"Well? Don't just fucking lay there staring at me like some sort of fucking moron. Who the fuck is he? Who the fuck is Max? Tell me who it is! NOW!"
"Rach, calm down. It's not what you think. Honestly. Please believe me."
"IT'S NOT WHAT I THINK? What exactly am I supposed to fucking think? You call me by his fucking name right after you've finished screwing me! Were you thinking of him while you were actually fucking me? WERE YOU? And you want me to fucking calm down? No fucking way! When was he last here? Yesterday? This fucking morning? Right fucking now, just before I got here? You fucked him right there in that bed, then screwed me in it straight afterwards? Are you just using me? Am I just a toy to you? A fucking play-thing? Is that it? Tell me who the hell he is. RIGHT FUCKING NOW! I'll rip his fucking dick clean off, I swear to god."
"Listen Rach, I'm sorr…"
"You're sorry? You're sorry? Not half as fucking sorry as you're gonna be, bitch. Nobody fucks me over. NOBODY!"
Chloe walked over and tried to take her lover's hands in her own. "Rachel, please, you've totally got the wrong ide…"
"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME! GET YOUR GODDAMN DIRTY HANDS OFF ME! You and me are done. I hate you. You...you…whore."
"Rachel, don't you dare call me that! Shut up and listen. Max is a girl. She was my…"
"A girl? Oh, that makes everything alright, then, doesn't it? Why the fuck didn't you say so before? You haven't betrayed me because, get this, you're only screwing another girl. Well, I'm glad we cleared that up…are you fucking insane? WHAT FUCKING DIFFERENCE DOES THAT MAKE?"
"Christ Rachel, I can't get a word in edgeways. Let me finish my sentences, for fuck's sake! At least give me a chance to explain."
"Okay. One chance. But I swear to…"
"Shhh. Come and sit on the bed. I want to show you something. Please." Chloe led her over to the unmade bed and knelt on the floor, fumbling under the mattress. She came back up with a gun-metal grey box. She unlocked it and lifted out a framed picture, handing it to Rachel. She took one look at it and instantly threw it straight across the room. The glass and wood shattered into pieces as it hit the wall.
"What the hell did you do that for?" exclaimed Chloe as she ran over to the destroyed frame. Thankfully the picture was undamaged. She carefully removed it from the detritus and turned around to face Rachel once more.
"You were her angel. She wrote it. Right there."
She had her hands to her face and was sobbing into them. Chloe placed herself next to her and said softly. "Rach, I'm going to show you this picture one more time and this time I want you to look at it properly. Please don't rip it. Here. You see? In this drawing I am fourteen. Max drew it. In 2008. Look. She was thirteen. This was five years ago. We were just kids. Max was my best friend. She was my only friend. That's all. We were merely friends. Nothing more. Shortly after she drew this, she left me and fucked off to Seattle, abandoning me. I haven't seen or heard from her since. She's nothing to me. Me and her are done, finished, over. You have to believe me."
"Then why did you call me by her name?"
Chloe replaced the picture in the box, locked it, and placed it back under the bed. "I don't know, but I'm really, really sorry. That must have been horrible for you. I guess it's because she basically used to live here. I had a girl walking about my room again, just like Max used to do. My head was still all fuzzy from what you'd just done to me – Rachel, no one has ever made me feel that way. You totally scrambled my brain."
"Okay. I believe you. But don't do it again. Please. That hurt…I'm sorry about throwing the picture…and what I said to you…the names I called you."
"That hurt too…a lot."
"Please forgive me. Please."
Chloe kissed her softly on the eyes. "I forgive you." She placed her fingers under Rachel's chin and lifted her face up to her own. "I'd forgive you for absolutely anything. You're the most important person in my life. I love you, Rachel. You are my angel. My only angel."
"Oh Chloe. I love you too. So much. I want to be with you forever and ever."
"Ditto." said Chloe. They shared a loving kiss.
"Can I borrow one of your tops? You, ahem, ripped the one I was wearing before, remember?"
"Yeah, I did get carried away quite a bit, didn't I? Sorry 'bout that."
"Don't apologise. It was hella hot. You're hella hot. Next time, make sure you do it with your teeth."
"With pleasure. See if you can find a suitable outfit in my fashion hole. What's mine is yours, Rach."
"It'll be cool to try on your clothes, just to see if they fit." Rachel perused Chloe's wardrobe. She pulled out a red and black flannel.
"Hey, there you go! You'll look awesome in that."
She slid on the blouse, along with the rest of her clothes. She gave Chloe a twirl. "There. All done. Whaddya think?"
"Looking sick Rach…and hot. Fuck, I want you again. Right now. Get over here." She grabbed Rachel by the front of the blouse and pulled her roughly onto the bed. Chloe tore the shoulder with her teeth.
"Mmmmm. You remembered. Hang on. Wait. I'm definitely up for an encore, but I want a photograph for posterity first." Rachel grabbed the camera from the side table. "Kiss me. Kiss me now."