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Chloe's POV
After slipping on some brutally distressed black skinny jeans and one of my favorite gray tanks that said "EAT DIRT," I lit a vanilla scented candle in my room in order to mask the smell of the grass. I grabbed my phone which had a blue squishy phone case on it and padded downstairs in my black and white striped socks. Mom and the dicktator had already left for their jobs, leaving Max and I alone in the house together. Alone. Just the two of us. Max and I in a deserted house. I shook my head and fought the urge to slap myself in the face. "Snap out of it, Price..." I said quietly to myself. "Not like Max is just gonna let you make a move on her. Besides, she'd probably just mistake it as this deep fucking friendship thing we've always had going on. Nothing is going to happen."
Yeah. Deep fucking friendship... and that's all it would ever be. She'd get married someday, most likely to some geek type just like her, Warren maybe, and she'd forget all about me as I sit alone drunk as fuck in some mold infested mobile home. She'd have a kid or two and I'd be Aunt Chloe instead of mom #2. She'd invite me over to their birthday parties and we'd each have a glass of wine as I listened to her chat about her family and husband. Her life would be completely devoid of me. I'd never feel her lips on mine and I sure as hell would never feel her skin rub up against mine as late nights turned into enchanting moments spent alone together.
After setting my cellphone down on the coffee table, I plopped down on our ancient tan colored sofa and switched on the TV to the new shitty Cartoon Network, waiting for Max to get done with whatever the hell she was up to. Perhaps she left...
Man, I had to take a piss.
Groaning, I got up and padded back up the stairs quickly with the intention of NOT pissing myself. I had just reached the bathroom and flung open the door when I saw Max standing before me, startled. She was naked, having dropped the white fluffy towel that she had been drying herself off with. We stared at each other for a moment, in complete and utter shock. Her large azure blue eyes resembled those of a doe's in an oncoming vehicle's headlights. Without even realizing it, my eyes tried to dart anywhere but her body, but they just couldn't. My gaze ended up aimed at her breasts which were squished together by her arms as she held them over her body, as she clumsily tried to cover herself up. Max suddenly noticed where my eyes had been and let out a little gasp and flung the first thing she could get her hands on at me. It just so happened to be a full can of hairspray. "G-get out!" she shrieked in terror. The can hit me directly in the nose and I let out a tiny "Oof!" before tumbling back out into the hallway. Max slammed the door shut behind me. I didn't have to pee anymore.
I reached my hand up to my nose in an attempt to make sure it wasn't broken. Nope, the damn thing was still intact, thankfully, except something was off. My left nostril felt wet and I suddenly smelled the scent of copper. My fingers grazed my left nostril gently and I lifted my hand up to examine it. Blood, just as I had thought. Okay, you've seen enough of Max's animes to know that this was definitely not because of the can of hairspray. The thought made me chuckle to myself for a brief moment before the humor of it completely drained itself. My face grew hot and my heart felt as if it had stopped beating.
