Reminisce

The seat vibrates under Max as the truck gains speed. Outside the sun is low enough to break through the dreamy-like haze that plagues her horizon, its glow halos Chloe's cute blue bangs. She turns to Max,

"So- time travel, huh?" Max nods, "How does that work?"

"I've got no idea. I've had it- for a while now though," she trails off.

"Then- why are you back?" Max breaks away and watches the road ahead. "Max!? You gotta talk to me. First you snap and now you won't- we share everything," Max wipes her eye and turns to her. Chloe gets quiet, "It's- about me?"

"Yeah."

"What- do I like, bite the bullet or something," silence, "Jesus, Max! I- what the hell am I getting into?"

"A shitload. Saving you- brings a storm. Literally. A huge fucking tornado."

"Saving me?"

"Chloe, you get shot. And that's just where things begin." Chloe glances back at Max, blinks a few times and then looks back down the road,

"Damn. And after?"

"I don't know. I can only stay for so long. When I lose focus, I jump back."

"Well, I'm alive so mission accomplished. What's the problem then, sista?"

"You're not there."

"You mean I'm -– dead. Still. Even after all your time magic."

"No matter what I do."

"You're sure I'm not- out. Getting food or some shit," Max is again silent, "No matter what-" Chloe's chest drums.

"Yeah," she whispers, "well- so far-"

"-So you come back to do what exactly? Cause you treated seeing me again like some fucking- chore."

"Chloe, I- miss you."

"So what- this just some- some visitation!? Drop in on Chloe, disappear when you get sick of me. And what? If you fuck up do you just zip back and keep telling me how you love me until I do too?"

"No- Chloe. I would never." She maneuvers to the side of the road. The truck shakes as a car passes,

"Swear?" Max studies the dash and takes a deep breath, "Fuck you, Max." Chloe jerks her thumb behind her, "Walk your ass back to school." Max closes her eyes and reaches out her arm.

"Home, shit home." She says barging inside. Max trails behind, watching her as she goes. She turns to Max, "Well, the day's yours, friendo. What the hell do you want to do?" Max unclips her satchel.

"First I was thinking we could start with a movie."

Chloe huffs, "Max, movie's the last thing I want to fucking do right now."

"You'll like this one. Don't tell me you're not in a mellow mood for some Blade Runner."

"We've seen that shit like a million times!"

"The sequel?"

"Th-the what now? There's a fucking sequel to Blade Runner?"

"Yeah, I mean - technically it hasn't been made yet. Got it right here."