did not want to see Victoria Chase or Nathan Prescott anywhere near her. Drunk or not, that would ruin everything for her.
"Another one." Chloe told the bartender, holding her cup out.
The guy smiled and took the glass, going to fix her another glass. Chloe's gaze found her way back to Rachel and Max, who seemed to be enjoying themselves. They were laughing and talking, but Chloe wasn't good at reading lips. Especially in the state she was in. When the bartender set her glass down beside her, she nodded him her thanks and picked it up.
Might as well join them. she thought, walking in their direction.
She slipped by people, biting her tongue to avoid cussing those out that got in her way or accidentally shoved her. She was only a few feet away when she saw someone approach her friends and tap Max on the shoulder. Max turned around and smiled, seeming happy to see them. It was some guy in an ape costume. How could Max tell who it was?
The hand of the ape reached up and pulled back the mask, and Chloe understood. It was Warren, smiling from ear to ear. He started talking but the punk didn't care that she couldn't tell what he was saying. Her hand tightened around the glass in her hand when he started dancing with them. She turned around and headed for the exit.
"Great party, huh, Max?" Warren said.
"Definitely! You really went all out with your costume!" Max said.
"Go big or go home, am I right?" Warren said. "You look awesome as a pirate."
"I helped her pick it out." Rachel said, smiling over Max's shoulder.
"It's great." Warren said.
"Hey, speaking of pirates," Max looked at the drink table. Her heart skipped when she saw that Chloe had disappeared. "Where's Chloe?"
Rachel followed her gaze and her eyebrows furrowed together. "Good question. Are you gonna go look for her?"
"Considering that she had a drink, I probably should." Max said. "I'll be back."
Max eased her way around the dancers, careful not to step on anyone's feet, and made her way to the drink table. The bartender smiled at her and leaned forward on his hands. "Come here to plunder some of my booty?" he said.
Max tried not to gag. "Actually, I'm looking for my Captain. Have you seen her?"
"Yeah. About a minute ago. I think she went outside." the guy said.
"Thank you." Max replied.
Max walked towards the exit of the pool, taking a deep breath of fresh air when she got the door open. The sun was starting to set, hues of pink, orange and purple taking up the sky. Max looked both ways before spotting Chloe standing under the street light by the parking lot. She breathed a sigh of relief.
"Chloe!" She said, starting for her.
Chloe turned around at her name and, when she saw Max, made a face. "What?"
"Are you okay?" Max asked.
"I'm fine. Go back to dancing with your boyfriend and Rachel." Chloe practically snapped at her. She took a sip from her glass. Her tone made Max flinch.
"Boyfriend..? Warren isn't my boyfriend." For some odd reason, Chloe thinking that she was dating Warren hurt more than her yelling at her.
"Oh, sssure!" Chloe's words slurred a bit.
"He's not." Max said.
"Yeah? Then why are you alwayss talking about 'im?" Chloe said. "'I gotta do this with Warren, I told Warren that.'" Chloe mocked. "You spend an awful lot of time with him."
Remember, Max, Chloe is drunk. Max told herself. "He's just a good friend of mine. Honest, Chloe. I don't want to date him-"
"I thought you were so cute, too." Chloe said, which made Max freeze. "The way you always fucking blush... When you stutter... It's too goddamn much."
"Chloe..." Max said. She's drunk.
The punk wasn't listening. "But that's fine, right? Go be with Waldo! He's probably better for you anyway. You'll just get rid of me after a while. Won't you? Are you my friend out of pity? Is that all this is? Gotta be! Why would anyone want to be friends with a fuck up like me?"
Max's jaw set. She was fed up with this. "You listen here, Chloe Price." She started. I don't care if she remembers this or not. She needs to hear this. "Don't ever talk about yourself like that. You are amazing, okay? And no one could ever replace you."
"Don't lie to me." Chloe said, almost pleadingly.
"I'm not lying to you." Max said. She stepped up to Chloe and took the drink from her hand, replacing it with her hand. "Chloe, I've only known you for two weeks but I feel like I've known you forever. You act like a hardass, but you're not. I know you're not."
Chloe met Max's eyes. Max could see so much pain in them, jealousy and something unidentifiable mingled in. Her eyes had watered up and Max could feel Chloe's even breaths wash over her every time she exhaled. Her heart pounded in her ears. She saw Chloe's gaze flit down to her lips and it brought her back to when they were in the closet. She felt a surge in her chest and absentmindedly bit her lip.
"Max..." Chloe whispered. Max didn't even notice the smell of alcohol that flowed with her name. She was too busy trying to understand the heat that had erupted within her. She felt Chloe's other hand go for her waist and pull her closer.
Wanting. Hunger. That's what else was in her eyes.
Max gulped. She's drunk, she's drunk, she's drunk. "Come on," she said quietly. She took a step back, resulting in Chloe's hand dropping from her hip. "You're in no position to drive. I'll send Rachel a text and you can crash on my couch."
Chloe seemed to understand and nodded. She was tense. Max sighed and led Chloe towards the girl dorms.
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I'm sorry for the tease, but they're not kissing yet! I thought about it, I really did, but I decided against it. A first kiss with your crush while they're drunk isn't really ideal, now is it?
* = Yes, I made a Spongebob reference. Deal with it.
** = This was going to be "rejects of Beverly Hills", but then I remembered this was supposed to be Halloween and changed it. You can decide which one is funnier.
ALSO: I'll be going on a trip to New York on Saturday, so the next chapter will be late. Just be patient and I'll write when I can :)
CaptainVampireQueen awaaay!
