Prologue: Quantum Mechanics states that there are an infinite number of worlds. This is boring, and you have likely heard it before. Something more interesting that you might have not heard is that on one of those worlds, Max Caulfield never met Chloe Price before leaving Arcadia Bay. Let me tell you the story of what happened when she came back.

Chapter 8: Will You Go Out With Me?

Friday, September 20th, 2013 (5:30 PM)

I sat on my bed, feeling contemplative. Class had just let out half an hour ago, and like a total loser, I had nothing to do. It was a Friday night. Heck, even Kate was going out tonight. But not me. No, I, Max Caulfield, had nothing to do. My plan was to sit in my dorm all night and watch old movies on my laptop. Such is the path of the loner.

I was interrupted from my musings by a knock at my door. Making sure not to rush standing up, I got off my bed and walked to the door, wondering who it was. I knew Warren wouldn't enter the girls dorm. Kate had mentioned going out with Victoria to a club, so that ruled out the two of them.

As I opened the door, to my surprise, I found it was none other than Rachel Amber. I mean she was nice and all, and we HAD talked, but it was just that we operated in too many different circles. I was a loner, she a social butterfly. I was a hipster, she was… well I didn't know how to pin down Rachel Amber, but we were different people.

I was jolted out of the my thoughts, as Rachel started to talk.

"Hi Max."

"Oh hi Rachel." I responded. Why would Rachel want to talk to me on a Friday? Didn't she have like, a club to go to or something? I would be very surprised if she had nothing better to do than talk to me.

"So do you have any plans for tonight?" Wait what. Was Rachel Amber asking me on a date?

"Are you asking me on a date?" Rachel let out a small laugh, and then responded.

"No No No, I was just wondering if you had any plans today." I blanched. Did she not get it?

"It still really sounds like you're asking me on a date…" I trailed off, and Rachel laughed again.

"What do you think it's funny? Yeah, I get it, you're way out of my league!" My face was flushed, and I made to slam the door, but Rachel grabbed my arm.

"Max I didn't mean to offend you. Can you just answer the question? Please?" There was something about the look in her eyes, so I responded.

"Fine. If it makes you happy, my plans are to stay in my dorm and watch movies all night. Now leave me alone!" I shut the door. It wasn't quite hard enough to be called slamming it, but it was close.

I heard Rachel's footsteps walk away, so I flopped back down onto my bed. Great Max, you just yelled at one of the few people who are even close to being your friend. Just peachy. I put on one of my favorite movies to make me feel better. Sleepless in Seattle, starring Tom Hanks.

Around halfway through the movie, someone started playing music outside. It was a nice song, In Your Eyes by Peter Gabriel, but it was pretty loud. And it was right outside my window. God. Didn't anyone know what headphones were? I tried to ignore it, and succeeded for a few minutes.

Then a pebble hit my window. I assumed that it was a coincidence and ignored it. A minute later, another pebble hit my window. That was it. I walked up to my window, ready to open it and give whoever was there a piece of my mind. And my breath went away.

Standing there was Chloe, a boombox on her shoulders, playing that song, the same song from Say Anything that John Cusack plays when he's standing outside Diane Court's window. She was grinning, wearing her leather jacket and a pair of beat-up jeans. The particular white singlet she wore today had an image of a rose. Her hair looked almost fluorescent in the light from the sunset.

"Hey Max!" She called out, her voice raised in an attempt to make herself heard over the song. Then, thinking better of it, she set it down, turning it off.

"Yeah? What're you doing here?" I responded, my cheeks flushed. Chloe's grin stretched a little wider, and I almost fainted when I heard her response.

"Well there's this girl you see. She's beautiful, smart, kind, the whole package. And I wasn't sure how to ask her out, until I remembered that she loves old 80s movies." She paused, watching my expression. Then, seemingly emboldened, she continued, asking the question I had realized she had been leading up to.

"Will you go out with me, Max Caulfield?"

And then I gave the only answer I could.

Friday, September 20th, 2013 (8:00 PM)

I stood outside the entrance to the Blackwell dorms, rubbing my arms from the cold. I was wearing the same dress I had worn to Chloe's house last Sunday when I had come over for dinner. Joyce had been kind enough to iron it and send it over after I had slept over. I wish I had something else to wear, but all I had was the one dress. I didn't really have enough money to buy another one, with all the film I bought. Maybe Mom and Dad would be okay if I bought a new dress with the credit card they gave me if I told them it was for a date?

I was interrupted from that particular line of thoughts (that was rapidly becoming a theme for this night) as a pick-up truck pulled up in-front of me, honking it's horn once. The passenger door on my side opened, and a hand reached out to help me in. I grabbed it, and I was hefted into the car.

Looking around, I saw that the car had been cleaned up, so that it now resembled a clean, average, if somewhat beat-up and old car. Then I looked over to Chloe, and my heart stopped.

She was wearing a simple blue dress, with stockings and (unsurprisingly) her combat boots. Gone was her trademark beanie, and she seemed… kind of naked without it. The thought made me blush, and Chloe smiled as she looked at me.

"You look beautiful." I said to her, and her smile widened.

"I was thinking the same thing." She leaned over and kissed me. I responded in kind, and it lasted for a few moments, at which point she pulled away, a goofy smile on her face.

After a few minutes of just sitting there dumbfounded, I managed to get out a sentence.

"So where are we going?" She started up the car, and pulled out Blackwell, keeping her eyes on the road. Then, after about half a minute, she obliged me, responding,

"Oh just this place I found while walking around the Bay. Good atmosphere, great food."

She refused to elaborate, so I just sat in the car as she drove, letting the moonlight play across my face. I pondered my first kiss, and I pondered my first love.

AN: More Pricefield feels for ya! Date will be next chapter, with all the fluff that entails! Short AN this week, because I don't have much to say. Keep on reading!

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