We're All In This Together - Chris Chambers Fan Fiction

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Once everything was settled, everyone left the tree house to start packing. Max was beyond excited, she had finally made some friends, good ones too, and she was going on an adventure, with no supervision and no rules. 

The whole way home, she thought about Chris. About how beautiful his ocean blue eyes were, how adorable it was when he laughed, and just how gorgeous his face and body was in general. She could feel her cheeks getting hot again. How could she feel this way over some boy she just met? But something about him made her feel so unbelievably attracted to him, it could've been the way that cigarette hung from his mouth, the way his eyebrows were always furrowed which gave him a nice smolder. She didn't know, and she didn't mind.

  When Max reached her house, she walked up the front steps and into the door, and her mother was sitting at the table drinking a coffee.

"Mom? I thought you were at work?" Max asked, confused.

"I am, I just thought I'd come home on my lunch break," her mother replied. 

"Oh," Max said as she walked to the fridge to grab an apple. Her mother got up from the table and started rinsing her now empty coffee cup in the sink.

"Did you find anything interesting in town?" She asked.

"Oh uh, no. But I made a friend, yeah, she asked if I wanted to sleep at her house tonight then go shopping all day tomorrow," Max answered, biting into her apple.

"Oh that's great! Sure you can stay over, What's her name?" her mother said, clearly filled with joy that her daughter finally found a friend.

"Shit, didn't think of this,"  Max thought, "Uh, Betty, Betty.. Cooper." Her mother looked at her for a second and Max gave a weak smile.

"Okay Maxine, you can go. But make sure you say your pleases and thank yous and bring your toothbrush," she ordered.

"Yeah yeah, I know. Hey, do we have a sleeping bag?" Max asked. 

"I don't think so, I left all that kind of stuff back in California. You'll just have to ask for an extra blanket and pillow," Her mother replied, "Well I better get back to work, you have fun okay?" she said kissing Max's forehead.

"Okay, I'll see ya," she said. Her mother gave her a smile and left out the front door.

"Well shit, I have no fucking sleeping bag. what do I do? Sleep on the dirt?" Max said out loud. She threw out her apple core, and went to her room. She decided on wearing high waisted bluejeans, a rainbow tie-dye tank top and a red Adidas sweater when it got cold at night. She then filled up a canteen she found, put back on her converse, and started walking towards the train tracks. 

She was maybe about half way there when she spotted Gordie in front of her with a Yankees baseball cap on. She ran up ahead and stopped beside him.

"Hey Gordie!" Gordie turned to see who was talking then smiled.

"Oh, hey Max! You all packed up? Where's your sleeping bag?" He asked.

"I uh, I don't have one. My mom said she left them back in California," Max replied with her head looking down at her feet.

"That sucks, you can use mine if you want to," Gordie offered. Max looked up at him and shook her head.

"No no, you use it, I brought my sweater so I don't get cold," she said.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm totally fine,"

"Okay, but Chris will be totally pissed," Gordie muttered.

"What?" Max asked confused and shocked, "Why would he be mad?"

"He's got the hots for you Max, he couldn't shut up about how amazing you were the whole way back home," Gordie said casually.

"The hots? For me? No way!" Max exclaimed. 

"He does too! Now shut up, here he comes," Gordie whispered as a truck came by.

"Right here's cool!" Chris was getting a ride on the back of someone's truck, and when he saw us he stopped to get off. 

"Thanks a lot!" Chris said to the driver, "Hey Gordie, hey Max."

"Hey Chris," Gordie replied.

"H-hi," Max stuttered.

"You guys wanna see something?" Chris asked with a smile.

"Sure," Gordie and Max said at the same time. 

"Okay, come on," Chris said running towards the back of a restaurant.

"What is it? Come on man, what is it?" Gordie asked getting impatient.

"What is it Chris?" Max added. Suddenly, Chris reached into his sleeping bag and what he pulled out Max couldn't believe. He had pulled out a shiny, silver gun. 

"You wanna be the Lone Ranger or the Cisco-Kid?" Chris asked holding out the gun. 

"Walking, talking, Jesus!" Gordie exclaimed, taking the gun from Chris.

"Holy shit, where'd ya find this?!" Max asked, still in awe. 

"Got it from my old man's bureau, it's a 45," Chris replied.

"I can see that," Gordie snapped back, then pretended to shoot by making a noise with his mouth. "Ya got shells for it?"

"Yeah, I took all that was left in the box, my dad will think he used them himself shooting at beer cans while he was drunk," Chris said. 

"Is it loaded?" Max asked.

"Hell no! Who do you think I am?" Chris replied. Gordie then clicked the back and pulled the trigger.

*BANG!*