Blue Angel [Amberprice FF]

Max.

A/N: First of all happy new year to everyone and a HUGE thank you bringing this story to 10k views. I also appreciate the feedback on the last chapter a lot and enjoyed every single comment so far. You guys are insane! Left 2k17 with a boom!

Yesterday's events were amazing. And what do I do? Right, being depressed for I don't know what reason. I'm hiding it as well as I can, I don't want Rachel to interrogate. The depressed feeling hit me out of nowhere at the very last lesson of the school day. Now I was driving home, picking up some stuff and then leave again to go to Rachel. Her parents finally have the time to meet me, she said. We'd be eating dinner together and talk about God knows what. It was fine with me, I was actually very interested in how the evening would go. I don't know anything about her parents other than Rachel is the daughter of a DA. Sounds like an asshole already but let's not judge. And if it doesn't go so well, hey, at least I am still dating Rach, right?

The relationship is really good, now that I think about it overall. We talk about our problems, the sex is amazing and I could always fall more for her anytime I see her. Yet, I don't think that I'll let her ask me what's wrong. I don't even have an answer to that and there's no way I'm lying to her by telling it's because of dad or something.

I stomped up to my room, searching for something wearable for tonight. Normally, I don't care about what people think of my style. I'm punk, that's it. But I wanted to look at least decent tonight. People judge you really quick. It's the first impression that counts, and that happens within seconds. I browsed through my closet and found a basic shirt. Should be enough. I decided to wear one of my flannels to it and put on the only pants I have without holes in it. I still wore my combat boots because there is no way I'm going without them. I also let my hair as it is, just brushed it roughly and added some cheap perfume for the smell. I checked myself in the mirror and looked pretty decent. Yup, I can go out like that. I grabbed my car keys and left my room. 

"Chloe?" I heard my mom ask out of the kitchen. "Yes, here." - "Could yo- oh, wow. I almost forgot that you can look like a normal teen. What are your plans? Are you taking Rachel out for dinner?" - "Nope, close to it, though. I'm gonna go over to Rachel and eat dinner with her and her parents. They want to meet me and I don't really want to make a bad first impression." My mom nodded. "So, what was your question?" - "Could you take the trash with you when you go?" - "David isn't here, so no trash here," I murmured, obviously quiet enough for my mom not to hear what I said. "What was that?" - "Nothing, mom. Sure, I can do that." - "Alright, so have fun and tell Rachel I said hi." - "I will, thanks, mom." 

With the trash taken out, I was finally on my way to the Amber's house. I chewed some bubble gum on the way to cover up my breath from the cigarette. And here I was, standing in front of Rachel's house. I don't know why I was so nervous, though. It's not like I haven't been here before or something. I took a deep breath and rang the bell. To my luck, Rachel opened it and gave me a small peck on the lips before letting me in. I was then greeted by a woman. "You must be Chloe, Rachel is talking about you a lot. In a good way of course. I'm Rose. And don't you dare say Mrs. Amber to me, it sounds like I'm 60 or something." I was really caught by surprise when Rose ignored my hand and pulled me into a hug. The first impression is good, I guess? "You two can go up, dinner will be ready in 40 minutes. James should arrive here in 10. I'll let you know when dinner is ready." We simply nodded and I followed Rachel up the stairs to her room.

"Your mom is pretty chill," I stated. "Right? She's such a calm and loveable person. Oh, and the saying that a woman never loses an argument doesn't count for her. She always gives in when she has a discussion with me or dad." I chuckled slightly. "I'd probably give in to you, too, though. I can see that having an argument with you could be the death of someone. You probably would give them the death stare for days!" - "I can't argue on that. It's true." We laughed. I then felt the sudden feeling of not feeling so well. 

"Your smile never faded that quickly. Is everything alright? You've been like this after school, too," she asked me. Fuck. There goes my plan. "Yeah, everything's alright," I assured her. "Bullshit. I can see when people are lying. You're not an expectation." Yeah, everybody lies, no expectations. I know. "It's not that big of an issue, really." - "Then what is it?" Jesus, this girl. "To be honest, I don't know. I was really feeling low out of nowhere after school and the feeling is still there." - "Hmm... any bad grades, maybe? - "Nah, you know I don't give a shit about grades." - "Is it because of your dad?" - "Not really. Haven't had a nightmare in days, so nope." - "Ok, that's good. And I hope it isn't because you forgot to say congrats to Eliot for turning, eh, I don't even know his age." It then hit me out of a sudden. Max's birthday was yesterday. "Oh, please, tell me it's not because of Eliot." - "No, you dork. I don't care about him, and you know it. He's a pain in the ass. But seriously, I actually forgot someone's birthday. Max's birthday." 

My face saddened as I had a flashback of past events. Why do people stop talking to you out of a sudden without giving you any reasons? All I want is to understand why. "You actually told me a bit about her before but tell me how she was and everything," I felt Rachel's arm around me, comforting me.

"We grew up together. Our parents got along well when they moved to Arcadia Bay and we met each other through that. We were fucking inseparable, we wanted to become badass pirates, go treasure hunting and that shit. She was, or is, I don't know, really into photography and wouldn't leave my house until she had at least one photo of the day. My dad taught her everything about cameras. One day, she said she'd move to Seattle. Her dad found a well-paid job there, so they had to move. It was one week after my dad died. I thought 'Hey, not that big of a deal, we're fucking inseparable, fucking best friends forever'. We continued texting for a few days but her texting eventually stopped and nothing helped. Not calling her, no message, nothing. She just bailed on me, all of a sudden. Even her parents wouldn't answer any text that I or mom texted them. So I just stopped trying it. It wasn't worth it, anyway. I then fell into a deep hole of depression. With my dad dead and my not-so-best-friend-forever just leaving me, I couldn't take it anymore. And that's how I became the person I am today." I didn't realize I was crying until I tasted the salt of my tears. Rachel wiped them away with her thumb and held me close.

"Damn, Chloe. That's hard. I had no idea. But the way that you said that this is how you became the person you are today, don't let it sound so negative. You have experienced some hard shit and that's ok. You're perfect just the way you are. Maybe not to everyone, but to me." My crying relaxed, only sobbing from time to time. 

"You know my bullet chain? The two bullets on there are for the two important persons I lost. One for my dad, one for Max. Could you promise me that I won't have to extend it to three bullets?" - "I promise."