A/N: Hello there! February, and I'm kinda sick, but that's no reason for me to not write yet another chapter! I'm seeing such positive feedback, that's pretty encouraging, cause I never thought this story would get so far. I'm so glad to see you like Didn't Go As Planned so far.

I'm pretty sure you're wondering why there isn't much of Max yet. So I have her here in this chapter... With someone else, you know who.

Chapter 5

Tuesday 8th

This white empty space, middle of literal nowhere as many people say. Again. Max lied on a invisible floor with her back on a invisible wall, staring in the white nothingness.

How many times she's been here, she lost count. The time manipulator pushed herself to the limits so that everyone she knew and loved was safe and most importantly, alive. The first times she tried to save Chloe and not provoke this damn tornado that burned Arcadia to the ground.

She got it once but still, she didn't feel happy. Max knew that Chloe wouldn't feel complete with Rachel there. So for the last... 5 (or was it 7?) times she tried to change the past in a way that Jefferson didn't get her. There was a problem though. She prevented it once in that party, it still happened in another occasion.

After countless of times, Max stopped Jefferson from killing Rachel. She thought that once coming to Blackwell that October everything would be just fine. But no, something else had to happen!

Chloe still gets shot by Nathan in the bathroom and she couldn't figure out why. So Max gave one last shot and like most of the times she got herself shot.

She tried to think again what did she forget. Then she realised it was too quiet. Maybe her 'other self' wasn't coming this time.

"Well, here you are."

Speak of the devil.

Maxine was standing right next to Max, always wearing this sarcastic face. At least that's what she supposed once she didn't even get in the cope to look at her doppelganger.

"YOU again.", Max said coldly, still staring into nothing.

"So, how are your 'so-called' friends?"

They really were going to have this conversation again? No, not again!

"How come you arrived late?"

"I... Had some stuff to do.", Maxine replied, not sounding very sure.

"What stuff?"

"In some other realities. I've told you already, I'm the Max you leave behind and all. But that's not what we're going to talk about."

"And if with that you mean talk smack about my friends, then no thank you."

"You keep saying 'my friends'."

"Maybe I should've said... 'our friends' then?"

Maxine's eyes widen at that. "NO. Just. No. I've learned long ago that people like Rachel and Chloe are not to be trusted to be by your side."

"Well, you never gave them a chance. What about all the memories we had together?"

"They have changed. They are different now."

"Like every person, but you. That's the thing with people. Noone stays the same forever. There is no such thing like stability in this world. Change is what makes it more interesting and lively. Perhaps you should change too."

The 'other Max' shook her head in disapproval. "You never seem to get your lesson. Perhaps you will never understand."

They stopped talking, hearing some familiar voices, distant, but became more and more clear. Max and Maxine looked around them as their surroundings slowly changed.

"They are here."

The date now was Satturday 11th.

A/N: Yeah, I got a thing with short chapters. Oops.

Now I don't know if I got Maxine right, she's a... rather interesting character.

See you next time!