Between the Lines

20th Shot: Singing

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.

Max put the last piece of jam-covered toast into her mouth and stretched, sighing blissfully when she felt her joints pop, successfully ridding her of her morning stiffness. Both her and Chloe had been up way too late playing video games and discussing various theories about said games and while the brunette had opted on eating breakfast and getting coffee first her girlfriend had decided that a shower first thing in the morning was what would get her back on track for the day still lying ahead.

Blue eyes blinked lazily at the TV screen as the news being broadcasted showed something about another political debate that Max really didn't really care for and she turned the device off, rising from her seat to get a change of clothing before Joyce would come home from her shopping trip. Clad in a pair of boxers she had permanently borrowed from Chloe and a lose fitting shirt that she usually kept in the Price household in case of a random sleepover the photographer climbed the stairs, the rushing of water greeting her when she took the final step with a small smile on her face.

A sudden tune accompanied the sounds of the shower running and it took her a moment to recognize it, but what really surprised her was the voice overlapping with the original coming out of the bluenette's phone. Curious Max stepped closer towards the bathroom, pressing a hand for support and one of her ears against the wood to listen to the singing resonating through the air.

"Let it go, let it go, can't hold it back anymore!

Let it go, let it go, turn my back and slam the door!"

The chorus continued from both the song and the girl singing along to it when the shower opened with a loud snap that was audible even over all the noise and Max couldn't help but break into a grin at the mental image of Chloe using a shampoo bottle as a microphone substitute and singing her heart out to Demi Lovato's version of "Let it go". A voice to the far back of her head nagged at her for intruding into her girlfriend's personal space like that but she couldn't help it: she had never heard her sing like that before and she was sure as hell not going to miss it. 'Mental note to self: get Chloe to sing more often.'

"Standing frozen, in the life I've chosen.

You won't find me, the past is all behind me."

The brunette was so caught up in her musings and listening to the singing that she never noticed the voice actually getting louder as the punker got closer to the door, opening it in a swift motion and pulling the eavesdropping girl along with it.

"Buried in the sno-woah!"

Azure eyes widened in shock as the pair tumbled into each other, more or less gracelessly falling to the floor with Max on top, arms on either side of her girlfriend's still wet hair. A moment of utter silence passed between them in which Chloe's mind registered what had happened and effectively brightened her usual pale complexion into a blushing shade of red.

"Dude, don't tell me you just listened to me singing my fucking heart out in the shower."

Brunette locks wiped back as Max quickly stumbled into a standing position, wincing at the glare from the bluenette and her from pain throbbing hands.

"Would it make things better if I said it made me fall for you even more? Quite literally?"

"Oh my god Caulfield", Chloe laughed, glare shattering at the ridiculously adorable girl standing in front of her and she grabbed one of her hands, pulling herself up and into a kiss a moment later. "You're too hella cute for your own sake. Even though your puns are terrible."

She smiled sheepishly before she noticed that Chloe's towel had unraveled itself from the punker's body when they had fallen and now it was her turn to blush, feeling a little awkward with the still moist body pressed against her clothed frame. Upon noticing the bluenette just smirked and put some distance between them, crossing her arms over her chest.

"That's karma, Maxter. Payback for spying on me like a creep."

Disregarding the fish-like motion of opening and closing her mouth without words forming from the smaller girl Chloe just strode past her and into her room, drying herself off and putting on a bra beneath her sleeveless shirt and pair of dark skinny jeans over her boxers before she turned around to see that Max had silently followed her, eyes everywhere but looking at the previously stark naked punk.

"Why are you so bashful? Jeez, you're acting like this is the first time you're seeing me naked."

The mumbled reply was so quiet that she couldn't make it out at first so she stepped closer, grin ever growing broader when she stopped in front of her girlfriend, enjoying her state of utter embarrassment. 'Revenge for making me blush, Max.'

"What was that?"

"I said: it's usually much darker when you're naked. So it's technically the first time seeing you like that ever since we started to be, you know, romantically involved."

The quotation marks she formed with her hands were so Max-like that it really wasn't as silly as it looked and Chloe just rolled her eyes before running a hand through her wet tresses, giving her a look that clearly said "you did not just seriously do that" despite the huge grin that dared to split her face in two.

"Never would have thought I'd be dating an absolute and utter dork, you know?"

"And I never thought you could sing. Chloe, that was beautiful, how come you never actually sing when you're obviously good at it?"

She huffed and grabbed a fresh towel from her dresser, rubbing it through her hair before plopping down on the bed, careful not to sit in the controllers still spread across the sheets. "I have a badass reputation to uphold." A raised eyebrow made her raise her hands in defense. "Okay, okay. No need for the trademarked "I'm calling bullshit" Caulfield stare. I've just never really felt like singing ever since…dad passed away, you know? Rachel and I would rock out to our favourite bands in my truck but even that became a thing of the past shortly after she disappeared. I just haven't had the urge to burst into song, not until you came back and I heard you play guitar again."

Max sat down next to the bluenette and gave her a faint smile in understanding without further pressing the issue. She respected Chloe's reasons and she was grateful that she wasn't mad at her despite eavesdropping on something she clearly considered intimate. "But really, "Let it go"? Where did you even pick that up?"

"I may have accidentally found the movie in your DVD stack in your dorm room and somehow ended up putting it into your laptop and watching it while you were off sitting in class?"

Laughter rang through the room before Max wrapped her arms around the taller girl, pulling her unto the mattress along with her and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"You're such a softy, Price."

"Tell anyone and your secret of saying wowser after your first time will be known to everyone you've ever known."

So this is apparently what happens when I listen to music before falling asleep. Maybe I should do that more often... (In case it wasn't obvious enough, I was listening to Demi Lovato's version of Let it go^^)

So yeah, little headcanon that Chloe is actually really good at singing but only does it when she feels like she's alone. Max will probably lure her out of her grafitti stained shell though :p Cause just imagine: Max playing her guitar with Chloe singing along to it? Gives me goosebumps just thinking about it :)

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Real intimacy is only possible to the degree that we can be honest about what we are doing and feeling

~Joyce Brothers

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