A/N: Oh look. I updated. That's unbelievable. And so many follows? That sure is a record for me. This is Chapter 4. Sorry it's taking so long to, I'm writing so many other things, and there is no wi-fi as well plus school.
Despite I'm so busy with all the other fanfics, I would like to write another about what Max was doing in these 5 years in Seattle. What do you think?
And to be honest, I haven't really planned how things will turn out. I just have a faint idea of what could possibly happen. I just write whatever comes in mind. So...
Chapter 4
Chloe gulped seeing Max' parents. She didn't really expect them to be here that soon. The last time she saw them was in her father's funeral, five years ago.
The couple's eyes widen, at the sight of the bluenette girl before them. That really was the Chloe they knew, their daughter's best friend?
"Chloe? Is that really you?", Vanessa asked, surprised by her new appearance.
"Yeah, it's me.", she replied, feeling awkard. After all these years and her new style, it wasn't to wonder why they were in a doubt if this really was Chloe. Rachel gave her friend a questioning look, to which the punk just shrugged.
Ryan and Vanessa got up from the table and went to Chloe. They both hugged her, making the scene even more awkard for her. For Joyce and David however it was... rather heartwarming, despite the recent events.
"We're so glad to see you. You have grown so much.", the man said.
"And changed...", Vanessa continued.
Chloe rubbed the back of her neck. "A lot have happened since you've gone... A lot...", she said and glanced back at Rachel who, feeling left out and not really having something to say, looked around the house to keep herself busy.
"Come in, we have a lot to catch up."
Two days later...
Rachel arrived at the Price-Madsen household. She came to see Chloe, because something was wrong. It's wasn't only the fact that she didn't contact Rachel at all, but she also ignored her for two whole days.
She knocked the door and after a few moments Joyce opened it for her.
"Rachel! How are you doing?"
"I'm fine, thanks. It's Chloe I worry about. Is she here right now?"
"Oh. She's up, in her room. I warn you, she isn't in a very good mood lately. Yesterday, she had a very nasty fight with David."
"I bet she beat him as well?"
"No, just verbal fight. But if Chloe did beat him, it would be a disaster. Luckily everyone got out of this alive."
"Ha! See you Joyce."
"As if you are going anywhere."
Rachel shook her head smiling as she walked up the stairs. She stared at the door and cautiously knocked on it. Before she was even able to say a single word...
"David? If it's you again, I swear I'll come out there and..."
The blonde rolled her eyes and spoke up. "Chloe it's me, are you done with raging?"
"Oh. Rachel it's you. Come in."
Rachel entered the room. Chloe was lying on her bed, smoking yet again another pot. She didn't even look up to see her friend.
"What was that?"
"Sorry I just had a fight with step-douche yesterday, and it didn't end well at all."
"Joyce told me. He was pretty lucky huh?"
"Super lucky. I was about to finish him off!"
"I view it happening, really.", Rachel said sitting by Chloe's side. "So, what is going on?"
"What?"
"With you. I can't seem to find you anywhere, you've been ignoring my messages and calls. I'm worried about you Chloe..."
The bluenette sat up crosslegged and drifted her gaze away. "I dunno... After that incident, I'm just..."
She didn't finish her sentence. She then looked at her friend feeling her touch her hand.
"We all are. How about we go see Max?"
Chloe kept not responding.
"It's been a long while. Probably they will let us in this time. Especially if the Caulfields are around."
"You think?"
"Of course. It's about time you settle this issue."
"'You'?"
"Uhm... She's your friend you know."
Chloe raised a brow at this.
"Sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. So? What do you think?"
"You're right. We... we will go today. Just later. I want to... Prepare you know. I don't feel ready for this right now."
"Alright. When you feel ready, call me. We will do this together."
"Thanks Rachel."
With that the blonde got up and left the room.
Nathan hit the floor with a loud thud. He moaned rubbing his head and looked at the man who was now pacing the room obviously furious.
"You idiot! You... You son of a..."
He never got to finish his sentences in full on rage.
"Now thanks to you, I lost the perfect target for the next binder!"
"Well, it's not as if I had any idea of your next 'target' to sambotage you."
"I don't care! You destroyed my plan? You will pay for it."
"W-what do you mean?"
Nathan watched as Jefferson walked to the back of the desk and to the cabinet.
"I've wanted to try this subject for a long time. I failed the first time, because of her punk friend, so this time I'll have someone do the dirty job for me.", he said in a high pitched tone, to raise suspiciousness.
The teen understanding about whom his boss was talking about shook his head.
"No, no, no. There's no way I'm doing this! You know what? I'm leaving right now! I should've done this since it started.", Nathan said heading for the exit and getting his phone in hand.
Just at that moment he felt the phone fall of his hand and the barrel of a gun extremely close to his head.
"You know the gun you were given wasn't supposed to be for fun. And so do I. Listen closely. I don't care if you're wanted or not, but you will complete this task. After this you're free from me to run away and do whatever you want, not that I give a damn. Bring to me. Rachel. Amber.