When morning finally came, Max felt extremely groggy, but that was probably because she didn't get much sleep at all. Her mind wandered relentlessly throughout the late hours, trying to conjure up what she was going to say to Kate. All that pondering though, was to no avail, because the brunette still had no idea what words would come out of her mouth when she came face to face with the girl who kissed her yesterday.

She sat up in bed, stretching her sore body parts, when she noticed the notification light on her phone blinking. Max grabbed it without a second thought, and saw that she had received a text from Kate late last night. Oh silly girl, she thought with a shake of her head, why are you apologizing? Max then stood up, made her already messy bed, and changed into some clean clothes.

She knew that she had to fix this, and fast, before Kate started to overthink everything that had happened. The brunette grabbed her phone once more, and decided that she should text Kate first to make sure she even wanted to talk. Hey Kate, are you busy? We should talk, if that's ok with you. Once she sent the text, her breathing was uneven. If Kate did want to talk, what in the world would Max even say? Hey sorry for rejecting you yesterday? That ought to work out fantastically. The photographer was so worked up over all of this. But she knew Kate, and she knew that deep down Kate would understand. When her phone buzzed, signaling a reply from Kate, a sigh of relief escaped her lips. Sure, I'm in the main yard, meet me there. Kate's reply seemed so void of emotion, and Max blamed herself for that.

She grabbed her messenger bag, slipped on her converse shoes, and headed out into the hallway. Instinctively, her eyes went to Kate's door, room 222, and what she saw made her cringe. Written on Kate's little whiteboard was: Kate twerks for God. Immediately, Max erased it, and drew a smiley face instead. So it seemed Kate had made some enemies here at Blackwell already. It was probably that girl Victoria, Max was not too fond of her either. Great, this was just what Kate needed; she had enough on her plate already, like she needed bullies added to that list. Max sighed, and merely walked away. When she exited the dormitory building, she thought coffee was an excellent idea.

Meanwhile, Kate was outside in the main yard of Blackwell Academy. She was sitting underneath a shady tree, enjoying the autumn weather, and reading one of her many books that she owned. She used a picture of she and Max for a bookmark. Internally, she was nervous to speak to Max. What if she was mad about the kiss? What if she didn't like her back? What if she only wanted to remain friends? All these questions haunted Kate, and she knew the only way she'd get answers is if she and Max faced their demons, and confronted the situation head on. With Max at her side, she could do anything, they could conquer the world if they wanted to.

"Hey Kate!" It was Warren's voice who pulled the blonde girl out of her thoughts. It seemed as though he was enjoying the fall weather as well.

Kate merely waved back, not feeling in the mood to talk to anyone else but Max at the moment. And speaking of Max, there she was, making her way out of the cafeteria with two cups of coffee in hand. Kate could feel her heartbeat speed up at the sight of her best friend/gay crush, and immediately, all thoughts of doubt left her head. She and Max would fix this, no matter what. She hurriedly went back to reading her book, so it wouldn't look like she was expecting Max, and when the brunette finally approached her, she sat down across from Kate, a small smile gracing her features. Max stuck out her hand, offering a cup of coffee to Kate. "It's vanilla." She began, "Your favorite."

Kate looked up, and she was struck by those baby blue eyes. Max was looking absolutely radiant this morning. She took the coffee, and sipped it, it tasted so good. "Apology coffee? How thoughtful..." Kate was meant to sound sarcastic, but came out sounding bitter instead. That was not the intention at all. Max's eyes softened at Kate's tone of voice. It was clear that she was just as hurt as the other girl.

"Kate..." Max trailed off. "I'm sorry."

The blonde closed her book and sat it beside her, "You have nothing to be sorry for, it's my fault."

"I shouldn't have ditched you."

"Yeah, well, I shouldn't have kissed you." Kate retorted, not being able to meet Max's gaze.

Max could feel her face heating up, "But I'm glad you did."

It was silent between them once Max broke that barrier. But it was true, she was glad that Kate had kissed her. If it wasn't for that first kiss between them, Max might have not ever considered her more than friend feelings for Kate. And now, it was the moment of truth, all the cards were on the table, the nerves were gone. Kate looked up, her brown eyes meeting Max's blue ones for what felt like an eternity between the two. Kate's voice was soft when she spoke again, "Then why'd you run away after I did it?" She inquired. "Do you know how much that hurt me?" She continued to question.

Max shrugged, "I freaked out, Kate." A nervous laugh, "Hell, I didn't expect you to kiss me, and I didn't expect to like it so much."

"Truth is," Kate began. "I've wanted to do that for such a long time."

"Well, Kate Marsh, you've got balls." Max laughed. "Because I would have never had the courage to just up and kiss you like that." She explained with a shake of her head. A more serious atmosphere then took between the two, and Max grabbed Kate's hand to squeeze it tight. "Will you be my girlfriend, Kate?" She questioned, their eyes blazing. She had wanted to ask Kate that question for so long. Being friends was just simply not even enough for her. They had to do this, they had to take this next step. Max didn't know what she'd do without Kate in her life.

"Of course." Kate smiled, and Max took a picture, even though she'd probably remember this moment forever anyway.