Perfect with You

Chapter 4 - Pallet Talking So Delicately

A hazy mind led to an uneasy presence, something felt as if it was bending inside Max's body, a nerve stretching all throughout her chest. "What did you talk with Alfred about?" Max asked in a calm voice, trying her best not to make it sound hostile.

"Nothing that's important now," Chloe stretched her neck as she turned her body to the right and backed a little away from her friend.
"Can you tell me what is going on? How far back did you travel?" She asked while looking out the window.

"Since it's past midnight, it would have been around 3 days," Max had thought about it herself, resulting in the answer coming out with ease.

"3 fucking days..." Chloe whispered while gently shaking her head.
"What happened?" She asked shortly after, despite the fact she had more specific questions in mind.

Max began to feel the heat around her arms but kept the bright-white hoodie on. She knew this was going to be a long explanation and the uncomfortableness had already begun.
"Let's sit down," Max suggested as she began walking backwards towards the bed behind her before sitting down on the edge.

"I need to stand up for a while if you don't mind," Chloe said despondently without moving.

Max paid no mind to it, as she was already thinking of how to start off the story.
"After we took that walk that we just... took." Max was already having a hard time, trying to explain it in a simple way. She needed to point a few things out– things that Chloe already knew, but was needed to be said to establish the circumstances."When I travel back in time I create a new timeline, so everything I am about to tell you happened in another dimension or whatever we should call it," she spoke quickly, just wanting to get it out of the way.

"Yeah, I am aware," Chloe responded, sounding impatient.

"The morning after that night, we went to the mall, since you said you needed nail polish remover. Sephora I think the brand was."

"Shit. I do need nail polish remover," Chloe broke in, placing her right hand onto the table.

"A man in his late twenties came up to us and he began asking me if I was Max. The girl that went to Blackwell Academy and survived the storm... he sounded like a pretty normal guy, but I was surprised that some guy in Idaho knew about me though. Not much happened, until the day after when he came to your house to find me. I don't know how he knew– how he knows- where you live. At first, I thought he was going to ask me out or something weird..." Max took a short break, trying to look at Chloe's reaction.
"Turns out he knows about my abilities to rewind time," She continued with a doleful tone of voice, but Chloe seized the opportunity as Max took a breath.

"And he tried to blackmail you," She let out, almost as a statement rather than a guess.

Max took her hands away from her knees and placed them on the bed, feeling the soft mattress she was sitting on.
"No, because as it turns out... he can turn back time as well." Max barely had time to finish the sentence before Chloe smacked her down onto the table, sending a scare through Max.

"It has seriously only been a like 5 months since all that shit we went through with Rachel and the bullshit apocalypse! Why the fuck do we need to go through all sorts of possibly life-threatening, bitch-ass drama again?!" Chloe lifted her hand again, only to force it down onto the table once more.
"Tell me that it's done... tell me that you fixed everything when you went back in time. I don't even want to hear what it was or why you had to travel back 3 fucking days, just tell me that you're fine, that I am fine, that everything is just fucking fine!" Chloe sounded substantially aggressive, as the only thing moving was her mouth and her twitching arm.

Max was anything but prepared for Chloe's reaction. All her famous courage seemed to have disappeared in a heartbeat. The story was far from finished, but Max was frightened to let out another word.