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 13: Jonathan Stroud Reference

Sunday, September 22nd, 2013 (1:12 PM)

I headed to the cafeteria, looking to get lunch. I had gotten breakfast shortly after me and Chloe had become girlfriends, (Oh My God Chloe was my girlfriend squee!) and had done some classwork after that.

As I walked, I felt a pair of arms wrap around me, and I spun around.

"Chloe?" I asked, surprised. I felt whoever it was pull away, and they laughed.

"No, Max, it's me, Rachel." She laughed again, and I looked at her, clearing away the hair in front of my face.

Standing there was Rachel Amber, in the flesh. Her blonde hair was drawn up into a ponytail, and she had a smile as wide as the River Nile stretching across her face. Sweat glistened down her brow, and she wore a pink tanktop and black running shorts, which only served to accentuate her curves and petite frame. Damn, I wish I had a body like that.

"Why are you wearing that?" I asked, and she put a finger on the side of her jaw, as if she was trying to remember why she was wearing that.

"Oh, I was running with Victoria, you need the right outfit for it, otherwise you get all sweaty, and not in the good way."

"You were running with Victoria?" I spat out in surprise, and tried to cover it up hastily, sputtering. Rachel smiled some more, and poked me in the forehead.

"Look, I'm friends with everyone around here. I know that sounds like bragging but it's not. It takes hard work. Part of that involves reaching out to people. And the only way I have of reaching out to Victoria, and actually talking to her is via running with her. Plus it's great exercise."

I nodded. That made sense (kinda). Well if Rachel wasn't busy right now, maybe we could get lunch? Was she busy?

"Hey Rachel, did you want to get lunch? Or are you busy, or…?" I asked, uncertain.

Rachel looked pensive for a moment, before pulling out her phone and tapping around a bit.

"No, I'm free right now. Lunch sounds great."

We walked to the cafeteria, and grabbed some food. I took a slice of pizza with chocolate milk, and Rachel grabbed a beef patty with a pop. Sitting down, Rachel started to speak, before stopping to bite her beef patty.

"So how about you and Chloe, huh?" I sputtered, chocolate milk going down my windpipe. I glared at her. She had timed that with me taking a sip of it.

"You waited-goddamnit." Rachel laughed. A lot. After she finished, she straightened up, and started actually talking, instead of trying to choke me.

"Chloe texted me after she got to work, about how your date went, and how you two are apparently girlfriends now. However, she refused to give me the low-down on what-" She paused, and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Happened." I glared at her some more, before finally breaking down and telling her.

"After the date she drove me back here, and I showed her my dorm, and I just… I just didn't want her to leave."

Rachel chucked at that, and inserted her own hypothesis. "So you convinced her, if you know what I mean?" I smacked her arm, and tried not to smile at that.

"No! I just asked her to, you know, snuggle me. Stay with me. And then we fell asleep."

Rachel smiled at me.

"You know what, I think you two are going to be just fine."

I thought so too.

AN: Sorry for the lack of chapter on Sunday. I have like, a project in every subject right now in school, so it's hard to find time to write. Sorry :( I won't say that chapters will go back to normal now, because I could be lying. There will be at least one chapter every week, and two if I have time.