Guest review: I think so too. I honestly feel bad for them sometimes :P But I can't just write fluff either can I? ^^

JATK-Flash: In the game Joyce has always cared. She did mistakes of course, but she never not cared. I simply thought giving her a weird characteristic now would be very unfitting. And of course Thanks for the nice words! They mean a lot :3

The sun was already starting to set. He would be here any minute now.

Not even Chloe who at first had tried to stay calm for Max's shake, could hide her anxiety any longer. No movies, no junk food and not even cuddling did help a lot. Instead, both of them were just running nervously back and forth through the whole house. Here and there they tried to calm each other down, have a small talk about nothing of importance, or watch something in the TV, but they just couldn't concentrate long enough.

After a few hours -which felt like a lifetime- of doing simply nothing, the couple had become desperate. They decided to just sit down next to the window facing the street in Chloe's room. Like this they would at least know when he arrives.

Tapping with her fingers on the glass Chloe let out a sigh brimming with stress. "Jesus fucking Christ, simply being on standby is killing me! L-Let's play some games, instead of waiting the whole time. It doesn't really matter if he comes now or in a few hours." Chloe argued. But Max just shook her head in response, eyes not once leaving the street next to them.

They stayed rooted next to the window in silence for a bit longer. The impatience denounced everything they could do to be meaningless, and Chloe couldn't stand it any longer. She was getting more and more agitated. One of her legs was jerking up and down at such a high speed that her muscles were starting to hurt. She also couldn't keep staring at the street forever, so what she did instead was eyeing her girlfriend next to her instead.

Max was biting her own lip again, as a sign of her nervousness, but the rest of the small body seemed almost… frozen. Aside from her chest moving with each passing breath, and the blinking of her eyelids, she didn't move, say, or do anything.

She's doing the hedgehog again. Chloe noticed. She then tugged Max's shirt to momentarily gain her attention. "Hey Maxy, let's move the fuck away from the window, kay? Play some games or whatever you want to do." The punk just wanted to escape the feeling over powerlessness.

"Can't we just wait, Chlo? We can play games whenever." The brunette tried to brush away the hand holding onto her, but the bigger girl didn't let go. She did the opposite as a matter of fact. She pulled stronger, not wanting to see Max in such a vulnerable state any longer. For some reason she thought getting her small girlfriend away from the window would help with that. But the effect Chloe had wished for didn't occur.

"I said no, Che." Max repeated herself, now with a sharper voice than before. Chloe got it, she really did, but her stubborn self wouldn't accept it.

If she just got away from the damn window, we could try to do something else. Somewhere in her mind she already knew it would change nothing, but she couldn't just watch either.

"What do you think about us cooking something? We haven't eaten since breakfast after all."

"I'm good."

"No you're not." Chloe shot back, her frustration growing bigger and bigger. "Come on get up." The punk grabbed Max under one of her arms and tried to pull her up but was met with resistance.

"I told you to stop Chloe!"

"I fucking won't! Get up already."

Just get away from the window, Max. It's tearing you apart. Nothing good will come from us waiting for the asshole to pop up.

But before she could speak her mind, the freckled girl tried to jerk her arm away, but wasn't able to free herself from Chloe's grasp.

"What's your problem? I told you I'm alright." Max spat in annoyance, glaring at her girlfriend.

"My problem is you isolating yourself again."

The brunette frowned after hearing that. Rolling with her eyes in annoyance, she retorted, "You know exactly why I'm feeling like shit right now. I'm not fucking isolating myself." The obvious truth. Max was suffering.

The bigger girl turned her face away as she huffed angrily. It hurt Chloe, but she knew why Max was being so defensive. She understood that the freckled girl just cared about all of this too much. The city. Her friends. Chloe herself. In of itself that would be awesome, and yet it was tearing the punk apart.

She knew that her girlfriend was strong, stronger than most people would ever notice. She had been through so much and yet she was standing here, fighting for someone like Chloe. But the fact that Max was so amazing still terrified the bluenette.

Without noticing it herself the grip got tighter, slightly hurting Max.

She doesn't need me. She wants me, and that's great, but she doesn't need me….

The thought always haunted the blue haired girl, but right now it was worse than ever. "I can't stand seeing you in such a miserable state, babe!" She confessed, with an unwanted yet harsh undertone lingering in her voice.

"What the heck do you want me to be then?" Max asked, while trying to hide just how frustrated and angry she was.

"I want you to be happy, you idiot!"

"But I can't just lie to myself like you do!" For a moment longer she had fire in her eyes, but then Max looked just as surprised that those words had left her mouth. Chloe's eyes narrowed while staring in disbelief at the girl in front of her. She shook her head and with a voice, sharp enough to cut Max's heart, the blue haired girl spat a "Whatever!" out and immediately left the room.

She felt stupid for so many reasons. Running away, slamming the door as loud as she did, not properly talking with Max or for being as pushy as she was. There was enough she could choose from, and yet she didn't turn back and apologize. What the freckled girl had just said was uncalled for.

While going downstairs, she just wanted to scream at everything. Everything was just so… so hella unfair. Suddenly the whole house felt way too small too, like the walls were coming closer and closer, threatening to smush her.

I just want to help you… Can't you see that?

Now, it wasn't just Sean Prescott that was about to fuck up their lives, but they were fighting as well.

Good work, Chloe. You saw how irritated she was and yet you kept pushing her. She scolded herself. Not knowing if she should be angry at herself or Max. She could feel how the confusion started to stifle her. The sour feeling in her stomach didn't help either.

How can she be so mean when I just tried to fucking help? Chloe repeated the same thought over and over, getting angrier each time.

Acting like it doesn't bother me. Course it does! This is about the two women I love more than anything. How can it not bother me?

Still standing at the staircases, the angry girl punched the wall next to her, and a sting of pain shot through her whole hand in return. "Fuck!"

But before she had time for an emotional breakdown -which was about to occur- Chloe heard her name being called from upstairs.

It took mere seconds before the punk was in front of her door again, nearly slamming it into Max's face as she opened it. For one more moment she was disappointed in herself for running back to her girlfriend so quickly, but all those feelings were extinguished as soon as she looked in Max's blue eyes. There was no resistance against the color of life.

The brunette grimaced a face oozing with guilty, probably about her choice of words. Eyes meeting the ground, she gulped before saying, "I'm sorry… I'm not myself right now." Then, she mumbled something about that not being an excuse, but Chloe didn't care about that so she just overheard it. She was simply happy that her Max was back.

Winding her arms around the freckled girl, Chloe gently kissed her forehead. "I just want you to be here with me, y'know?"

"Course I know…" The smaller girl exhaled as she nestled against the punk's collar. "You don't lie to yourself Che, you just wanted to comfort me." And after a deep sigh she confessed, "I feel like shit for saying that."

"You should. It was pretty mean after all." But then Chloe shuffled the brownish hair of her girlfriend with one of her hands. She just couldn't bring herself to be angry with the small girl. Not for something as trivial as this.

"H-Hey, listen, Che. I had this weird idea pop into my head just now."

"I'm always up for weird. Is it the kinky kind of weird? Not saying that I mind, just wanting to be prepared." Yep, there it was again. The small smile playing on the tip of Max's lips, Chloe loved so much.

But even though she was amused by the quip, the freckled girl ignored the last comment.

"Let's run away." She finally brought out after a pause, lips small and serious again. Her blue eyes were focused, observing every kind of reaction the punk would give her.

Chloe knew that she meant it.

Running away with Max… Sounds like a dream come true, doesn't it? Me and Rachel always wanted to leave this shithole.

A sudden pain in her chest confused Chloe. Rachel… The last few weeks had mostly been filled with Max, but she never really thought about… this. Was it okay for her to love Max? Did she even deserve the happiness Max was giving her?

Ugh, just shut up head! She wanted to smack her own mind. There was no time to get lost with thoughts she would rather not think.

After a short while of rambling about it in her head she finally answered with, "Where would we go?"

"I don't know."

"Okay… What would we do?"

"I don't know that either."

"What about our parents?"

"Chloe, I have no idea what I would tell them. I just know that I want to be with you. Be free with you."

Those words nearly swept her off her feet. It wasn't just their meaning, but also the way the freckled girl said it. She was so small, so fragile, and yet sometimes she was filled with this intense confidence.

Could they really… But what about school, their friends and… their future? The punk found herself trapped in the same web from which her girlfriend had been struggling to escape from the past two weeks.

"We… We can't."

A small sad smile flickered over Max's lips, eyes falling to the ground again. Just for a moment though. "Yeah, I thought so as well."

"You're disappointed." It wasn't a question. Chloe simply stated the obvious.

"What? N-No, you are right, it was just a stupid idea. An egoistic one on top of it." The brunette waved with her hand as if she could fan away her emotions. "I mean you have a job starting next week, and I still need to go to school. And there also Joyce and-"

The lump in Max's throat stopped her from rambling on as the blue haired girl grabbed her small hands carefully, as if they could break from too much pressure. Their blue eyes locked with one another. Their faces were close enough that their noses were about to touch. The freckled girl could feel the farm breathe on her skin as Chloe said, "This was the nicest thing someone has ever said to me." Not giving her girlfriend any time to answer, Chloe moved in. Their lips touched, and just seconds later their tongues started to fence fiercely with one another. Feeling so warm and fuzzy was a first today for both of them. They didn't need to think over anything at the moment.

There was no need to think because they simply knew that this was right.

A sudden rumbling interrupted their kiss. Their faces departed and after a short moment of catching air Max said "Well, kissing you is making me hungry." while still having a shade of red on her cheeks.

Chloe let out a hearty chuckle. "Wanna go down and cook something? I'll even do the dishes."

"Wowser. That's a first."

"Fuck you, Caulfield. I ain't that lazy. Not always at least."

"Uh-huh." Max quickly left the room, not giving her girlfriend a chance to retort anything.

"Hey, get your bony ass back here! This is not over!" She yelled after her, though the only answer Chloe heard was a sassy laughter.

The blue haired girl reached the kitchen just shortly after her smaller counterpart. There she found Max playing with one of her new pink locks -which were still mesmerizing if one asked Chloe-.

A wicked grin played over Max's lips as she said, "We love you with all your flaws."

"You're talking like you're miss perfect. Nuh-uh. You got your own demons, Caulfield."

"Which are?..."

"W-Well… Your eyebrows are hella fluffy!" The punk explained while pointing at said brows.

Max made a grimace in return. "Don't speak ill of them. They are all I have."

"Well, then you should think twice about calling me mean things next time."

"But you are lazy, though."

"Course I am. Doesn't mean you're allowed to say it out loud." Chloe shrugged while opening the refrigerator.

The freckled girl sat herself on the counter while asking, "So, you try to silence all critics?"

The punk mumbled a "Hell yes." While finding out that they still had some leftovers, which she brought out. Potato tortillas. A poor man's food, but it was still tasty.

She then turned towards the smaller girl. "There are no critics." Chloe boldly stated while taking out enough tableware for the both of them.

"There's me for starters." Max argued.

"You're not criticizing me. You love me. With all my flaws, was how you said it."

"Fair point." The freckled girl accepted her defeat while digging into the plate right in front of her.

This day had been a roller coaster of emotions for the two of them that's why right now the couple was content with eating in a comfortable silence. Here and there they looked up to see how the other was doing, but their main focus was to extinguish their hunger. At least it was until Chloe asked, "Still not up to some games?"

"Why the fuck not." Max shrugged, now way more relaxed than just a few minutes ago.

So, instead of wasting their time doing nothing, they moved over to the couch. Chloe swung herself over the backrest and landed with a bump on her bottom, took the controller in her hands and started the console. Max didn't get the chance to ask what they would play because the Mario Kart logo popped up after a few seconds.

"Mario Kart? You sure about this, Che? You're a pretty sour loser." Max asked while sitting herself next to Chloe. The punk simply retorted with a "Hmpf." but wasn't quite able to hide the grin on her face. Her girlfriend was able to be sassy again. She hoped this meant Max was feeling better.

"Pick whoever you want. Mom told me to be generous to guests."

"Uh-huh. Okay let's see… Dry bones for me. Bony ass, right?"

"Oh, really? I've called you worse things than that."

"True. You badmouthed my brows. I won't forget that."

Chloe selected Daisy while snickering.

"Whoa. That comes with a surprise. A true princess at heart, aren't you?"

"Daisy is a classy punk rock princess." The punk playfully hissed while narrowing her eyes. But as she only heard snicker directed in her direction she stated, "We'll see who laughs last, Caulfield.

"Duh." The freckled girl quipped back while putting on a smug smile.

It was a fierce battle, people would write songs about in the future. Well, maybe not. But shells were shot. Bananas were thrown. Shortcuts were used. All of this under constant cursing and jumping around. Many "How?!" and "Fuck?!" later they were about to start the last round. It was actually pretty close.

"Are you cereal? Didn't you say I'm the nerd. Why are you so good at this game?"

"Everyone loves games, jumpy. Now, instead of complaining, you should get ready." Chloe retorted. But the freckled girl didn't get a chance for that. Despite what she said before, the punk had decided to take no risks. She surprised the small girl and threw her controller on the chair next to her.

"For fucks sake, Chloe!"

"Ha, easy. I won."

"You hella didn't!"

"Well, the screen says-"

"I don't care. You cheated, you meanie. You suck."

"Aww, is poor Maxybaby pouting now." Chloe couldn't stop herself from teasing, a pursed smile on her lips.

"Hmpf. I would've won this." The small girl pouted while crossing her arms before her, legs pulling up to her chest. In annoyance she turned her face away.

"Well, anyways, the winning prize goes to Price."

The freckled girl ignored the pun while saying, "Hold on, we never said there would be a prize."

"It's simple, really. The winner takes it all."

Max furrowed. "All?" Her eyes moved back to Chloe, but closed themselves again just a moment later, as her girlfriend's tender lips kissed her. For the first few seconds she was taken by surprise, nearly losing her balance and falling over, but two hands grabbed her from behind and carefully brought her back onto the couch. Just then the freckled girl noticed Chloe was bending over her knees, so to make it more comfortable for her she moved them behind the punk, pushing Chloe a bit more towards her.

There was a short break, so that they could inhale some oxygen, and adjust their bodies. The blue haired girl was laying between Max's legs, and as she looked down at her flustered girlfriend who was biting her lip -in excitement this time- she found it hard to resist. So, so hard. Before she could continue this train of thoughts her face was grabbed and pulled back down.

Can't…. Think…. Feels… Too… good.

Her head was in this warm and comfy bubble, and nothing seemed to work in there anymore. It was almost like Max was a force of nature, nothing could defend against. A rage of fire was unleashing itself on her face. A thunderstorm went through her stomach.

She needed more.

She wanted more.

And she knew so did Max.

David stared at them in horror.

"Fuck!" The punk screamed, her heart nearly burst out of her rib cage as she jumped backwards away from the girl under her. With an "Uff." she landed on the floor.

"That's what I should say!" The veteran yelled back. "God, that's something I should've never seen! Ever!"

He couldn't actually see Max thanks the backrest, but his imagination did work quite well. David also couldn't see the brunette's amused grin, for which she got a pissed glare from Chloe. It could pretty much be translated in: This is not funny.

"Hey Mr Madsen." She chirped, not moving an inch from the sofa.

David had already left the entrance, fleeing into the safety of his garage. He still somehow heard her though. "H-Hey…" A halfhearted answer that let the freckled girl giggle.

"This… This was the most awkward situation I've ever been in." The punk stated loudly.

A faint "Me too." Came out of the garage before the door was finally closed.

"You can't deny that your legal guardians have the perfect interrupting-timing, ever." But as she didn't get an answer from the blue haired girl her eyes wandered back to Chloe. There Max noticed the conflicted expression on Chloe's face and patted her back as she raised herself up from the sofa. "C'mon, you have to admit, it is kind of funny."

"T-That's not it."

"But?"

"But… What is he doing here, Max?

It took a moment but then it clicked. The freckled girl jumped up, hectically fiddled her handy out of her pocket and checked the time.

8.04

Where was he?

That's it for now ^^

I got this done quicker than I expected. Had a lot of time over the holidays, never was one to celebrate holidays anyways.