Chapter 12: Messages
[Incoming call: Max, 11/27/2008, 23:34]
Chloe: Maxi!
Max: Hi Chlo!
Chloe: How was your ride?
Max: Pretty boring and sad. Way too much time to think about you. You know that I can't sleep during car rides.
Chloe: (giggles) Yeah, last time you puked on my lap.
Max: Ugh, don't remind me of that. I'm still feeling bad 'bout this.
Chloe: You're so cute. Still feeling bad, although I've never been mad at you.
Chloe: Max?
Max: I'm still here. (sighs) I-I'm not used to that someone calls me cute. I don't think that I'm cute, let alone attractive.
Chloe: You have no idea, Caulfield!
A moment of silence.
Max: So, did you like your present?
Chloe: Like it? LIKE IT? Dude, it's so awesome! I. Love. It. I've never heard someone rocking the shit out of an acoustic like you did! And your voice! Dammit, you're a fucking talent!
Max: (shyly) N-no…I'm not.
Chloe: Don't sell yourself shorter than you really are.
Max: Thanks for the pun, dork!
Chloe: (snickers) My pleasure, midget.
Max: (yawns) Sorry, Chlo, but it's pretty late and I'm busted. So…
Chloe: No thing, Maxi. Catch some sleep! We'll talk tomorrow?
Max: Mh-hm. First thing in the morning!
Chloe: I'll wake you up!
Max: Don't you dare!
Chloe: Get used to it! It's gonna be a daily ritual, 'cause I'm officially addicted to you.
A short pause.
Chloe: I love you, Max!
Max: I love you, too, Chlo! Good night.
Chloe: Sleep tight.
Max: Don't let the bedbugs bite.
Both giggle.
Chloe: Nightynight!
November 28th 2008
Dear beloved Journal, last time I left Arcadia Bay, I was mad at Chloe and hated the world. This time, though, I love my Chloe – yes, MY Chloe! – like crazy and could cuddle the shit out of said whole, wide world!
Long story short: Chloe is my girlfriend now. Wowser, I'll need some time to get used to call her girlfriend. I never would've thought that this might happen, but it did. It freaked me out more than one time. *insert groan here* But I think I'm okay now. I'm at peace with it. And the best thing is, Joyce agrees with us! Well, now I only have to convince my folks – especially mom – that this is a good thing. *insert another big groan here*
On the bright side, mom finally accepted Chloe as my friend…after 7 freakin' years! I presume that she'll take at least 70 more years to accept her as my girlfriend. But that doesn't matter, because in 5 years I'll be 18 and can do whateverthefreakinhell I want!
So far, oh dear Journal, need to text Chloe back now or else she won't stop bombing my phone with messages. Max Caulfield, crazy in love, signing out.
[Incoming call: Max, 12/09/2008, 3:41]
Chloe: (drowsy) Mmmhwhaat?
Max: (sobbing and sniffing) Chloe…
Chloe: (worried) Maxi! Wh-what's wrong? Are you crying? Max, talk to me!
Max: Oh Chloe...it was so horrible! (crying intensifies)
Chloe: (soothing) Ssh, calm down, Maxi! What was horrible? Were you having a nightmare?
Max keeps on crying for a while, but calms down slowly.
Chloe: Max?
Max: Chloe, c-can you do me a favor?
Chloe: Sure thing!
Max: I-I know it sounds…odd, b-but please, take the school bus today.
Chloe: (surprised) The school bus? Oh come on, the school bus sucks! Stupid kiddies, lame as fuck, annoying…
Max: Chloe, I beg you here. Please, take the damn bus!
Chloe: Why?
Max: Because…I…(sniffs again)…I have a super bad feeling. I… (sobs again)
Chloe: (sighs) Fine, I'll take the bus.
Max: (shivering, quiet voice) Th-thank you.
Chloe: So, wanna tell me about your nightmare?
Max: N-no…I'm sorry…I…I just don't wanna remember.
Chloe: That bad, huh?
Max: You have no idea.
Chloe: So…uhm…wanna talk some more? I dunno, 'bout Seattle or…uhm…maybe have some phone-sex?
Max: Chloe! What the fuck?!
Chloe: (giggles) Chill, Maxi! Just wanted to lighten the mood and feel your blush through the phone.
Max: (agitated) Ha-ha, very funny, asshole. Good night!
Chloe: Maxi?
[Messages with: Max, 12/09/2008]
[Chloe, 08:45]: DUDE!
[Max, 08:45]: 'sup, Chlo?
[Chloe, 08:46]: Super heavy car crash, right in front of my eyes!
[Max, 08:46]: OMG! Chloe, are you alright? Did you take the bus?
[Chloe, 08:46]: Yeees, I took your fucking bus and I'm fine. It just happened in front of my window.
[Max, 08:47]: Thank dog!
[Chloe, 08:47]: Yeah, if I just imagine what would've happened to some poor bastard caught between the car and the wall…PANCAKE!
[Chloe, 08:50]: Maxi?
[Chloe, 08:55]: Yo Maxi, are you alright?
[Chloe, 08:59]: Class is about to start. Text you later.
December 9th 2008
Dear Journal, how often can you watch the most precious person in your life die, before you lose your sanity? I don't know yet, but I have the feeling that I'm about to find out.
Last night's nightmare/vision was so intense and fucked up again! I dreamt that it was a normal day and then Joyce called and…
Fuck, it's so hard to remember and write this down without losing my mind.
Joyce called me and said that Chloe has been involved in a car crash. Her voice was so full of pain and…damn, I still hear it in my head. In my dream I already knew what had happened. I collapsed and a moment later I was back in Arcadia Bay and…short said: Joyce couldn't take it to lose Chloe. I was and the funeral of two precious people, for fuck's sake!
After I woke up, I needed two hours to calm down and be able to warn Chloe. Luckily she took my advice. Everything is okay now. Hopefully.
And then something else happened. Chloe tried to cheer me up. All in all a nice gesture, but suggesting phone-sex wasn't cheering me up at all. I know that Chloe is a type for cynically or even dirty jokes, but mentioning sex after this nightmare and the fact that we're a couple for only two weeks sent me over the edge. I wasn't really mad at her, but…I don't know…Just thinking about the possibility of the two of us having sex freaks me out like crazy. Can it even be called sex between two girls? Ugh, I just don't know and I'd love to avoid this whole crap! I don't even have my menstruation yet and already have to deal with such stuff.
Maybe I shouldn't forget that Chloe is one and a half years older than me. She probably feels the urge to have sex…with me…yuck! Just imagining the two of us naked in bed creeps me out. Don't get me wrong, I like to cuddle and hug her. Even kissing feels great, but…maybe I'm not ready for more right now. Hopefully, Chloe will accept and not push it. But I trust her, with all my heart!
That's it for now, dear Journal. Max Caulfield, in need to get some more sleep, snoring out.
[Messages with: Max, 12/10/2008]
[Max, 19:13]: Hey Chlo, sorry that it took me so long to answer. Lot of stuff to do.
[Chloe, 19:13]: No thing, Maxi! Just glad to get a life sign from you. Is everything ok?
[Max, 19:14]: Yeah.
[Chloe, 19:14]: Is x-mas still a go?
[Max, 19:14]: You bet! My folks are willing to munch you and Joyce through the holidays!
[Chloe, 19:15]: Hell yeah! Can't wait to see you again!
[Max, 19:15]: I can't wait for it, too!
[Max, 19:15]: I miss you so much, Chlo!
[Chloe, 19:16]: Miss you, too, Max. And sorry for the phone-sex thingy.
[Max, 19:16]: It's fine, I'm not mad at you anymore. Let's talk about this when you are here, okay?
[Chloe, 19:17]: Cool cool. So, any other news?
[Max, 19:17]: Well, school sucks, but who am I to tell?
[Chloe, 19:17]: Amen.
[Max, 19:17]: My mom's Chili is about to kill me.
[Chloe, 19:17]: Ouch!
[Max, 19:17]: Oh, and my boobs finally started to grow!
[Chloe, 19:18]: See! Told ya it would happen! Now I finally have something to hold on to!
[Chloe, 19:19]: Maxi?
[Chloe, 19:20]: Hello?
[Chloe, 19:22]: I'm sorry, Maxi! It was a bad joke!
[Chloe, 19:31]: Ok, I get it. You're pissed at me and I understand. I'll text you tomorrow, kay?
[Messages with: Max, 12/11/2008]
[Chloe, 07:36]: Morning sleepyhead!
[Chloe, 08:03]: Still mad at me?
[Chloe, 09:02]: Class started, just text me anytime.
[Chloe, 15:23]: That bad, huh? I'm really sorry and you're right, we have to talk about this. Just, please, gimme a sign!
[Messages with: Max, 12/12/2008]
[Chloe, 05:02]: Ok, I fucked up. Got it. But jeez, just gimme a simple fuck you or else I'll freak here! Haven't slept all night. Worried sick about you!
[Chloe, 10:30]: Tried to call you three times, nothing. Got suspended from school for the next week, 'cause this stupid teacher wanted to take away my phone and I flipped him off.
[Messages with: Max, 12/13/2008]
[Chloe, 7:56]: Ok, I'm sick of this shit! If you wanna ignore me, fine! Fuck off, bitch!
[Chloe, 8:34]: I'm sorry, my rage took over and…ugh, fuck it.
[Chloe, 22:00]: heya maxiiii. moms at wiork nd im drunkk ass fuck.
[Chloe, 22:01]: did i wriit ass fuvk? rofl
[Chloe, 22:14]: puked in nmy bed. moms gonnna freak.
[Mailbox message from: Chloe, 12/14/2008, 13:12]
"Hi Maxi, it's me, Chloe. (groans) I just woke up and I'm hungover as fuck. Mom already raged on me and…well, looks like I fucked up again. She grounded me for the rest of the year, which means that we won't come to Seattle. (sighs) I know, I'm a fuck-up. It seems like I can't get control over my life. But…who cares? I don't.
Max, you were the only thing I did right and I…(sniffs) I blew it…again. Just know this: I love you. (sobs) I love with every fiber of my being. And I…I just…need you to exist. I…please forgive me…please!"
[Incoming call: Max, 12/15/2008, 08:46]
Chloe: MAX? Maxi, is that you? Please don't be a fucking cop who's gonna tell me that my girlfriend's corpse lies somewhere in the gutter!
Max: (cynically) Oh gee, thanks Chloe, I love you, too!
Chloe: Oh Maxi, I missed your voice so much! Listen, I'm so, so sorry! About the tittie-joke, my messages, my…
Max: Chloe, it's okay.
Chloe: (surprised) Really?
Max: Yup.
Chloe: Not mad at me?
Max: Nope. Never was.
Chloe: Now don't tell me that you're standing in front of my door again, 'cause everything feels like a Deja-vu-thing.
Max: No, I'm not…sadly.
Chloe: Then why didn't you answer?
Max: Listen, Chlo…(sighs) I'm the one who has to apologize. It's true, I was a bit mad about your joke, but just as I wanted to answer I spilled my dinner all over my room, including my phone.
Chloe: Ewww!
Max: Yeah. Anyway, the following four days, I puked and shitted my guts out. Caught me some fucking stomach flu. Lied in bed with fever 'n shit. I haven't been able to get up and charge my cleaned phone again until this morning. Chloe, I'm so, so sorry that I made you worry this much!
Chloe: Well…uhm…no thing! I mean, shit happens and…uh…I'm just glad that you're okay. Fuck, Maxi, I was so stupid! The raging, getting drunk.
Max: You're not stupid, just very emotional! Listen, I'm gonna talk to Joyce and you'll be a good Chloe for the next 8 days, deal?
Chloe: I'm always a good Chloe!
Max: (cynically) Yeah, right. Just keep on believing that and it may become true one day.
Chloe: Dork!
Max: I love you, too, Chlo!
Chloe: Yeah, I love you like crazy! Get well soon, my Maxi!
Max: Thanks! I'll call you tomorrow again. Need some more rest now. Bye!
Chloe: Bye, Maximus!
[Messages with: Max, 12/21/2008]
[Chloe, 16:09]: Hey Maxi! Got some good news and a bad one.
[Max, 16:10]: Let's start with the bad one.
[Chloe, 16:11]: My mom doesn't want to come to Seattle.
[Max, 16:11]: That sucks! Why?
[Chloe, 16:12]: Said something about that she needs some time for herself. Idk.
[Max, 16:12]: And you?
[Chloe, 16:13]: That's the good news. King Street Station, the day after tomorrow, 15 something. Be there and pick me up, dude!
[Max, 16:14]: You can bet your behind on it!
[Max, 16:14]: Can't wait to see you again!
[Chloe, 16:15]: I'm giddy as fuck. Need some mush as soon as we're at your place!
[Max, 16:15]: Need some cuddling, too!
[Chloe, 16:16]: What's today's I love you count?
[Max, 16:16]: Four.
[Chloe, 16:16]: Make it five, 'cause I love you, Maxi!
[Max, 16:17]: I love you, too, my Chloe!
[Chloe, 16:17]: Yup, I'm all yours. Forever!
[Max, 16:17]: And ever!