Time was frozen. Victoria noticed the silence and shook Max. She was terrified by the last things Max had said. Vic couldn't have her die. What did 'let her out' or her being out of time mean? "Max!"
She rose her head from Vic's chest. There was something different about her, something was off. She looked over Victoria's shoulder at the various girls standing still, all staring at her. "Oh fuck that shit." The cadence of her voice was different as well, harsh. She looked back at Vic, her lips curling into a scowl. "I never understood why it was always you. Can't she pick someone else." There was venom in her voice.
"W-what?" Victoria was beyond confused. Time travel was one thing, but this? She didn't know what to think of this.
"What time did this happen?" She used her forearm to wipe the blood from her mouth and nose.
"Uh- um, 6:50 I think?" Victoria guessed what they were about to do and kept a firm grip around her crush.
The brunette looked up at the clock on the wall. In less than a second read 5 P.M. Dana, Courtney, Taylor, and Brooke disappeared. It wasn't like when Max rewound before, Victoria didn't see time reversing. It just happened in an instant. The room was back to normal.
Victoria was pushed away. Not roughly but it still hurt Vic emotionally. "You don't need to hold onto me, so don't." So did those words.
"But you said I had to to travel with you?"
"With her you do, Not me." That confused Victoria most of all, but she Was Max. Right? "I'll be back before you can notice."
Victoria reached back out to her. Her arms folding in around only thin air. "Max?!"
"God can you fucking stop that, don't call me by her name." The voice came from behind Vic. She turned to see the speaker in clothes that looked like they belonged on Rachel, in fact, Victoria was almost sure they were hers. She pulled out a revolver that was tucked in the back in the of her pants. Then she set an ammo box she was carrying on Victoria's computer desk along with the gun. From her front pocket she fished out keys and tossed them at Victoria. "I borrowed your car." Vic tried to catch them but awkwardly they fell into her lap. "Show me your feet, they're bleeding." Vic looked down, finally noticing the shards of glass embedded in them. Vic sat back and put her feet out in front of her.
"Wait, will it hurt?"
"Everything hurts Victoria."
Well that was cryptic and sad enough. She watched down at her feet. There was a sharp pain that lasted as short as lightning, not to mention it felt like it as well. Vic clenched her jaw and winced, but she heard the tinkling of glass falling onto it's self. Suddenly her toenails were longer, her pedicure had grown out, slivers of fresh nail were underneath red polish. "H-how?"
"Weird time travel shit. Congrats, your feet are now two weeks older than the rest of your body." She sat at the desk and went searching through Victoria's box of drugs. "God, don't you have any painkillers?" She disappeared again and then just as quick was sitting in the chair. An unlabeled orange pill bottle in her hand. She opened the bottle, took one out, popped it in her mouth, then dry swallowed it. "You want some?"
Victoria went to pick up her keys but they were gone. Vic guessed they borrowed her car again. Carefully she stood up. The expected pain in the soles of her feet wasn't there. "Um, no thanks." Victoria walked over to her bed and sat on the edge. Sighing and rubbing her face. "Can you explain some things at least."
"I'm not explaining time travel, I'll have to start making diagrams and I'll just get pissed off. What do you want to know?" Almost magically an already prepared line of a crushed pill was on the mirror and a joint was rolled next to it. The windows had been opened as well.
Victoria noticed the slight chill, honestly it felt calming. Still it was alarming to have all these things just, happening without her knowledge. "Well first. If you're not Max, what should I call you?"
That caused her stop before she snorted the line. "Hmm… Let me think. Max never gave me a name, she always just called me 'You' or 'her'." She snorted the line. Letting out a sigh of pleasure she sat fully back in the chair. "Noir… Yeah that fits."
Having been forced to learn french Victoria thought as well, that name did seem to fit, in every sense of the word. Then she remembered where she had seen it before. "Wait, isn't that Max's tumblr? Noir-Angel?"
Noir burst out laughing, leaning forward and bracing herself against the desk. "Oh fuck, I forgot about her tumblr. Now I'm second guessing calling myself that. It is a bit cringe huh?" She rolled her eyes, thinking back on when she could remember using that site. How long ago was that? "Oh, didn't Yahoo just buy them earlier this year? That's why Max hasn't posted anything in awhile if you were wondering. She mostly used it to look at nude selfies. I miss Titty Tuesday."
Victoria laughed a little. "Me too. Still pissed about the buy out. Right when I turned 18 too."
Noir picked up the joint and a lighter, there was a grin on her face. One Victoria had seen before. That same horny, fox in the hen house grin. Fuck, it did the same thing to her as always. Noir sat next to Vic on the bed. Victoria didn't know what to think. So she fidgeted with her fingers. "Why, were ya gonna post some nudes?" Noir laid back on the bed and motioned to the self portrait of Vic in a bikini hanging above the bed. "You certainly have quite the body."
Victoria blushed slightly at the compliment, but slight felt weird about who it was coming from. "M-might have."
Noir grinned and mockingly replied. "M-might have reblogged them."
Vic growled and went to shove Noir, happily finding her trying to stay still and light the joint she had made. Victoria shoved the lighter out of place just as Noir flicked the striker. "You bitch!"
Noir's eyes shot to Vic's. "Fucker!" She mumbled out loudly around the joint in her lips. Vic let out a girlish yelp of mock terror as Noir fuddled around, grabbing at Vic's hands. Vic laughed as a lighter was slapped into her hand. "YOU light it, Bitch. We both know you're the bottom bitch." Noir chuckled darkly as she tried to force Vic's fingers into using the lighter. Quite silly in her motions to keep the joint in-line with the lighter.
Her bed partner's movements made Vic laugh more. "Youch! I'll do it cunt!" Victoria sparked the lighter a few times before getting a flame. She was forced to hold it in-place by Noir's hands. They lit the joint together and Vic could swear there was a caress of her wrist before Noir let go.
Noir stood on the bed with a smirk and went to set in the far-side of the windowsill. "You smoking or not?" Noir patted the other half of the open windowsill.
"Yes, and keep your shoes off my bed." In another second Noir was shoe-less. She was also holding out a foot and wiggling toes at Vic. Vic sighed, she playfully slapped away Noir foot, before joining her on the windowsill. Noir pulled on the joint with her cheeks, blowing out a single perfect smoke ring before french inhaling the rest. "Okay, Gandalf."
"Fuck you, I don't get many pleasures in life. Am I not allowed to enjoy this? Laughing and smoking with my girlfriend like it's old times?" She held the joint out for Vic.
She accepted hesitantly it. "Girlfriend how?" She took a long drag from the joint but was met with a stare from Noir like she was ignorant.
"Girlfriend, As in we fucked each other every night. As in we slept in the same bed. As in we were take over the Vortex Club together. As in we-"
"Okay okay, I get it."
Noir took the joint from Vic. "Do you? It sounds like you don't." She let the smoke fill her lungs then blew it out with a huff.
"What the fuck do you want me to say? That I do know what you mean? That I even know what Max means? You're more cryptic than she is." Vic grabbed the joint out of exasperation. "You're both all, 'timey wimey' bullshit."
"Nerd."
"Will you shut up!?" Vic took a quick hit and stared out the window, about to say more.
"No! No I will not. Because I only get seconds with you, when she gets Decades! Max gets to push every dark, hurtful, and disgusting memory into my mind so that it won't hurt her! So NO, don't tell me to shut up. I haven't had a Single happy memory of you for over a hundred years! A hundred fucking years Victoria! All I've got to see is the arguments that broke you. The things she never should have said or done. EVERY one of your deaths!" Noir had a finger jabbing against Vic's chest. Tears were welling up in her eyes. "You don't get Fuck all about what she's done to me! What she's put on me!?" The last words were a struggle to get out. "When I had you first… You loved ME first!"