A loud gurgling noise, causes Max to shutter from her slumber. She fiddles around groggily, wiping the excess sleep from out of the corner of her eyes. Max leans up, groaning slightly at the rough springs of the cheap motel mattress poking directly into her spine.
"Man, these motel beds are horrible..." She thinks to herself.
The bright sun violently shines through a nearby window, making Max shield her freshly awoken eyes temporarily from it's blinding rays. Max fiddles around, reaching towards the grimy old nightstand on her left side. She grabs her cellphone, unlocking it and checking the time.
Saturday, October 12, 2013 9:00 AM
It was Nine O'clock, which meant that she and Chloe had managed to get some much needed rest, after yesterday's and the day before's events.
Speaking of Chloe, where was she?
Max stretches and scans the room intently, before looking over towards the opposite side of the room, breathing a quiet sigh of relief once she placed eyes on her blue-haired lover. Chloe hadn't seemed to notice that Max was awake yet. Chloe sat in a small chair that was facing towards the open screen door of the balcony. She quietly fiddled with her cellphone, occasionally taking small drags of a lone cigarette that bobbed away in her mouth.
"There's my Chloe..." Max thinks to herself.
Max attempts to crawl out of the bed, but the strange gurgling noise from earlier sounds again, making Max slowly scan her eyes around the bedroom, searching for the source.
"There goes that noise again..." Max ponders away.
The strange noise comes around again, this time coming from Chloe's direction. The punk's shifts around slightly, her face forming into deep scowl. Making Max realize that the sound was probably coming from her.
"...hella starving..." Chloe grumbles quietly to herself, resting a hand over her mid-section. She inhales slowly and let's out a loud prolonged sigh of frustration. It was obvious that she was agitated over something.
"Sounds like Chloe is hungry...that might explain her grumpy face..." Max thinks to herself, chuckling at her partner's overly loud stomach noises. Max stretches, and rolls out of the bed. She shutters slightly once her bare feet pad against the cold carpet.
"Wearing no socks was a really bad idea..." Max mumbles quietly.
Chloe's eyes lock onto Max upon hearing this, the rebel's scowl slowly turns into a small, gentle smile. Chloe quickly puts out the cigarette, and gestures for Max to sit next to her. Max trots on over and takes a seat in the chair beside Chloe.
"Good to see you're finally awake Max, was beginning to think you planned on sleeping in all day." Chloe says, sliding her cellphone back into her pocket.
"I'm sure we both needed the rest Che, these past few days have been pretty damn stressful." Max said, folding her arms in a calm manner.
"Do you really have to bring that shit up right now?"
"Can you blame me?...after everything that's happened?" Max laments, alluding to the ruins of what used be Arcadia Bay.
"You know what?... just forget I said anything..." Chloe utters slowly, her eyes drooping towards the ground, quickly turning her head away in frustration. Max shudders again, their words lingering like an echo throughout her mind. She leans over and gives Chloe a comforting shoulder rub.
Chloe seems to calm down slightly, placing eye contact on Max again.
"Look Max, I'm not pissed at you, I'm just pissed at the situation...it's just like you said, these past few days have been hella stressful." Chloe remarks, giving Max a small peck on the cheek.
"It's okay Chloe, I understand. This easy for me either, but we just have to play things smart, and going at each other's throats isn't going to solve anything..." Max says, wrapping Chloe in a tight hug, that the punk returns fully.
The couple stay wrapped in each other arms, feeling their bodies collective warmth for what seemed like an eternity, before Chloe eventually pulls away.
"Alright Maxi-Pad, that's enough sentimental crap for one day, how about we get our shit together, so we can blow this joint?" Chloe said, standing up and, stretching. Max is inclined to agree, but suddenly a powerful cramp of emptiness makes itself known in the pit of her own stomach. It had been almost two whole days since her last meal, and her body was starting to feel the effects ten-fold.
"We should probably get a bit of breakfast first though, I'm starting to get hungry." Max laments, rubbing the back of her neck.
"Good idea hippie, My stomach's been bitching at me all mourning.." Chloe adds, patting said organ absentmindedly.
"Oh, I definitely heard it. That's what woke me up actually, haha." Max says, chuckling softly, upon realizing what the sound from earlier was.
"Just call me your personal alarm Clock, haha." Chloe replies back, giving Max a light tap on the shoulder. Max giggles back, feeling slightly better about their predicament through humor.
"Man it feels good to laugh..." Max thinks away.
Max hops out of the chair before making her over to the bed, picking up her socks, and jeans. She quickly puts them on, moaning in content once her body was shielded from the motel room's cold air. Chloe does the same, sliding into her clothes with relative ease.
Eventually both girl's were fully dressed and ready to continue their day.
"Alright Mad Max, where are we chowin' down at?" Chloe says stepping out into the hallway. Max follows behind her, stopping to lock the door behind them.
"Uh I'm not sure yet, I have to return these before we can do anything." Max said, jiggling the room keys in front of Chloe's face.
"Let's make it quick dude, cause I'm starving over here." Chloe mutters, her empty stomach once again voicing it's displeasure.
"Me too, Chloe, me too." Max laughs out loud, slightly enjoying seeing Chloe be so ravenous.
Before long Chloe and Max made their way into the motel lobby, there was a bit more people compared to last night. Max walks over to the desk, and quickly returns the room key. She could notice on the counter in front of her some news paper with the headline that read: "Horrific F6 Tornado, leaves over 70 people in Arcadia Bay dead". Max feels her heart become filled with guilt, making her gesture for Chloe to follow her and leave.
Max and Chloe exit the motel, and enter into the parking lot. They spot Chloe's truck, and dart over to it, sliding into it's interior with a aura of quickness.
"Goddamn man, I am hungry like the wolf!" Chloe bellows, jamming her keys into the ignition.
"I feel you there Che, a Two Whale's bacon omelette would be heaven right now..." Max says, before instantly covering up her mouth, regretting the words as soon as she had said them.
"Nice one Max..." Max thinks, berating herself internally.
"Sorry Chloe, I didn't mean to bring that up-" Max begins, hastily trying to apologize.
"Relax Max...It's okay..." Chloe says, putting on a forced smile even though her sadness was obvious. Max shrinks down into her seat, as Chloe starts up the truck, pulling out of motel's lot.
Roughly ten minutes later Chloe and Max managed to spot a rustic diner on the side of the road. It looked pretty empty, but neither Chloe nor Max seem to mind, the less people, the better. As Chloe's truck makes it's way towards the small rustic diner, Max's stomach growled audibly, making Chloe smile and look over at her.
"I feel you there hippie, I'm hella hungry too." She says, veering her truck left, pulling into the diner's parking lot.
"Yeah...Let just grab a quick bite and leave, Seattle is still a few hours away". Max peeps, as Chloe parks in the parking lot.
They make their way inside of the diner, only for their noses to be bombarded with the smell of cooked food. Max's mouth waters instinctively, as Chloe comes from behind her and, guides her to a small booth in the back of the diner. Max sits down at the booth, admiring the drab olive colored brick walls.
"This place look's like it's been here since the 1940's..." Max remarks, noting the old fashioned look of the diner.
"Couldn't care less about how this dump looks, I just hope the food's good..." Chloe says, sat across from her fidgeting around in her seat.
Eventually a waiter comes over to them, she seemed to be middle aged, her hair tied up in a bun.
"How are we doing young ladies, I'll be your server for today, feel free to take a look at our menu." She says, sliding a large rectangular menu over to Max, and Chloe.
Max scans over the menu, they had quite the variety. From pancakes, to waffles, all the way down to crepe's. Max's mind wonder's at all the options, before she finally makes her choice.
"Eggs and Bacon, and a cup of coffee, please." Max utters, setting fer menu down on the table. The waitress marks down makes order, before turning over towards Chloe.
"And for you?"
Chloe takes a moment to look over the menu before giving her order.
"Uh...Same thing for me, but water instead of coffee." She says handing her menu over to the waitress. The waitress collect's their menu before heading back to the kitchen, leaving Chloe and Max to them selves.
"So Max, what is exactly are we gonna do when we get to your folk's place?" Chloe says, leaning forward, arms resting on the table.
"Uh..Haven't really though about it, actually..."
"Well, you need to...you think they gonna be cool with this?"
"Cool with what?"
"Cool with me...I'm not exactly the same person I was when I was 14..."
"They'll definitely be surprised to see you alright..." Max peeps, tapping lightly on the table.
Max and Chloe continued to conversate until, the waitress arrives with their food. Almost immediately both girl's dive right in, filling their faces with their meal. They say nothing, only eating in silence.
Eventually both of their plates were completely empty, the food had managed to fill them up quite nicely, the growling in their stomach's finally silenced. Both Chloe and Max quickly pay for their food, and exit, trudging for Chloe's car. They enter it and prepare to continue their journey.
It was only day two, and Seattle was still waiting for them.