Strawberry Cigarettes | Max Mayfield

18. meat railroads

Chris was sitting on her bed, guitar in hand and trying to continue writing the song. She thought it would be a great way to distract herself, but not so much. She remembers when the redhead was sleeping over and Chris played that little song for her. She remembered how she bobbed her head along as Chris strummed. It was quite peaceful. But that's gone now. Max is mad and Chris doesn't even know how to fix it. 

It's not like she can tell the girl the truth, right? Chris can't just drag her into a world with supernatural flower-faced bastards and constant danger. Or the giant lab with kids that have superpowers. She can't give the redhead the trauma. Putting her under stress and danger just because she couldn't be a better friend? No. I she would do that, it would be extremely selfish, in her head at least.

She would rather have Max angry at her but safe, than friends and in danger. But that smile. Those blue, crystal eyes. She would miss it. Even though she'd seen it only for four and a half days. It's like a drug, making her addicted. 

'Just.. Just let me follow you. Wait. Wait wait wait. Just let me follow you and.. ugh i don't know'

She quickly grabbed her pen from the bed and bent down to write it down. The line wasn't complete, but it's a start. A good one as well. She finished writing and threw the pen next to her, staring at the paper. 

Steve came rushing in through the door, flinging it open and stopping it right before it hit the wall. Chris shot up at the sudden movement. "Jesus Christ, Steve! Do you knock?" She cursed at her brother. Cousin? No. Brother.

Steve said a quick sorry. "I have an idea how we can make up to both of our girls!" he exclaimed excitedly. Chris looked at him with a weird look. "Max is not really my girl-" "Doesn't matter! She will be. Come on, get dressed." the older boy interrupted her and closed the door. You could hear him running down the corridor with how loud his steps were. 

Chris sighed. She put away her guitar and got dressed. This time she chose some dark grey pants combined with a belt and a pickle green oversized t shirt. It was fairly warm outside, plus her powers kept her in constant warmth the whole time. She tucked the t shirt into her pants and added a thin chain onto her pants.

'accessories are important. You can't tell me they're not.'

The girl also quickly cleaned her glasses and then ran down the stairs where Steve was already waiting for her. He had a pair of olive green converse in his hands. "Catch!" he ordered and chucked the shoes towards the girl. She quickly reacted, catching the pair before it hit the ground. 

Steve nodded impressed. "Good. Good." Chris put her shoes on. "Steve, be honest, how much coffee did you drink?" Chris asked concerned for the boy. It was like he was hyperactive. As the boy opened the front door and let Chris out he said. "I don't know. Three? Maybe four shots of espresso? It doesn't matter. I came up with the perfect plan, let's go!" he hurried his sister towards the car.

Chris looked at steve dumbfounded. "I haven't even had my coffee yet.." she mumbled as she got into the car. She closed the door and Steve didn't hesitate to take off immediately. "I didn't even put my seatbelt on yet! Slow down!" Chris yelped. The car sped down the streets and Steve explained his plan.

He explained how he stayed up all night, thinking of the it. The plan was to go to the store and get flowers first. Then they would meet up with "our girls" as Steve kept saying and apologize. Chris looked at her brother, once again dumbfounded. "That took you all night?" she questioned. 

He then proceeded to open his car drawer and pull out two pieces of paper. It was completely full, leaving little to no space. Chris took it and turned it around. "Double sided?" "Yep. Full on written apologies, for you and me to apologize." He said and turned into the store parking lot. "Why don't you write your essays and college applications like that?" Chris asked again.