"Please tell me you didn't do it" Chloe let out flummoxed as she was bent over the bathtub, trying to get the shower running.
"I tried, but my body just couldn't hold it stretched" Max was sitting on the closed lid on the toilet, watching Chloe fiddling with the shower handles.
"Probably because only psychos are able to break their own wrist on purpose" Chloe's voice was surprisingly calm, considering the uncomfortable subject, as she was spending an unusual amount of time getting the shower to run.
"You don't think I'm a psycho?" Unsure of why she even asked that; Max found her eyes staring at her friend's behind, slightly waving from left to right.
"You're psychobilly, Max" Turning one of the handles, finally resulted in water pouring out from the shower head. "Got it," she whispered just before standing up.
"That doesn't sound like a compliment" Thinking it was some mental disorder, Max leaned back but felt oddly pleasant by sitting in this small, white room with her topless friend.
"It is. It's a rock genre. A mixture of Rock, punk rock and R&B" Chloe took a step to the left and pushed the blue shower curtain to the side.
"Still doesn't sound like a compliment" Feeling like she had been staring at the strap of Chloe's black bra for an eternity, Max made a quick scan of the bathroom they were in. It was remarkable clean and white. Everything in there complimented each other. The white ceramic walls with a simple painting hanging on the wall next to Chloe, the light-grey floor tiles, a white bathtub big enough for two people and possibly a midget as well. The only thing out-of-place was the beige sink attached to the left side of the wall with a square mirror hanging above it, which Max remembered could be opened and used as a compartment containing a single toothbrush, mouthwash, a small amount of makeup and some medicine. Alfred had his own bathroom downstairs, so besides some shampoo, soap on a shelf hanging above the bathtub and a towel next to the sink, these were the only items lying around.
"Dude, you're exactly like psychobilly. A mixture of awesome genres, making the perfect fusion. I don't want to stand here and make a list, but, you know…" At this point, it looked like Chloe was just standing around with her back facing Max.
"Please do" Max chuckled lightly. It was not that she craved compliments– even though she could use it- but she just really enjoyed Chloe's flustered approach when she had to compliment Max.
Making a joyful sigh, Chloe turned around and exposed her topless front to Max with a small grin.
"You're sweet, smart, have freckles and can chop onions into small pieces surprisingly quick. Making the perfect Max"
Barely acknowledging the odd compliments, Max began clapping gently with her hands between her knees, taking the opportunity to admire Chloe's upper-body without it looking too suspicious. It was not like they haven't seen each other in underwear before, even naked on rare occasions, but everything had changed after that talk they had yesterday. It was odd, but knowing they both liked each other, knowing they were both attracted to each other, made moments like these so much more stimulating and exciting. Her mind was way out of her head as she let out a thanks to her friend, looking where the black cup of her bra and the top of Chloe's breasts met. A b-cup with a band size of 74, Max remembered. Similar to Max's own bra size, a little bigger, but close enough for them being able to borrow each other's bras if needed. The subtle white spots on her breasts, revealed that Chloe must have been a little cold, but provided a texture that shaped them in a subtle way.
Max opened her eyes a little more, taking by surprise when she saw Chloe putting her hand on her back and unlocking the lock on her bra before moving the straps down her arms. Max intentionally stopped breathing as she quickly looked at Chloe's face, seeing her looking to her right in the direction of the painting, not paying attention to Max. The black bra fell slightly down before Chloe grabbed it and took it off completely, exposing the entirety of her breasts. The only sound was the water from the shower head hitting the ceramic bathtub, sounding like a million of tiny explosions. It was clear that Chloe was intentionally looking away, that she let her friend take a look and Max was more than willing to do so.
Her face was heating up slightly as she mindlessly watched her friend's still breasts with fitting proportions and shape. She could only imagine the softness of her friend's body and slim figure. Her breasts bounced slightly as Chloe moved her body, turning her head forward but looking a little above Max and placing her hands on the top of her pants. As her body was now perfectly facing Max, she took notice of Chloe's tattoo on her right arm showing plants along with it roots, the thorns of the stem of some flowers and a yellow skull covered in it all, with some red cloth going from the bottom all the way up to her shoulder. Never before had the tattoo stood more out than when she unzipped her pants along with her panties, exposing her naked body. It was like a beautiful painting on a blank canvas, providing the essence of her character in such a surreptitious way. She looked so vulnerable but so honest in a mind-provokingly way. Only one feeling surpassed Max's arousal and that was the mixed feeling of discomfiture and attainment. Her blue-haired friend just stood there, letting the pins of water behind her crash onto the ceramic. All the possibilities passed her and eventually escaped as Chloe sighed and turned around, briefly showing her naked body from behind and all Max could get herself to do, was to observe the naked girl. Her heart was pounding as her eyes fell down on Chloe's behind as she lifted her right foot into the bathtub. Max forced down her instinctive desires and tried to keep calm, but couldn't sway her eyes from every shape of the female form before her. Chloe took another step and was now standing in the bathtub, letting the water hit her feet. Her body turning sideways, showing the tight skin against her ribs as she stretched her arms, showing her curvy hips and stomach. She turned her head, looking directly at Max, showing a flustered face and an indistinct smile before she grabbed the blue shower curtain and closed it, hiding her body behind it. A nugget of gold rolling down a hill, getting lost in the river at the bottom because there was no attempt to chase after it. Now, only the silhouette of a girl placing her hands on her shoulders and letting the water hit her freely remained.
"I failed to prevent the information from going online," Max let out without a thought, having to get it out.
"I know," Chloe responded with a neutral tone, letting her arms fall to the side.
Max kept her attention on the silhouette of her friend, seeing only her shape and her breast's slight movement whenever she moved.
"You do?" She was less than curious as to why, but the words just seemed placed in front of her.
"Well, you told me that you couldn't break your own wrist– thank god- and you seem sad and have that puzzled expression on your face. That could of course just be because you saw me naked, but I'd like to think that wouldn't make you sad"
Even without being able to see it, it was obvious that Chloe had a smirk on her lips as she let her head fall down in order for the water to hit the top of her head.
A chuckle came from Max, as she too let her head fall down, looking at her own hands which had finally stopped trembling.
"You don't seem to be bothered about it though" Max was unsure if the implied questioning was bothersome, but the words were already written out for her.
Chloe bent down to reach for the bottle of shampoo standing on the corner of the bathtub.
"I guess I am," she nearly sighed when she arched her back.
"But you just need to think about something that makes you happy to outshine the shit"
Max silently nodded even though it was something easier said than done.
"What do I need to think about then?" The very subject brought a downhearted feeling through Max that she tried to shove away.
"Whatever makes you happy. It's different from person to person" Chloe sounded like a confident preacher as she ran her hands with the shampoo through her hair.
"Yeah, but like… what makes you happy?" The answer she waited for was somehow predictable, but she limited it to a fleeting hope, rather than a fact.
"You" she shortly let out.
Yet, it quickly became a fact. A fact that made Max suck in her lips to keep from making a goofy smile.
"And… I also imagined something we could do after all this shit is done" Chloe continued as she was rinsing her hair while Max agreed with herself she would pay 10$ to see Chloe's body at this very moment, but 20$ to see her expression.
"Tell me," Max adjusted her body on the toilet seat, ready to listen to Chloe's idea and ready to be fully on board.
Chloe waited a few seconds to respond as she took a step forward and let her head fall down once more, now letting the water hit the back of her head.
"We could visit your parents and then go camping in that huge forest close-by. The one we explored once"
"With my parents?" This question was the first thing that came to Max's mind. It was worded wrongly, but for valid reasons, her parents were rarely in the picture when she imagined spending time with Chloe.
"Sure. Why not?" The girl behind the shower curtain did a dangerous twirl and now faced the back wall.
Max lifted her index finger up to hear forehead and removed the right side of her bangs.
"Then we can't do dirty stuff" Max impressed herself as to how she was able to say that sentence without smiling, which made actually saying it, even more funny.
Chloe, clearly being amused as well, let out a loud chuckle before turning around again and bend down to turn off the running water, suddenly silencing the room.
"Can you hand me a towel?"
Max was quick to stand up, still feeling giddy about her response as she scanned the small room for a towel.
"I don't know, can I?" She let out with the most galling voice she was able to do.
"God, shut up," Chloe chuckled again, holding her arms close to her body as Max spotted a white towel next to the sink.
Max shook her head at her own comment, feeling stupid but victorious for taking the cheap shot as she grabbed the towel and walked over to the bathtub.
"Here you go," she said when she held her out her hand at the small opening between the shower curtain and the wall.
She saw Chloe's hand reaching out, grabbing the shower curtain and pulling it slightly away before stretching her arms and grabbing Max's.
"Did I get it?" Chloe asked, firmly holding onto her friend's arm.
"A little off" Max raised her eyebrows but couldn't help but to smile at the feeling of having Chloe's wet hand holding her wrist.
"You sure? I'm pretty sure that I've got it" The arm suddenly began pulling, forcing Max to resist taking a small step forward.
"It's pretty much me you're holding onto" Max had to use a noteworthy amount of strength to not get pulled in.
"Nah, it's the towel" Chloe continued while not letting go, forcing Max to eventually take the small step forward, now with her toes pressing against the bottom of the bathtub.
"Come here towel"
Max could suddenly feel her heart speeding up, sensing the intention of her friend.
"If you keep pulling, then I'll be forced to go in there" she tried to keep the joking vibe going, but it had slowly turned into something more. Something that tightened Max's throat and made her swallow.
"Not gonna stop until I have my towel" As Chloe let out these deciding words, Max took a shaky breath and lifted her right foot, her mind getting hazy. She could feel Chloe's grasp loosening when she had placed her right foot in the bathtub, her sock soaking up the tepid water on the surface. Half of her head was already in as she lifted her left foot, looking down for only a second to keep her balance until both her feet were planted into the now cramped bathtub.
"There it is" A fervent voice passed by, as Max first saw her friends wet toes with water from her hair dripping down onto her feet. She leisurely moved her vision upwards, seeing the water skate down her bare legs until she made it to the thighs. She only briefly took a glance at her friend's crotch, almost wanting to burst as she saw a single drop of water dripping from between her legs. She took notice to her close-cut diamond-shaped pubic hair, before hastily making a quick motion to flip her head upwards and looking directly at Chloe's face. Her pink lips were pulled into a gentle smile, but her eyes had such an intense stare with three parts of her bangs sticking to her forehead.
"What makes you happy Max?" The blue-haired girl asked with such a sincere, yet playful voice, still having her grip on Max's right arm. One final drop of water escaped the tip of Chloe's hair and landed between them.
