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Max'sPOV
"Aye aye, captain." I replied in agreement with a tiny salute for added spunk. Chloe rolled her eyes before standing up and heading over to her weed stash and lighting a pre-rolled blunt with a lighter that must've been as junky as the dump we were supposedly heading over to soon. "Oooh, she's gettin' sassy with the Sass Queen, ain't she?" I took a bow and winked. "Just practicing for when I inherit the throne, that's all." I responded. The blue haired angel standing before me puffed a cloud of reeking smoke which billowed around her wondrously. "Nobody just inherits this bitch's throne, Maxie babe." She chuckled to herself and blew out a cloud of smoke in my face. I would've found it to be rude if it weren't for this angsty crush on my best friend. There was that term again..."best friend." It was beginning to be a term in which aggravated my usually sluggish temper.
I coughed and waved my hand in front of my face, trying to fan the air in front of me. It was no use, there was already an opaque haze building up in the room. "Of course, your highness." I said. Deciding to flee the beautiful druggie's palace, I scooped up my camera and messenger bag from where they sat lazily. Before opening the door to execute my escape, I turned back to Chloe who was already as high as a kite on the world's longest piece of string. "Be back in a few, m'lady." I told her. She nodded slowly, obviously not comprehending my words, for as I said before, she was blazed off her ass.
I left the room and shut the door quietly as not to wake any other possibly sleeping residents of the household. Quickly, I crept over to the bathroom where I would take a much needed shower. Closing the bathroom door, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror above the sink. My face was still infested with the color pink. "Ugh..." I groaned. Am I really that susceptible to Chloe? Shit, have I always been? I shook my head, trying to convince myself that I wasn't as sappy as I felt. Of course, I was lying to myself.
Chloe'sPOV
I could've wrapped myself up in any other fucking hoodie in the room. Hell, I have my favorite blazer for Pete's sake. Max's just seemed...better for some reason.
I took another hit of my blunt that was already becoming short and held in the smoke for a moment or two before exhaling it through my nose. That shit burned, but being the freak I am, I liked the feeling of it. This wake and bake wasn't as satisfying as I had originally hoped it would be. Putting out my blunt, I sighed and scratched the back of my head for no apparent reason. Last night had been an utter blast...it was as if Max and I had been thirteen years old again and dancing around like absolute drunks. Well, Max's dance moves had always been better than mine, in my humble opinion, and if we were thirteen, I highly fucking doubt we'd be listening to Arctic Monkeys. Instead, it most likely would've been shitty Top 40. Thank God neither of us were into that horse crap anymore.
I looked over at the scattered blankets Max had been covered in hours previously. I imagined what she must've looked like all snuggled up and warm, snoring softly and breathing deeply beside me. How could I have let myself miss out on that? Exhaustion, that's how. Shit, Chloe. After all these years she's still your one and only. She just doesn't know it yet. Yeah, sure. That was a laugh. She'd never know, I wouldn't let her. She'd only get hurt just like I had, but much, much worse. I could never that that happen to her. Not Maxine Caufield.
