Recollection


Nathan shoots them both a glance as they blow past him. Luckily they're right by an exit - though - Max's gaze lingers around the halls, watching familiar faces pass by. It's weird being back after so long. There's a squeak and Max rushes to catch the door, letting the autumn breeze brush past, rustling nearby bulletin papers.

Once they reach the parking lot steps, they're relatively alone so the real questions begin.

"That disappointed to see me again?" Chloe says as she skips down steps. Max limps close by.

"No, I'm just –- at a loss, I guess. It's been such a long time. I don't even know where begin."

"Well, you could start with sorry, Chloe." She stretches over a pothole, "Sorry for not calling - for five years."

"Believe me," Max slows down, "I know. It was- super fucked of me," her hand clips onto her shoulder, "I'm sorry."

"Yeah, well. Yeah. It was," they resume their pace and Chloe glances back at Max, her eyes a little brighter, "And I forgive you. Ya dork."

But who can after so long, it's not like it spoils things - what they have - but it does make things touchy. A gust carries a few fliers out of the bed of Chloe's truck. Max glances down as one grazes her foot, "You putting up these posters?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Town's covered in them."

"And you think Nathan's involved?"

"Do you?" Chloe halts, "Are you saying that little punk did something to her too!"

"Yes," she lowers her voice, "You aren't the first."

"How-"

"-It's happened to others too."

"How do you- that's so fucked. That piece of shit is going-"

"-I know. It's taken care of."

"What does that mean?" Max keeps walking. They're so close to the truck. Chloe grabs her shoulder, "Dude, what does that mean?" Max clenches her teeth, "Max!?"

"It means I can travel through fucking time, Chloe!" Chloe's face twists up, "It means you have some seven - fucking cigarettes in your pocket, you- you have that fucking panda keychain, and some eighty-fucking-six cents and I- I've come back so many -!" Max grows quiet, "I—I just want to get to where we're friends again.