More angst? Yeah!
I liked the idea behind this one. Lol, why does LiS have an abundance of angst ideas that can actually happen in canon?
Oh well, enjoy.
"Alright, goodnight Max."
"G'night, Brooke," Max gave a small wave, watching Brooke slip into her own room before she did much the same. The brunette closed the door behind her, although with some hesitancy.
Her room wasn't the cocoon she'd come to love anymore.
Since her 'reunion' with Chloe and the run-in with Nathan; life took a steep dive to the depths of something she really didn't understand. Even with friends like Chloe and Warren around, the photographer couldn't help but feel like a target of vulnerability was painted on her back, every time she entered her room alone.
She stood in the darkness. The paranoid side of her, waiting to see if someone was there. After a full minute, Max deemed it safe to flip the light switch.
The small room illuminated. Immediately Max tossed her bag by her closet, she checked her phone -only to find no new notifications. The time being 10:17, she pondered the idea of going to sleep earlier than usual. Time powers or not, she was still a student, and still classes to attend.
'Maybe it'll get my mind off things...'
The brunette sauntered over to her closet again. With haste, she stripped out of her usual ensemble, neatly folding her clothes and setting them aside before slipping into her sleepwear.
A chilling draft whispered by, catching Max's bare skin and causing to unwillingly shudder. She looked to the source, and made a face at the open dorm window, 'Spite my paranoia more why don't you?'
Her immediate response was to close the damn thing and finally be able to go to sleep. But when she passed by her decrepit bed; another thing meddled with her paranoia;
'NOBODY MESSES WITH ME BITCH' Max read. The writing from earlier, let alone the picture of her head on a platter below it. She turned away -regretting the fact that she chose not to clean it earlier.
The fear for Kate and herself, having to play the waiting game until they dug up enough evidence to indict Nathan.
Her fear for Chloe was even worse.
The punk was a target too. From Nathan and Frank. Max couldn't help but feel that Joyce was right about someone needing to 'rescue' Chloe. Her reckless behavior stacked with her need to cause trouble; scared Max. Chloe's life had literally been in her hands, not once, but thrice. Having Chloe back in her life was the greatest thing. Max wanted to help her, be there for her, and most importantly; not lose her.
Those thoughts elicited a worried sigh from Max's lips, 'I think I'll sleep on the couch tonight.'
Mind made up, Max pulled the top sheet off her bed, closed the window, and settled down onto her uncomfortable-as-heck couch.
'Just go to sleep Caulfield, you'll have time to be paranoid tomorrow.'
She tried, and failed. It was too much. For a solid hour, Max shuffled, tossed, and turned -sleep never came to her. She felt hot, but chilled at the same time.
'I need to be anywhere but here.' She lurched upwards, almost diving for her phone. Her hand trembled as she unlocked the device, desperately searching for Chloe's contact. The punk would undoubtedly be up this late and for one reason or another, Max wanted to be with her right now.
