Despite having the cash, they decided to sleep in the truck again that night. They'd rolled into Colorado, according to Chloe, and the mountains and stars were a view worth sleeping under, even if it was a little chilly. They'd perfected the technique of laying chest to back on the bench, so they could both stretch out as much as possible instead of sleeping sitting up like they'd done the first time.

It was a little cramped, and sometimes Chloe would accidentally stab Max with one of her many prominent bones, usually her elbows, but all in all it worked out all right. Having one of Chloe's arms around her, while it had kept her up the first time, actually came as a comfort these days. It made her feel safe, silly as that was. And it also helped her protect Chloe; She always woke up as soon as the girl started moving around.

She didn't mention it, but Max had already had nightmares of Jefferson finding her with Chloe, and doing the girl harm. While she had no real part in the research on Max, she was also too close to the situation now. If they thought she knew anything, it was almost definite that she'd conveniently 'disappear.' And she didn't want to ever have to find out if they'd let her go if they thought she was ignorant. It wasn't worth the risk.

The chill rose goosebumps on her arms, but Chloe reacted before Max could even notice the discomfort, reaching for her jacket and pulling it over their torsos. She was careful to make sure that Max was tucked in as best she could be, then she snaked her arm back around the smaller girl's middle, pulling her even closer. Her breath was warm against the back of Max's neck, and the jacket trapped their body heat inside.

Her legs would be a bit stiff in the morning, but she had to admit that it was kind of nice, now that they had a system. The sky was clear, seeing as they'd parked far outside of any cities, and the stars shone like Max had never seen.

In fact, she hadn't. Not that she could remember, anyway.

Chloe fell asleep first, as she always did. And Max laid awake a few hours more, as she always did, just processing everything that had happened, thinking about where she was going, where she'd been, how beautiful the shimmering stars were beyond the windshield, and how soft the skin of Chloe's hand was when she layered her own over it.

Eventually she forced her mind off, focusing on copying the languid breaths that Chloe puffed into her neck until it came naturally and her body followed the slow pace into sleep.

She was a bit surprised to still feel Chloe in position behind her when she woke. Usually the other girl stirred first and then somehow talked Max into sitting up enough to get moving again. Without the constant prodding of the scientists, Max had been giving in to the sleepy haze she used to fight through in the mornings. After discerning that all was still alright in their little world, she'd doze against the thrumming window until Chloe decided it was time to find something to eat.

But the other girl still had an arm draped over her, body heat radiating and leaving Max with a distinct sense of being cozy, despite the cramp she was feeling her whole body over from sleeping in what was essentially a crouch. With a yawn, she carefully rolled onto her back, mindful of the edge of the bench, and then onto her opposite side.

Facing Chloe, she found the girl awake after all, head propped up on a hand that had a cigarette perched between two fingers. The smoke that leaked out had an earthy must about it that alerted Max to the contents. Chloe had explained the difference, at one point, when Max had inquired about the odd looking cigarette that had been put in with the others.

She'd also offered to let Max give it a try, but she'd declined after seeing Chloe take the smoke in the wrong way and cough violently for a solid minute. Still, the girl did seem more relaxed when she smoked the funny smelling ones. She said it was an effect of the drug, that it was really pleasant, but really mild.

After blowing a cloud of smoke towards the ceiling of the truck, she grinned.

"Morning sunshine."

Max smiled sleepily, letting her eyes stay closed much too long when she blinked.

"I was starting to wonder if you'd ever wake up." She said, then rolled her eyes when Max pulled a worried face. "Joking. And it's cool, gave me time to wake and bake." She offered, lifting her blunt as if toasting with it before bringing it to her lips and inhaling till the end retreated in her direction, alight between them and making the skin across their faces glow orange.

Max mumbled unintelligibly, planting her face against Chloe's collar to block out the light, wondering briefly if the other girl would let her go back to sleep. But no such luck; With a laugh and a pat to the back, she guided Max into a sitting position and claimed her spot behind the wheel.

"Fuck. I've gotta teach you how to drive. This shit is wearing my old bones right out." She grumbled, rotating her shoulders, starting the truck and checking on the gas level before maneuvering them back to the main road.

They drove in the normal morning silence; Mostly because Max didn't have the facilities for proper conversation until she'd been up a few hours. But as they passed a sign welcoming them into the first city proper, Chloe seemed unable to contain an excitement that had been visually building in her ever since they'd gotten on the road that morning.

"Dude, we're in Colorado! I'm so fucking stoked. We skipped Vegas, but I'll be damned if we're not stopping somewhere with a dispensary." This all, of course, went right over Max's head. Chloe realized her mistake quickly.

"Uh, so, you remember how I said weed's illegal? Well, it's not in Colorado. You can buy it in special little stores. And like, good stuff. Better than what I can get at home." She explained. Max didn't miss the way that she seemed to almost bounce in her seat with the excitement, and it brought another smile to her lips, despite the morning fog she was still dealing with.

She didn't reply for much too long, but she used the time to contemplate her response carefully.

"Well, if it's okay here, then maybe I'll try it?" She announced quietly. She might as well have screamed it though, for the other girl snapped to look at her, eyes wide. Then a huge grin took over.

"Yeah? You don't have to if you don't want to. I'm not about peer pressure." She promised. Max shook her head, though.

"Yeah. I should try as many things as I can, probably." She said, shrugging. She didn't add on that she thought that because she had an indelible sense of foreboding. No matter how used she got to Chloe and driving and freedom, she had the feeling that it wouldn't be able to last forever.

Chloe gave her another sunny grin, pulling up to a building and queuing up in a line of other cars.

"Time for breakfast. Any idea what you want, or should I order for you?" She inquired. Max waved dismissively, dropping her feet to the floorboard to free up the space between them for the food. They'd gone through a drive thru the night before, so Max wasn't as baffled by the system this time around. Chloe ordered, they waited, paid, then waited a bit more. Then they were on their way yet again.

Max munched diligently at her food, locating and unwrapping things for Chloe when she requested them, so she could keep at least one hand on the wheel and her eyes on the road, for the most part. She also gained control of the radio for a bit, and found a station that seemed to favor soft acoustics. It made her miss her guitar.

They ditched the food bag, stuffed with trash, while Chloe filled up on gas again. They took a potty break and cleaned up a bit in the bathrooms. Their reflections looked pretty grimy, and it wasn't just the gritty mirrors. Chloe grimaced, pulling her beanie off to reveal that her hair was starting to look a bit smushed, in the way that only happened when hair had gone unwashed a little too long. Max wasn't faring much better, her roots looking kind of greasy and her bangs falling in slight chunks. They didn't look good, by any means.

Though they'd gotten used to their own grunge and funk, they reasoned they might be a bit offensive to the general population, and that wasn't going away no matter how many times Chloe chanted 'tits, pits, and naughty bits' while washing up in the sink.

"We'll stay in a motel tonight. Get a good night's sleep and a good bath before we move on." Chloe decided, drying off her face with a paper towel before pulling her shirt back on. Max sighed dreamily at the thought, then grimaced as she put her pants back on.

"Um… Sorry, but could we maybe buy some clothes too? I don't want to complain, but I don't think I can wear these another day. I'm a little grossed out." She admitted.

Chloe nodded solemnly, pulling her shirt up to her nose and giving it a sniff, her nose wrinkling.

"Yeah, we're getting rank. And nose-blind, which is scary shit. So, to-do list for the day: new clothes, weed, the scrub down of a lifetime, and a warm bed." She listed. Max nodded, chuckling as Chloe flung an arm across her shoulders and lead her out of the bathroom.

She drove them to a building that was nearby and incredibly crowded. People scurried about in the lot, dodging cars and pushing huge metal baskets on wheels full of plastic bags. Max took it all in with fascinated caution, letting Chloe take her hand for fear that she'd lose the other girl in the chaos otherwise. They nearly got hit by like five cars, all of which received the middle finger from Chloe. (She'd taught Max the meaning only after she'd managed to get her to make the gesture at a trucker who had, very rightfully, honked at them angrily.)

Inside was just as busy as outside, and Max was still afraid of getting run over, only this time by people prowling around with the metal baskets from the lot. Chloe retrieved one of these as well, guiding it expertly along the shiny floor with Max clinging to the side like she'd seen several children do.

Nobody really paid the girls any mind, despite their disheveled appearances. They, honestly, weren't the worst looking (or smelling) pair milling around. Chloe easily navigated them into a small section devoted to clothes in what was appearing to be a huge store that held an enormous assortment of things.

"Sorry, kid, but no high fashion for us. We can get a bunch of shit at Walmart, or like, one fancy bra from Victoria's Secret. I choose 'more than one pair of undies.'" The taller girl chattered. "Just grab anything you like. We should get you some shoes, too. And don't forget a coat."

With that, she began sifting through the endless hangers of clothes, pulling things out occasionally to look at them. A few things got tossed into the cart, and other things were held up against Max for judgment before being accepted or put back. She also made sure that Max picked out a few hoodies and jackets, and then shoved her into a thick coat a size or two too big.

"Trust me, you want your coat a little big when you're on the road." She promised.

Then she lead the way to another section , this one full of shoes, helping Max find the size she needed and then helping her pick out some sneakers that were comfortable. She rolled her eyes, calling them 'off brand Chucks' but put them in the cart anyway.

She began tossing packages of panties and socks in as they passed, mostly indiscriminate aside from sizing.

"Sorry if you wanted cute undies, but I'm the only one who's gonna see 'em. Er… Presumably." She added, rubbing the back of her neck.

Then they were off to another area of clothing, this one marketed towards men, and Chloe grabbed some flannel shirts, which she seemed to have a fondness for, and a coat of her own. It looked sort of like a flannel shirt too, but Max opted not to comment.

With a bit of wandering, they wound up with a cart full of things they'd been miserably going without; fresh toothbrushes and paste, a stick of deodorant, a hairbrush, bottles of shampoo and conditioner that weren't a single serving. Chloe even had the foresight to grab a box of pads and tampons, and some baby wipes to help keep clean between bathing. They passed by a randomly placed display of duffles, and Chloe threw one of those in too, claiming that Max needed a travel bag of her own.

They finished up in the food area, indiscriminately grabbing pretty much anything that would keep and dumping it in on top of the clothes. Chloe loaded the bottom up with various drinks; Sodas, water, some juices. Max relished the thought of being well-stocked at last. No more driving thirsty, no more pining for snacks. No more flipping panties inside out to wear them again. She could cry.

The cashier that rang up their purchases kept side-eyeing them doubtfully as he slid the purchases into grey tinted plastic bags. Chloe seemed kind of annoyed at this, but Max understood; They definitely didn't look like they had the money for all this. But she had to admit, it was a little satisfying to see the look on the cashier's face when Chloe pulled out the folded wad of cash and began counting the money out. Even more so when his counterfeit marker didn't react, and he begrudgingly wished them a good day.

They took a few minutes to sort out their purchases, storing most of the food in the mostly empty toolbox in the bed of Chloe's car. Max's newly bought duffle bag was packed with her new clothing and then tossed beside Chloe's.

Chloe was in a good enough mood as they left the store to sing along with the radio. Max liked it a lot when she did that; It was her opinion that the girl had a pleasant voice. Of course, anytime she got caught paying attention, Chloe's mouth would snap shut and her cheeks would get a bit red. So Max had been working on perfecting the technique of enjoying it without it being obvious.

She must have been getting good, because Chloe sang all the way to the next store they stopped at. This time, she instructed Max to wait in the car. When that was met with protest, she explained that she had to use a fake I.D. and that Max's 'doe eyes' screamed "I'm too young" from a mile away.

The brunette missed the meaning of most of the conversation, but decided to let Chloe go alone, since it seemed she had a valid reason. But she kept a close eye on her as she entered, and didn't really let herself relax again until the girl reemerged. It struck her then, maybe for the first time, how attached she'd become to her travel companion.

She'd certainly clung on, lost as she had been at the time that she'd met Chloe. But now, even after spending extended time with her, her feelings hadn't changed. In fact, she'd only grown to care more about her the more that she got to know Chloe.

The girl herself hopped up into the truck with a triumphant grin, tossing her purchase into Max's lap and throwing the truck back into gear, hitting the road with an urgency that made Max feel like she wanted to get away before they could second guess selling to her. They didn't come running after her, though, and they soon fell into the comfortable familiarity of travel.

"So, two things down. Motel is next on the list. Showers and getting blazed as fuck can follow." Chloe reasoned, turning down the radio a bit. Max just nodded, pulling a white bottle out of the brown bag. After some fiddling, she popped the lid off, and a sour, earthy smell began to fill the cabin. It was similar to the smell of the stuff Chloe had been smoking that morning, but significantly stronger. Chloe inhaled deeply while Max quickly capped it again.

She also found some of the little cigarette-esque rolls, significantly neater than the ones that Chloe did herself. It was all returned to the bag, which was set on the floorboard between her feet for the remainder of the drive. They drove a ways up the highway before stopping again at a motel on the side of the highway. It was well-lit and in sight, which Chloe mentioned when she pulled up. Safety first.

The older man at the desk seemed a bit reluctant until Chloe paid in advance for the night, and then they were given a set of keys and began the trek up the stairs after retrieving their bags and some food from the truck.

Chloe collapsed on the bed, letting out a loud groan as she did. Max smiled, sitting down next to her while looking around the room. It was bigger than the first motel, but not by much. The furniture inside was almost identical, only minute differences telling her she wasn't back where she'd started. She could see how the days might start blurring together, but maybe that was part of the whimsy of traveling.

After a deep sigh, Chloe forced herself upright again. She offered Max a tired looking smile, then long-armed for the brown bag that she'd brought up with her from the truck.

"We're gonna smoke and then shower, if that's cool with you. Showering high is really nice." She explained, pulling the containers out of the bag. Max just nodded, sitting back on her hands a bit while Chloe worked. She watched the girl flit over to her abandoned bag, rooting through until she found whatever she was looking for.

She sat at the table with the white bottle, and Max looked over the other items with cautious interest. One was a metal cylinder, the other an oddly shaped, colorful piece of glass. Dark pink and blue swirled and danced in a pattern that seemed both random and carefully calculated, like really good abstract art. Chloe reached for the cylinder first, and Max watched her pinch some of the leafy stuff from the container into it.

"So, uh, yeah. I guess I should be explaining. This is a grinder." She displayed the little metal contraption. "Weed comes as a bud, cause that's how it grows on the plant, so you've gotta grind it up smaller to smoke it. You put it in the top here, like I've done, then you twist the top around and it falls through the holes when it's small enough."

While she spoke, her hands moved to flawlessly follow her own instructions, the grinder squeaking in protest as she rotated the top-most portion. She did this for a few extended seconds, occasionally tapping it against the table, then she twisted at the middle and the top part came off, revealing a little bed of what looked like light green leaves.

"You can touch it if you want, just be careful not to spill it everywhere." Chloe offered. Max reached out a finger and cautiously poked at the leaves, noting the texture as she picked up just a little pinch to roll between her fingers. She let the slightly smushed bits fall back in, then retracted her hand so Chloe could go on. The other girl got to work pinching the leaves into a small crater in the glass she'd gotten from her bag.

"This is a pipe." She explained, not ceasing her work. "It's one of like a million ways you can smoke; I've got some joints in the bag, which is weed rolled up in cigarette paper. You can also roll it in cigar papers, which are a little different. And there are all kinds of pipes, too."

Max was certain she'd never remember this all, but she appreciated Chloe taking the time to explain it. The girl did an amazing job of breaking things down so they were easy to understand, and Max was growing to love learning new things from her. She was a surprisingly fantastic teacher.

"I prefer pipes, myself. But it's not always convenient. Since it's your first time, though, I think we can afford to break out Aurora." She said, grinning as she gestured with the pipe, which she'd apparently finished filling.

"Aurora?" Max prompted, the name unfamiliar.

"Yeah, that's my pipe. Er, sorry. It's sort of a tradition to name them." She clarified, getting up to go back to her bag and fish around for her lighter. Once she'd found it, she grabbed the pipe and joined Max again on the bed.

Nerves set in for the brunette at last, but she resolved herself to see it through, if only because Chloe was obviously excited. And she trusted Chloe wouldn't do anything that would hurt her, so the worry seemed a little silly. Instead of the nervous fluttering in her stomach, she honed in on the warmth of Chloe's thigh pressed against hers as they sat side by side. It was comforting.

"Alright, I'm gonna go first, and you watch, alright? You put your thumb here to block this little hole, then this part is where your mouth goes. Once you're all set up, you light it and then you really just have to breathe in and hold it."

She demonstrated, the lighter flicking to life and casting her face in orange yet again. Once some of the little leaves caught, she withdrew the lighter and just began sucking in. Towards the end, her thumb came off of the smaller hole, and the ember-like fire died down as she withdrew, holding her breath for an impressive time before releasing a thick stream of whitish smoke. It slithered around them a few seconds before heading for the ceiling and dissipating from sight.

With a little cough, she handed the pipe over to Max, who took it gingerly and with a bit of fear, maybe.

"I'll light it for you, so you don't even have to worry about that. When you think you've got enough, which for you will probably be right about when you start, you pull your thumb off the hole-it's called a carburetor-and try to get whatever smoke is left in the pipe. But seriously, don't worry about doing it right, just give it your best shot." She suggested, offering a small smile. Before she lit it, she reached for a bottle of water from the bag at their feet, opening it and setting it nearby.

"I'm not going to lie, the first hit is usually pretty sucky. It's gonna make you cough like mad, unless you're one of those weirdos that somehow already has lungs of steel." She admitted. "But trust me, it gets easier. Don't let this first one put you off. And don't let me scare you. You've got this." She promised, finally holding her lighter up to signify that it was truly time to start.

Max hesitated, but brought the pipe to her lips as Chloe had done, carefully covering the little hole. She didn't flinch as Chloe brought the flame to the bowl, despite the proximity to her finger, confident that the girl wouldn't burn her.

"Go on, start breathing in." Chloe instructed. Max complied, briefly seeing the flame dip down into the leaves as she sucked it in. All too soon, though, she found herself unable to do anything but hack up what felt like an entire lung. Chloe sympathetically patted her back, then handed her the water as soon as she could calm down enough to drink it.

When her senses returned, Max began to wonder what Chloe saw in this. Her eyes felt hot and she knew her cheeks were streaked with tears. She felt raw from the back of her throat down to the middle of her chest, and her stomach was hurting a bit from the effort of coughing.

But Chloe's hand, which was still smoothing circles against her back, felt pretty nice. Not warm, per se, but the pressure of her thin fingers was pleasant. She paused to take another go at the pipe, making it look easy yet again as smoke curled around them, then she handed it back.

Max wasn't sure she wanted to do it again. But Chloe had said the first one would be terrible. She was going to have to trust her on that. And Chloe wanted her to. That was reason enough, she supposed. So she got back into position, and Chloe lit it for her again.

Truth be told, it still hurt pretty much just as bad. But she forced herself to try and hold it in like Chloe had, and managed a second or two before she resumed her sputtering coughing fit. Her throat hurt even more, but she managed to reign it in much faster, gulping the water to relieve the burn.

Chloe grinned sunnily at the apparent improvement, taking her turn, eyes closed as her cheeks hollowed out with the force. Before she let it out, though, her eyes went wide, and then she gestured for Max to get closer. Not sure how to read the situation, but faithful in Chloe's control over it, Max did as instructed.

Her eyes went wide as Chloe's face got closer, her heart beating so fast she wasn't sure it was beating at all. She thought briefly that Chloe was going to kiss her, but before their lips brushed the other girl brought her hands up to cup around her mouth, pressing them against Max's face as well before exhaling.

Getting the idea, Max sucked in a breath, feeling the smoke go down but without the horrendous burn this time. She managed to hold it in several seconds before letting it out. It wasn't as thick as Chloe's, but she was sort of impressed to see how much she'd actually managed, even if she was still coughing quietly to relieve the sting.

Chloe nudged her side, teeth showing in a bright smile.

"Not bad, Max." She commented, winking. It renewed the burst of butterflies in the brunette's stomach. Why had she thought Chloe was going to kiss her? Well, no, that wasn't the part that concerned her. Chloe had been leaning in towards her face, that was a normal conclusion to come to, probably. What worried her was how little she would have minded if that had been the case.

Was that a sign of how truly close they'd become in the few days they'd been together? She'd never even thought of kissing anyone, which was understandable considering the company she used to keep. But now that it had crossed her mind, she got the feeling she'd be thinking about it a lot.

For now, though, she returned her attention to the task at hand, diligently taking her turn with the pipe. She managed to get a good one at last, holding the smoke in properly before letting it spill from her lips. Only a few coughs, a quick drink, and she was starting to think maybe this wasn't so bad.

Chloe seemed to notice her shift in attitude as well, offering a knowing smile as she burned up the last of the color in the leaves. She blew the smoke into Max's mouth again, then got up and tapped the pipe gently against the trashcan. The blackened contents fell out, then she set the pipe on her bedside table before returning to Max on the bed.

"Alright, just chill out for a bit. You'll start feeling it in a sec." She promised, laying back on the mattress. Max blinked for a moment, then joined her, staring up at the ceiling. It was quiet, but comfortable, and she let out a little sigh of content. A sort of numbness was starting to wash over her, the aches she'd been noticing all but disappearing as she tried to find them again.

Her mind was also starting to feel a bit soft. Thoughts became slower and less important to her. She hardly considered before rolling over to face Chloe, nudging closer so she could feel the coolness of Chloe's arm against her cheek.

The girl chuckled, snaking her arm around behind Max's back and drawing her just a bit closer so she could absently rub from her neck down to the bottom of her shoulder blades.

"Think you're feeling it?" She wondered. Max just nodded against her, letting her eyes close and mind hone in on the sensation of Chloe's nails, gentle against her back as she lightly scratched. "Good. You like it?"

Again, Max nodded, finding it in her to look up at last, offering a small smile.

"Yeah. It's nice." She agreed, taking a deep breath. She sort of regretted it, though. "Wow, we smell bad." She admitted, sitting up. Chloe barked a laugh, following suit.

"Gee, thanks Max." She snarked, voice lilting and endlessly playful. It made Max grin right along with her. "You want first shower?" She wondered, nodding towards the bathroom.

"Um…" Was all Max could really come up with, glancing at the door. She did want to get clean, but she also wanted to stay with Chloe while she was feeling so nice. She felt very open, comfortable, and she liked sharing that with the other girl.

Chloe seemed to sense her dilemma, for she grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the bathroom without getting an answer. Max didn't put up much of a fight, tagging along curiously. When Chloe began taking her clothes off, though, she began to wonder if she really ought to have.

The other girl looked over her freshly bared shoulder, quirking a brow.

"You've seen me naked before. Let's just take one together." She clarified. Max blinked, considering for a moment that they might not be on that level with each other. Without any real experience with the common person, she had no idea if it was a strange suggestion. Some part of her mind thought so, but most of her mind was too hazy to really discern any reason it was a bad idea.

At that point, they'd shared countless bathrooms, washed up in sinks together, and awkwardly changed in the tiny space provided by the truck cab. A shared shower was hardly going to be offensive.

Max got to work discarding her own clothes, letting the mangy things fall to floor without much care. Chloe was already in when she finished, and she slipped in behind the other girl, waiting patiently for her turn under the spray. Her fingers idly smeared through water droplets on the tiles, joining them into bigger drops until they trickled down the wall with the weight.

Chloe nudged past her to reach for some soap, and Max took a step to have her turn, basking under the warm water until Chloe had returned for a rinse. Every time they brushed, skin slick and warm, Max felt that nervous sensation in her stomach again, but it was dull and not too concerning.

It seemed like they were done in no time at all, standing on the chilly tiles with towels wrapped around their shoulders, hair dripping onto the floor. Chloe scrubbed an extra towel through her hair a few times, then reached out and did the same for Max, sending her brown locks in every direction with a chuckle.

They settled into some of the new clothes, and Max relished the feeling of the fresh, clean cotton panties and a soft t-shirt at last. She crawled into bed once she'd dressed, and Chloe squeezed in after turning the television on and finding a program that she deemed acceptable.

It wasn't a very large bed, honestly. Just big enough for two people and a little space on the edge. Compared to the truck, though, it didn't feel cramped. Chloe's skin was still warm from the shower where it pressed against Max's, and she found herself leaning into the touch yet again. Chloe didn't hesitate to resume their position from before the shower, nails soft against the back of the brunette's t-shirt.

The show played quietly, only half-commanding her attention, the rest occupied with her half-thoughts. The silence between them was comfortable, companionable. Chloe reached for a bag of chips and wordlessly set it between them, as if she knew Max would ask for some. Maybe she did. They devoured the entire bag in what felt like seconds flat, and the brunette wondered if she could even name the flavor, she'd tasted so little of it.

Chloe crumpled the bag up and tossed it to be forgotten, yawning and rolling over till she could drape her other arm over Max's side, pulling her closer and squeezing tightly for a moment before relaxing and going entirely slack.

"Fuck, I'm tired. How about you, Super Max?" She asked, a hand coming up to card through Max's brown locks. They'd already dried all the way, so they must have been lounging together longer than Max realized. She nodded, her own exhaustion showing in the sluggishness of the motion. It seemed answer enough, for Chloe reached behind her for the remote, shutting the TV down, then killing the light.

They shifted around a bit, but settled down in much the same position. Max tucked her head under Chloe's chin, using the girl's breathing to help her steady her own. She thought it sort of funny, in a way, that they'd made such a fuss about not sleeping in the truck again, considering they couldn't help but sleep just as closely as if they didn't have any room to spare.

A/N: No matter how many horrible things I write, no matter how many parents and lovers I kill, I'm still a romantic at heart I guess. Sorry if it seems soon. But I sort of like how quickly things moved in the game itself, to the point that sometimes it almost blurred and it got hard to tell how much time had passed. That sort of timelessness is really breathtaking to me.

Also girls that can't help but fall in love.

The next few chapters are going to kind of focus on their relationship, so I'm sorry in advance to those that are in it for the action stuff. It's not gone entirely, just briefly on hold.

And I'd like to say sorry for the wait. It's been hard to find time, lately, as I've started working two jobs. I was always amazed by people that could do that, and now here I am. Lemme tell you, it's exhausting! I'm still working, though, promise.

Thanks again to anyone who's still hanging around! Till next time!

KuroRiya
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