Chloe's eyes fluttered open as rays of light poured in the room through the curtains, bathing the furniture in a mellow orange. She rubbed her eyes, mouth open wide as she let out a long tired yawns. Something seemed different in the atmosphere. The bluenette carefully crawled over her sleeping girlfriend and padded to the window.
She eyed the campus and watched a few students chucking a football at each other. Chloe placed her hands on her hips and watched the trees dancing in the wind, the only sound being her lover's soft snoring and the songs the birds sung from the trees peaks. Max stirred awake behind her, eyes adjusting the the bright light as she turned on her side. She flushed at the nude silhouette of Chloe in the light.
"Good morning.." The brunette croaked, realizing how sore her throat was and breaking into a fit of coughs and muttering small "Ow"s.
The taller girl strode over to the bed, sitting down next to her partner and patting her back.
"Sore?" She knowingly asked, getting a nod from the hacking girl beside her.
Chloe pulled the sheets over her lover's back and lifted from the mattress and walked to the small fridge, sighing when she realized that she had dumped all of Max's bottles of water out and replaced it with beer. She grabbed one of the bottles, plucking off the top and taking a sip to make sure it wasn't too strong.
'Whew, just taste like the cheap ass sprite they give us at Canks Cranked Diner' The bluenette chuckled to herself, tripping on some boxers that were balled up in the middle of the room. She regained balance and handed the glass bottle to Max, who carefully took it into her hands and sipped it quietly.
"How'd you sleep?" Chloe asked as she snatched some fresh boxers and a bra from the drawer and slipped it on.
"I slept pretty well, you?" She responded after she swallowed.
The taller girl shrugged with a small hoarse laugh "I slept good I guess, I don't remember what time I went to sleep though.. hope I didn't snore too loud." She joked.
Max laughed. sarcastically adding "Oh yeah, you totally woke me up and I had to sleep in the bathtub."
"Oh fuck you, Caulfield." Chloe snickered, picking up her damp boxers from last night and slinging them at Max's face whilst screaming "Taste that, fucker!"
She actually never remembered when she took them off, maybe Max did.
The brunette gagged and covered her mouth after throwing the slick material to the floor in disgust.
"You are so fucking gross Chloe!" She spat, rubbing her eyes with her palms as if trying to wipe away the strong smell that the musky piece of clothing had been emitting when it was near her face.
"Oh, that just hurts so much Maxine, how could you~?" Chloe placed her hand over her heart in fake hurt, not able to stop the smile the greedily crept onto her face.
"Oh I am so done with you, Chloe Elizabeth Price." Max smiled when Chloe shuddered uncomfortably and grabbed a pillow, playfully hitting her partner in the back of the head.
"Oh you are on!" The brunette snatched up her other pillow and struck Chloe across the face.
It was back and forth of hitting each other until Max started getting rough and not minding to use a pillow, instead, striking a punch to her left shoulder.
"No playing dirty Caulfield, I've been so nice, you little shit."
Max scrunched her nose, eyes narrowed as she mouthed 'Bullshit' and shook her head "You farted and held me under the covers last Tuesday!"
"Come on, it sounded like a good idea in my head-"
"You unscrewed the temperature knob in the bathroom and made it really cold, then rushed in and flushed the toilet!" She narrowed her eyes but couldn't help but smile as Chloe stammered on another excuse.
"Fine Caulfield, you win this one." Chloe muttered in defeat.
Max fist pumped in victory.
"Ugh, get dressed, we have to go to the fancy ass opening of the new diner."
Once they both got fully dressed, they headed out hand in hand.
In the parkening lot, Warren leaned against his car with his arms crossed as he nodded along with what his friend was saying. As they walked past, he looked over and decided to say something, because that's what Warren does, he talks. Alot.
"Maxwell silver hammer! Wassup my girl!" He turned to Chloe, smile not as wide as before "Hey, Chloe."
"Hey nerd." She ruffled his hair, causing him to roll his eyes and push her hand away "Hey Justin."
The Skater fist bumped her.
"Eh Max, you wanna go to the food court? We're heading out now." Warren ignored Chloe, who had narrowed her eyes and squeezed her hand so tightly on Max's, her knuckles were white.
"Actually, I'm busy. Chloe and I have things to do. Sorry." Max apologized, glancing over at the punk.
Her jaw was clenched tightly, lips pressed together in a thin line, and her face had slightly gained a reddened color as she looked at the shaggy haired boy.
Jealous.
Really Jealous.
'I swear.. I'll beat that little skunk up if he dares to touch her..'
"Where are you gals going?" Warren questioned, looking between the two and stepping beside Max.
'Don't even do it, dude'
His arm was slowly snaking around her back, Chloe's glare intensifying and her nostrils flaring angrily.
'I'm fucking warning you…'
He was only inches away when Max let go of Chloe's hands, exaggerating a yawn and stretching her arms out far. She looked over at Chloe and give a concerned smile.
"None of your business." The punk said, an unnecessary tone to her voice that made the atmosphere between the three uncomfortable.
"What she meant to say," Max began, leaning into Chloe, who out of instinct wrapped a protective arm around her waist "-is her mother could finally afford that old diner that was closed down, and it's having this big grand opening. I mean, who can resist free shakes and fries?"
"Well I have an intense case of munchies, I might catch you there Chloe." Justin told them as he fixed the hat place upon his mop of sandy locks. Chloe nodded and flashed him a smile, making sure Max wasn't looking before sneering at Warren.
He looked as if he wanted to speak, but closed his mouth and looked to the ground.
"I fucking hate him." Chloe hissed, fiddling with the car door and struggling to open it.
"You'll get over it." Max sighed, the punk continuing to rant the whole drive to the diner.
She was still mumbling something when they got out of the car, then finally, she pulled out her pack of smokes and took a smoking break.
The new diner, name still undecided, was a bit bigger than the old Two Whales back in Arcadia Bay This was seattle, "go big or go home, shaka brah." as Max would say. The doors were smooth cedar wood, a red tint to the shiny plaster that was coated over it. It had smooth clay bricks on the outside. A large sign stood a near the parkening lot, a ladder pressed against it as a worker made his way up for some design changes.
Once Max managed to drag Chloe through the parkening lot and to the diner, they were greeted by the one and only David.
"Max, Chloe, glad you could make it. Hope I'm not wasting your time." He managed to laugh, putting a hand on Max's shoulder and guiding them inside.
The place was nice. gleaming tables, dim lights, good smells emitting from the kitchen.
A group of hardcore punkers sat in the back howling in laughter, Chloe decided to go hang out with them for awhile, leaving Max alone and kinda hungry.
She ordered some fries and a milkshake just to put something on her stomach and keep her mind off of things.
"If I had something better to do, I would, but for now, I'm going to bother you." A pixie cut blonde sat in the seat across from her, setting down a bag of food and crossing her arms.
"Oh, hey Victoria." Max greeted as she plucked a french fry from her plate and shoved it into her mouth.
"I see the punk-ass over there, how are you guys? College workin' good for her? How is your relationship? I need details, Caulfield."
Max rolled her eyes.
"She doesn't slack off as much anymore, usually busy with science crap I don't understand. And honestly, I don't know what's going on between us." She admitted shyly.
"Speaking of relationships, did you hear those two lucky girls getting it on last night? I mean, whoever it was had really been sexing it up in there." Victoria winked.
Max turned a dark shade of crimson, choking as she failed to swallow her food and rushing to chug down her milkshake.
"Woah Caulfield, calm down. Do you know who it was?"
The brunette stayed silent, looking everywhere but the girl in front of her. Suddenly, it hit the blonde like a ton of bricks.
"Max… was that you and Chloe..?" Victoria;s eyes went wide and her lips curled into a smile "Holy shit, you and Chloe fucked!?"
The whole room was silent, and all eyes had turned to face Max and Victoria at their booth.
"Will you shut the hell up!?" Max angrily whispered, guiding them out of the door to talk in parking lot.
"Oh my god, Maxine Caulfield is not a virgin." She said in a sing-a-song like tone "What's next, marriage? Ooh la la, a honeymoon! Children-"
"We aren't even dating! Well, at least I don't know if we are. We've kissed and cuddled, now this, but I still don't know if we are actually dating." the brunette sighed, leaning against the brick wall and huffing.
"Ask your parents about it, they are total love freaks." Victoria suggested.
"Dude, we had sex. I'm not talking about that with my parents. Especially since I did that with a girl."
"Wait," The blonde's grin faded and she put on a serious expression "Have you came out to them..?"
Max looked like a fish as she open and closed her mouth as if she was trying to find the words, after a moment, she muttered a low "No.."
Her parents were accepting of course, but she just didn't know how to say it. She was so worried about if they would think of her the same. Her stomach twisted painfully, a sour dry taste coming to her mouth. Her eyes began to sting, and before she knew it, tears were streaming from the corners of her eyes.
"God.. Fuck.. I just.. I can't fucking.. I- Shit!" Max couldn't get the words out, tongue tied and hands pulling at her soft hazelnut locks.
Chloe stepped outside for a smoke break just in time to catch Max mid-breakdown. Without thinking, she assumed Victoria had said some bad shit and immediately went Alpha.
"What the fuck did you do!? Why is she crying!?" The punk shoved the girl, not able to understand what her lover was muttering.
Victoria barred her teeth "I didn't do shit, you mutt! I asked her if she came out to her parents yet and she started crying not my fault!"
Chloe wrapped a protective arm around Max's shoulders, teeth digging into her bottom lip as she tried to calm down the girl in her embrace.
"I'm o-okay, I just- I just-"
"Hey, shh, come on, let's get out of here." the punk turned to Victoria, cheeks flushed as she let a sheepish apology and guided Max back to her truck.
The ride back to the academy was silent, and awkward. Chloe looked like she wanted to say something, but her mouth stayed shut as they pulled into the parkening lot.
Max decided to write a journal entry once she got up to her room, Chloe went off to skate with her friends.
Thursday: The total shitsworth of my time.
My mind is still spinning about last night. Chloe seems so fine with it. That was a BIG thing in our relationship, also a big thing in my life. Maxine Caulfield, officially NOT a virgin. That's some crazy shit right there!
So we had a nice, calm morning, then bumped into Warren.
*le sigh*
Warren is truly a good friend, like a brother to me! But Chloe went fucking "I AM A ROBOT, DESTROY DESPERATE BOY WHO IS CRUSHING ON MY GIRL. BEEP. BEEP."
If there was a crazy terminator Chloe next to regular Chloe, I wouldn't be able to tell the difference t.b.h.
finally, we proceeded to go to the official opening of Joyce's new diner; The food is fucking radical! Honestly! Victoria got stood up apparently, and sat at MY booth. With ME. Then she said she heard us last night!
I swear I died on the inside, like, I fucking descended into hell and stayed there for several centuries then came back up with some major traumatization. Sorry, that was a bit exaggerated. But anyways, she started getting deep and personal! Talk bout' privacy!
And I had a breakdown. A. Break. Down. In front of the rich girl who I kinda look up to as an inspiration, because she simply asked if I had told my parents I was gay. I could of just shrugged and said "No, I haven't.", but my sorry ass started sobbing like a psycho. I need to fucking control myself.
So today wasn't as bad as other days but it's not over. I'm gonna stop writing and might come back to this later, but for now I need a fucking rest.
Max was just about to take a nap when her phone rung. She was expecting Chloe, but got someone else.
"Hello? Are you Maxine Caulfield?"
"Yep, that's me." She responded happily.
"I was wondering if you were interested in taking in a commision at the moment? Me and my husband just love your work and we live in New York. His birthday is in a few days so I wanted to do something special. Sound good?"
"Sounds great, thanks! When would you like to meet up?"
"Saturday or Sunday if you can?"
Max nodded "That will do, I will update you on if I can come later, thanks, bye!"
Max was jumping, cheering, spinning on her toes and running around the house. One, it was in New York. Two, they asked her of all photographers to take a picture, Three, she was going to be able to get away from this place for awhile with Chloe.
She spent the rest of her time getting papers in order and figuring out plane tickets and budgets, when she was done, it was midnight, and Chloe was sleeping in the other room.
Chloe lay sprawled out across the bed, only a black bra and silver boxers. Her lips were slightly parted as she snored, brows furrowed. Her faded blue and blonde hair lazily framed her face. One arm was behind her head while the other was over her toned stomach, hand halfway in the front of her boxers as she slept.
'I don't know if they should be adorable, hot, or just complete sexy.' Max hummed to herself, circling to the right side of the bed and sitting down to take off her shoes.
She shuffled out of her pants and threw them into the basket, along with her white tee, then flopped down on their bed with a sigh.
It had been a long day and she just wanted to un-wind with her.. girlfriend. Maybe make some nachos and watch a movie. Maybe just cuddle. Maybe more. Max shook her head and flipped on the TV, scrolling through the channels lazily. She found some cheesy rom com and decided to watch that.
About halfway through, Chloe began to stir, grumbling something as she used the arm behind her head to sub her eyes while the other stayed down her pants.
"Busy day?" She mumbled, Max nodding and leaning into the taller girl's slender frame.
"Extra busy, but I have hella good news." She sung, running a finger up Chloe's bare arm.
"Hmm?" The bluenette rolled over on her side, head tilted curiously as she waited for her lover to speak up.
"We're going to New York!" Max watched Chloe's expressionless face for a few seconds "I got a commision from this nice couple, and they said I have a very unique style that really fits the atmosphere of their relationship with each other, they are just too lovely to pass on."
She didn't say anything for a few moments, then in one swift movement, pulled her into a kiss. She tangled her fingers in Max's soft chestnut locks and tilted her head up to deepen their lip lock.
The brunette pushed away laughing shyly, breaths now heavy as she used all her strength to keep Chloe from smothering her with kisses.
"Oh my dog- Chloe! Down girl, down!" she choked between laughs, Chloe still managing to lean down and kiss her.
"I love you so much! I really, really love you!" The bluenette grabbed Max's wrists and pinned them above her head on the pillow, continuing to mouth down her jawline.
"I love you too, but it would be truly sad if you suffocated me with smooches." she laughed as the punk flopped back beside her with a pout.
"Fuck, I was looking forward to some intense celebration. I mean, we are going to New York baby! Next we'll be in Paris, then Vegas!" Chloe exclaimed excitedly.
There was the old Chloe. The one who wanted to travel the world. The one who wanted to speak several languages and impress everyone. The one who was determined to eat as many cultural foods as she could stuff in her mouth.
"Well, how about my little traveling pirate get some rest, kay'?" Max snuggled into her side, smiling when two arms wrapped around her waist and Chloe let out a hum of amusement.
"Night Chloe."
"Night Max."
Friday.
Chloe was out of bed early, making sure she had everything packed in her suitcase. She wasn't a morning person, so it took two cups of coffee to get her through smoothly.
Max was awake not long after, a whole suitcase dedicated to tripods and camera equipment. That was the only thing she was worried about.
While Chloe was sipping her coffee, the brunette grabbed a pair of socks and hit her in the back of the head playfully. That's when she knew it was the end.
They chased each other through the dorm until it was time to go. They didn't stop there because obviously the game of cat and mouse wasn't over.
Max hauled her backpack over her shoulders, grabbing her duffel bag and putting that on one of her shoulders, leaving the rest for Chloe.
Of course, being the total show-off good girlfriend Chloe was, she carried the "Heavy-ass camera equipment." as they ran down the apartment halls racing each other to the elevator, giving Max an advantage due to the intense weight on Chloe's shoulders.
Chloe nearly slammed into one of the people walking through the door as she held out her fingers to try to grab Max's shawl, but failed miserably and caused her to softly curse to herself as they pushed through the front doors eagerly.
They rushed through the parkening lot, Chloe slowing her trot as she neared the car. Then reality hit her. A slight fear spiraled into the empty pit of her stomach, bubbling like a bowl of scorching hot magma in the core of the sun.
It wasn't a pleasant feeling either.
It was called fear.
"Hey Max, can I tell you something?" The punk breathed as she chucked her suitcase in the bed of her truck.
The brunette hauled her travel backpack under the passenger seat, humming a small "Hm?"
Chloe leaned against the truck, starring at the ground. She finally looked up at Max, face unreadable. Then she muttered "I've never been on a plane."
Max flickered a small smile, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Planes aren't scary if that's what you are worried about. It's okay." She spoke softly.
"I'm not scared, just.. ya know, a bit nervous about having new experiences." Chloe said in defense, holding her hands up.
"Well don't worry, I won't push you if you get scared Chloe, I promise."
They intertwined fingers and began to kiss. Once they pulled away, they pressed their foreheads together and smiled.
"You promise?"
"I do."
Chloe sat in the window seat since Max kinda got sick looking outside while high in the air, that's why she was so hesitant about roller-coasters and theme parks in general. The bluenette shifted uncomfortably at the loud roaring of the engines as the plane geared up.
She absolutely hated the plane ride. And she had a whole rant about it when they got off of the plane.
"Okay, first of all, what the fuck was up with the food? When they said they were serving actual burgers, I was expecting burgers! Not that gross soggy shit! Second, those movies were so fucking outdated! They were all old cliche desperate white nerd wants the hot blonde cheerleader! Third, those seats were horrible! I barely sleep the WHOLE rides! That's how uncomfortable they were!"
Max rolled her eyes "How much longer are you going to complain about the trip?"
"I'm gonna complain forever because I wasted precious hours of my life! That's like.. three get off sessions I missed! Were you expecting me to drag my horny ass to the bathroom? I had to just.. dust it off for hours!" the girl continued "You owe me some hardcore apology sex when we get to the hotel Max."
The brunette face palmed herself, turning a shade of crimson and sighing.
"Goddamnit Chloe, just make sure we get my camera equipment before we go anywhere. Or do anything." She hissed softly, placing a kiss on the taller girl's nose.
It was dark outside, so they really needed to get to their hotel quick. Who knows what happens after dark in this crowded city? They didn't want to find out.
Once they got their luggage, a good old unexpected friend met them outside.
"Oh Max, you really thought you could leave me back in shitsville seattle and miss a trip to New York? Fuck that, and hey Chloe." Victoria winked.
She blabbered on and on about some drama with her new friends back at the academy the whole ride, but the couple in the back seat decided to go along with it.
"Um, where are we going?" Max suddenly asked after finding they had drove straight past their hotel.
"To a place where you won't wake up with roaches in your ass." Victoria grumbled, slightly laughing at the expression of disgust that washed over Chloe's face "Too far, Blue?"
"It's Chloe for your information, and way too far. Honestly, you're pretty trashy for a rich girl." The bluenette said with a smug smile.
The blonde sucked in a breathe, eyes narrowing at the smiling girl in the back.
"You sure talk a lot of shit for a selfish, manipulative bitch."
If Victoria wasn't driving and in control of their lives, Chloe would be strangling her right now. Instead, the bluenette sat back in her seat and squeezed Max's hand until it started to turn white.
"Well, I already got you two a room, my treat. But Caulfield, you already know what the price is when we get back, details."
Once a man came to the car and helped them with their suitcases, they headed to their room.
Floor eleven, room 118.
Chloe cheered and immediately ran and jumped on the bed, throwing the sheets high like blankets of fresh snow.
The bed was larger than anyone could ever need, but that wasn't bad, lot's of room for intimate activities.
The got a corner room, so standing at the door, a window faced West, and a window faced north, the bed placed against the East wall facing the window that showed West.
There was a large bathroom visible in the other room, a giant bathtub that looked more like a hot-tub than an actual tub.
The carpet was a creamy white and the walls were painted in fine detail. Victoria was really pushing this pretty damn far.
And that was worth it.
Chloe lay on the bed, her greedy smile back.
"I think you owe me some lovin', Maxine." she sung.
The brunette padded over, kicking off her shoes and swaying her hips seductively as she walked towards the bed. She hovered over Chloe, and leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"And I will give you some lovin, Chloe, After I get some nice ol' rest, night!" Max flopped over, digging her face into the pillow and making a snore sound.
Chloe laughed and hugged her from behind, "Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
Max sat on the large window frame with a book in her hands, the morning light just peeking over the towers and flooding into the room. There was a soft patter of feet as a figure came from behind, two lanky arms wrapping around her stomach with a fair amount of strength.
"Good morning." Max mumbled, still heavily engaged in the story that flowed off of the pages and through her mind like a shallow river of new experiences.
"Mornin' babe." The taller girl managed to get out before a yawn erupted from her mouth.
"How about you come back to bed? I have some things on my mind." Chloe whispered, the younger girls ears burning and her head spinning with slight arousal from her tone.
"It's still early Chlo, we're gonna wake people up. I can't handle neighbors making complaints about an awfully noisy couple next door." Max laughed softly, pulling out of her embrace and setting the book on the soft white carpet.
"Baby, you know you can't resist all.. this." Chloe motioned to her body, smiling greedily as the girl on the windowsill swallowed nervously.
She honestly was considering pouncing on the bluenette and draggin them both to the bed, but the sudden buzzing on the dresser ruined the progressing mood.
Max made her way across the room, making sure to sway her hips a bit extra to tease Chloe, who sucked in a sharp breath at the sight and bit back the "damn." that threatened to escape her lips.
She answered the phone, voice cheery "Hello?"
"Maxine Caulfield, is that so." A man spoke from the other side, the snobbiness able to be heard in his tone.
"Yes, uhm, and this is..?"
"Ghabrial Bouhve', the husband of the woman who commissioned you in the first place. Look, I have to be at work by eight and I don't tolerate slackers, I need you to be here in less than thirty minutes or the deals off, kapeesh?" He hissed.
"I-I got it. I'll be there, sorry, okay, bye." Max quickly exited the call, his voice still ringing in her ears.
She grabbed her equipment bag and hauled it over her shoulder, Chloe rolling her eyes and leaning against the wall in defeat.
"I gotta go, sorry, I'll be back later tonight, kay'?" Max pecked her softly on the lips before rushing out the door full speed.
When you have a whole day alone in New York, there's so much to do.
For example; cherish the super fast internet of your hotel while you chill in the bathtub and blast punk rock music and have the greatest time of your life.
That's exactly what Chloe Price did.
Suds were overflowing the edges of the tub as she relaxed into the warm water with a sigh, water stopping just below her nose.
She felt like a shark, the way her sky doused locks flowed around her and the bright hue of her eyes sharpened with every flicker of the small flame upon the candles that were placed around the dim room.
Chloe finally came to her senses and decided to wrap up her shark persona session and go back into the bedroom, pulling on a white tee
The sky was dark, splattered with bright stars like a free lance artist had too much fun with a blank canvas.
Many colors danced over the water. Neon blues and mint greens, blood reds and sun yellows, all in one place creating such a pleasing sight to the eye. Buildings towered further than she could see, great structures that were crafted with fine detail.
Max was probably down there having an amazing time just running around and snapping pictures.
Chloe looked back at the sound of the doorknob twisting. Max stepped into the room, slightly disoriented and looking as uncomfortable as ever.
"Hey, babe? You okay?" The bluenette questioned, face twisting in concern as Max set down her duffel bag and raked her fingers through her hair with a sigh.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a long day, I kinda had to get out of my comfort zone with the customer. He was rushing me and after I had planned out the perfect picture, he said he didn't want it that way- blah blah blah, then my camera took a total shit mid-shot. He started getting mad, then I started getting flustered, finally my camera started working again. It was just stressful, ya know?"
Chloe nodded knowingly, motioning for her to come lay on the bed with her.
Max wiggled out of her shoes and her pants, leaving her in a black tee and some boxer briefs. She flopped onto the bed, snuggling into her side and enjoying the warmth that radiated from her lover's slender frame.
"His wife was pretty nice though," the brunette started as Chloe drew patterns in her back with her finger "She said my work was very special, and it had a lot of potential. She said I was.. different from the other photographers.. I wonder what she means."
"Max, you are different. You are so unique, so different from other people, and you somehow put that into photography and just.. it's truly amazing dude." Chloe mumbled into her neck, kissing her jaw affectionately.
"You are too much, Chloe Price." Max smiled, sucking in a sharp breath as Chloe's hands found their way to the waistband of her underwear.
Max panted, the last waves of pleasure washing over her as the rocking of the mattress came to a complete stop.
"Stress gone?" Chloe said between heavy breaths, teeth grazing over her shoulder as she kissed back up her neck softly.
"Mmm-hmm." She hummed quietly.
Chloe played with a few strands of her angelic soft brunette hair, taking in the sweet scent that seemed to fill the room.
"Night." she whispered.
"I love you." Max said after a moment of silence, waiting for a response.
Chloe swallowed "I love you too."