A/N: Hey! Guys I know I took forever on updating but I have been going through some stuff. Finding a place to write has been really difficult, my sister has recently passed away if you guys keep up with my stuff then you'll know that my sister was in a horrible car crash and it's been about two months since that has happened. For the moment I'm trying to find comfort in the things I like. And the girl I was seeing shortly dumped me right after that so her timing was perfect! Don't you guys agree?
Anyways I would love to hear what you guys think of this chapter, Max is going through some not so cool stuff but nothing she can't handle but is Rachel trying to drown her or save her? Let me know what you think and as always stay gay, comment, save and sub!
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Max didn't know how or what she took to make her forget but they were back in Chloe's room, Chloe sprawled out on the floor with a flood of papers being used as a pillow, the papers that were being used to piece another puzzle all together.
Groggily Max got up from the bed, tugging her shirt down as she came up to a sitting position over the edge of the bed. Rubbing her eyes before her vision comes into place and her gaze falls down on Chloe, her long time friend. Could she even call her that, it had been only one kiss, maybe two if they were counting the one at the lighthouse. It was Chloe though and maybe she was feeling things that might hurt either one of them, always imagined it like that. That after so much time lusting over Rachel it would be impossible to live up to her. The queen of Blackwell as she was once known as, she doesn't want to be the rebound but she also does not want to let Chloe down and for that matter.. herself.
Looking down Max tried to rub the bird off her arm, her wrist started to burn. Squeezing her eyes shut she managed to keep calm. Wanting to take back all that she said last night about Rachel, it had been so incredibly stupid to tell Chloe about her dreams, something that had seemed so intimate with this person - no she hadn't even been a person, she had been a presence, a presence that she put so much undying faith in. Chloe was ready to move forward and Rachel was stuck in the past and no matter what she did; nothing would bring her back, there was no point to any of it, she couldn't even rewind mere seconds without having a neurological breakdown. No matter her reasoning for giving up. Max kept looking over at Rachel Amber's things; in the small box tucked just behind the mess of a desk.
Max got up sluggishly tip toeing her way to the open window, there wasn't much going on outside, there was only the sound of kids playing on a bright saturday morning. Carefully lifting off the lid of the contained box there wasn't much to see. Apart from what Max had already seen in the box tucked beneath Chloe's bed there were more pictures in this particular box. Pictures that told stories, stories that mere words didn't do any justice to the various trinkets. Max flipped the picture in her hand over it dated 09/2009 and nothing more than with a bright red lipstick matted on the back of the photo. Could it be that this is when things started to come around for Chloe? Two girls in the woods burning an abundance of knickknacks in the roaring firepit. Max held the photo in her hand and walked to the corkboard in the back of Chloe's room, pinning down this memory in the middle of all the other treasures on her wall.
Slowly Max came behind Chloe, sprawled out on her back as her small form turned on her side, pressing against the taller girl she smiled placing a lingering peck on Chloe's bare shoulder. What was she supposed to do, how would this change everything between them.. Max knew she felt this way for quite some time but actually coming to terms with it was... strange. Lust was just the smallest feeling, she was coming to terms with. Max loved- no.. loves her best friend and that was her biggest obstacle because it meant to decide if what she needed to do is do what's right for all or what was right and good for Chloe.
Chloe fluttered her eyes in the tight embrace, It felt odd waking up in her own room but with her whole body asleep, sleeping on a sleeping bag and used her arm as a pillow. She had Pushing away the papers from her face as she stretched and brought her arms over her head, her body shook from the awakening that traveled within her. As the tall girl smiled and reached over for Max, Chloe slung her arm around Max's shoulder kissing the top of Max's head. "Hey small fry how'd you sleep?" She of course felt still her whole body ached and sleeping on the floor didn't help but she knew she didn't want to push Max into something that might have been scary for her.
Max numbly started chewing on the inside of her cheek, slightly pouting she sighed before looking up at Chloe " I don't know, it felt weird with you here and me on your bed... tell me again why you thought that was such a great idea? I mean don't get me wrong I love having you suffer for me but.." She smirked but yet bringing her eyebrows in as she furrowed them. Max twirled her finger around the loose thread of Chloe's shirt,trying to push off from the taller girl but failed as Chloe refused to let her go.
" There are reasons you wouldn't understand. " She teased grabbing Max's arm. "Not so fast Caulfield, where are you going in such a rush." Chloe hovered over Max; lowering her body so her hands were right next to Max's head as she leaned down brushing her soft lips over the smaller girl's set jaw making her way to Max's lips, leaning up Max placed feather like pecks against Chloe's lips and her arms hooking around Chloe's neck bringing her in down .. closer. Chloe took the opportunity to embrace her with an one arm hug bringing Max in closer; wanting to cradle and protect her. Not before long max's arms were on Chloe's chest softly pushing her away. Max didn't want to get tangled in this mess before breakfast or before even brushing her teeth. "Easy there, you can wait a little longer right ?" Max played with Chloe's hair pushing her bangs away from her face and stunning blue eyes.
Chloe nodded "No I know you're right. We shouldn't be wasting time like this. So what are we doing first boss? Donuts, coffee, bacon and eggs?" Chloe plastered a huge grin on her face before helping Max into a sitting position.
"Only if you cook, I want to see what I've been missing all of these years." She teased Chloe, leaning to kiss her soft and deeply, cradling the back of her head before pulling away.
Chloe fluttered her eyes open biting down on her bottom lip "You're going to be trouble, I can already tell." She smiled kissing Max's temple before standing up.
"Ha Ha." Max teased as she pushed up on her knees. Max looked around the room feeling a little jaded, taking small steps over to the pile of clothes scattered all over the floor. The smaller girl sat on the edge of her bed tugging her pants on, tight around her ankles before slipping her Converse on. " I only meant the best of intentions." Max turned away from Chloe slipping her shirt over her head, a little timid, fumbling to buckle her bra on and simple tank top on with a flannel hugging her waist.
"We need to go to Jefferson's apartment or black room, we need more clues. I say we look for more victims, look at those files and keep trying to go after him and whoever it was that helped him, y'know everyone besides the prescott's... Speaking of they owe me a favor. Nathan will help, he will do the right thing I know he will."
Exhausted Chloe rubbed her hands on her face before looking up at Max. "Maxine. Max. What is going on in that pretty little head of yours?" Chloe raised her eyebrow giving Max a disapproving look. For the most part everything that Max has done had seemed so petty, everything but the visit to see Kate. The trips to the hospital, the one trip to see Nathan, that one time had almost cost Max's life again. Chloe fluttered her eyes rapidly before finally getting to her feet and sitting side by side next to Max.
"What was this whole deal about Rachel, I just think it's laughable that you and her put your neck in the line because you think that Nathan is going to solve all your problems, the prescott's don't care about anything or anyone if it won't help them out in the long run." Chloe turned to face Max, brushing the shorter girl's hair back, tucking a strand of hair behind her pink ears. "It's not just about me anymore, it's about you and I promised your parent that I would look after you. I don't have a whole lot of time to convince them to let you stay here... with me. "
Max flushed to a shade of a plum, she had no idea that Chloe would be the reasonable one... she supposed death did that to a person. " Oh Chloe, don't you know by now that I'm not leaving you. My parents they mean well.. they can try but they can't take me away not again, I'm 18 and It's my decision, to stay or leave." Max looked to the floor and then again over at Chloe, her eyes glued to her features, envisioning waking up to her face on the weekends and spending as much time with her best friend, yeah she knew that neither of them were perfect and they were very much broken, but the pieces would come together and they would mend and just be them. "I won't go because having you back in my life has been such a blessing and I know you don't believe in this destiny bullshit but it is destiny. You and me. You got that?" Max reached to grab Chloe's arm, keeping her close and mindful of what she was saying.
"Aww that's so sweet. Now you see this is what Chloe was talking about. Her good o'pal Max." The voice came from the open window, the curvy girl propped against the window half of her body and the other swinging over the frame. Rachel pressed her forehead against the dirty glass. Writing in the dust plastered on the window Chloe + Max + ?= Eternity
"Come on Max. Let's have some fun." Rachel giggled