anyway, sorry for being such a fucking boring, depressed bitch lately sad chloe is sad again!!! god no wonder people don't wanna hang out with me, you're like a real champ for putting up with all this shit, did you know that?
[Max has absolutely no idea what's going on until Chloe makes the shaka brah reference. Apparently she's the butt of some overly-elaborate gif-powered joke. And that's fine, cool - the good kind of shit Chloe sends her sometimes.
So she hits video with a grin, ready to defend her awesome reputation.]
Mention of the rave has Max turning red. Her brow furrows as she stares at the messages popping up on her screen, mouth falling more and more open by the second.
And then the emojis.]
...Unh?
[Her soft whimper of confusion sounds way, way too fucking inappropriate in this moment.
...Or maybe way too appropriate.
Her shade of red doubles as she sputters well-structured objections at the screen.]
The gears are slowly, slowly turning in her head, shaking off the clog of random noise coming from everywhere.
Aaaa-]
Chloe.
[The word pops out of her unceremoniously, but it seems to knock her out of her stunned state at least. She shakes her hear the tiniest bit as though to clear it.]
I mean, I- You-. You. You're not a, a burden, you know, because... because we're best friends and. You know. I love. I love you. So.
[She shifts very uncomfortably in her seat.]
And yeah, the rave was, yeah. It was. Wowser. But.
[It was wowser? It was fucking wowser??
Kill her. Please.]
But it's not. Unh. [God there's that shaky little whimper again! What the fuck is going on!?] I know it's it's it's nnnnot like Wonderland. I know we were both. Aaah?
[Both what??]
Kinda... like. Turned on? I mean, not like kinda, because... I mean, not like turned on, I just meant- uh. In. In the moment! Yeah. That's what I meant. We were both turned on!
[Fuck her life so hard right now!]
We were both in the moment! But that, you know, that's amazing but it's more important to me that we're friends, and I- and you're not a burden. At all. I love, just super, super love taking care of you.
[She's practically hyperventilating at this point, and so so so red, and she's staring at the screen like she's afraid it will come alive and eat her. Actually she might be okay with that if only to end this conversation right now.]
[ The feed flips on and it's... definitely Chloe? Should be Chloe? Only she looks a lot more relaxed than she has all month. She looks happy — amused, even, if the smile on her face is anything to go by. She's watching Max stutter over her words and around 'we were both turned on' she starts to actually chuckle, trying to hide it behind her hand.
She's also, uh, not wearing as much as she probably should be. A hoodie and a bra, sure, but there's no tanktop to hide anything and the hoodie is far from zipped. If it were really her, she would have absolutely gotten dressed before answering this. Jesus. ]
Turned on definitely sounds better. You're hella cute when you're flustered, have I ever told you that?
[ She bites her lip, leaning in towards the camera a little more. Which she should not be doing, Chloe you're not dressed enough for leaning. ]
I love taking care of you too, y'know. That's kinda what we were doing then, right? Taking care of each other.
[ She smiles a little, giving a wink. ]
I think that you should take care of me like that more often. Maybe it'll help keep me from getting stuck in my fucking head so much. Can't overthink when you're too — uh, "in the moment", right?
It's not like Max hasn't seen Chloe casually in her underwear before. In fact "see" isn't even close to everything they've done, but this... This deliberate partial undress? This leaning forward? This fucking biting of the lip?!?
Max, wide-eyed and scarlet, sits completely still, looking so much like a frightened animal staring at its approaching doom. Like she's too scared to even back away as Chloe leans in.
...If she were thinking clearly, if she weren't completely thrown in this moment, she would know insantly that this isn't the real Chloe. The clean sounding voice. The sudden willingness to flirt all-in. The clothes.
But unfortunately for her she's functioning at a fifth of her normal intelligence.]
...You're uhhh. [Wow her voice sure is raspy all of a sudden. She clears her throat and gulps hard, otherwise remaining very still.] You're saying that you... want to... to...?
[She seems to be stuck on that word. Like her entire vocabulary is suddenly composed of two letter preopositions.
[ She's laughing again, but at least it doesn't sound cruel. Just... incredibly in love somehow. She licks her lips before giving a nod, toying with the strings of her hoodie as she talks. ]
Yeah, Max. I... definitely want to. I dunno why I've let all this bullshit get in the way of that so far.
[ She tilts her head slightly, and for a second looks a little concerned. It's the first time this version of Chloe has apparently thought about whether or not she might get turned down rather than on. ]
[ And when it comes back on, Chloe is definitely dressed like she usually is, and looking at the feed with confusion because her Fluid said she had a message but she uh. Doesn't remember a conversation with Max that would warrant... this...??? ]
[She-...? She what? Chloe can't just... cut off the video there. Can she? The feed flickers off and Max frowns at the black screen for a moment before it comes back on, to a very different scene.
...Eh?]
Uhhh...
[She shifts in her seat. This has all been very confusing. Very unnerving and unexpected.]
About-... about us? About everything you just said?
[Wait, wait. Wait. Is she getting ahead of herself again? She finds herself glancing down, tucking her hair behind her ear. Backtrack. Her voice is softer now, less confused but just as hesitant.]
If you meant in a casual... not really emotional sort of way, then I dunno if I-...
[You can practically hear her brain protesting the background. Working to figure things out. Why the sudden change of clothes? The change in demeanor? Was that...?]
If I can be... just casual while doing something so... so...
[Max looks back up at the camera. Staring, mouth slightly open, brow furrowed.
[ Except the confusion is quickly replaced by a dawning realization, because this isn't Chloe's first time getting hacked. The way that she phrases it all, "while doing something so..."
Oh God.
Oh fuck.
It hits Chloe fairly quickly what probably just happened here and she's trying to look through the feed to figure out what the fuck she's missed, and God dammit this wasn't just a one time video, the thing somehow pretended to be her the whole time, and Max had — Max had said yes to —
Her face is turning brick red in seconds, eyes a little wider than usual, and she forgets how words are supposed to form for a moment. A very tense moment, likely, before all her words seem to come tumbling out at once. ]
Max, I am so fucking sorry, this — the town — I wasn't — I-I'm not saying that I wouldn't say all of that, or that we — uh — Fuck. Fuck. Fucking — there's no way to say this without sounding like a total asshole.
Max, that wasn't me. I don't know how to explain it, the same thing happened wiiiiiiiiiiith — [ The word gets stretched out because she realizes she was about to say with Keith and then would have to maybe explain what the hell was said and no fucking way was she going there. ] - other people and I don't know how it looks like me and talks like me but it keeps making these stupid videos where I say stuff that like maybe I kinda think sometimes but I definitely wouldn't ever say in some stupid video instead of in person and for the fucking record, I would literally die again before using emojis to say I wanted to go down on you and I would absolutely be a hundred percent dressed before ever talking about the possibility of us being a — a... Uuuhhh...
[ Wow, that was literally the worst way she could have said any of that. It almost seems like her video feed might have frozen with how still she goes. ]
... It was wowser?
[ That's what you're gonna focus on now??? Really, Chloe??? ]
She stares at Chloe, barely registering the fact that she's come to the same conclusion as Max. Because either this was some elaborate, cruel prank by Chloe... or because it was faked. By someone. Or something. And the signs are all there, the conversation replaying in her head in a wild blur - the too-clear voice, the fact that Chloe was talking at all, how casual it all was. How abrupt.
God. Dammit.
Max groans, long and pained. Her head falls forward until all Chloe can see is her hair, accompanied by the thump of her forehead banging against a table.
How is it possible that Max can lose all of her dignity in a single conversation? That's quite a feat for a random Tuesday night! It didn't take much effort at all!
And the worst part - because somehow the shame isn't the worst part - is that she let herself get all hopeful again, and now the real Chloe is here to tell her Hey! Surprise!
This kind of bullshit is exactly why she's been trying so hard to purge all this romantic shit from her system. It doesn't work that way anymore! Idiot!
There's several more soft thumps as Max repeatedly (but gently) whacks her head on the table.
She isn't listening. Or at least she's not understanding half of what Chloe says. But she gets where she's coming from, really. There's no good way to salvage this. No way to backpedal out that doesn't leave Max hanging out to dry.
...It still hurts, though...
Chloe's final comment is answered with another long groan. It's almost possible to see steam from her head given how much her face is burning in embarrassment right now. She mumbles from out of view.]
...I'm gonna lock myself in my room. See you next year.
[But she doesn't hang up at least. Maybe it's because she can't even find the will to look up and end the feed.]
[ She feels like a dick. She didn't even actually do a thing and she still feels like she should have been able to stop all this from happening. She rubs her face as she watches Max sink down, hears, the thuds and her groan off-camera. God, why was this town trying to destroy everything she had here?
She purses her lips for a second under her hands, before letting them drop and clearing her throat slightly. Maybe it'll get rid of the rasp in her voice, but she doubts it. It hasn't worked so far. ]
Sorry. Probably not the best time to tease. My bad.
[ She shifts a little awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck, trying to figure out what she's supposed to say or do or how to keep quiet because Jesus, she keeps saying the wrong thing with all of this.
So when she finally tries to talk again, her voice is quiet, gentle even, and definitely a little embarrassed on her own end. ]
Look, I'm not... good at this shit. Maybe this place is trying to force me to get better about it, I dunno, but I — Everything that fake me said, it wasn't... All a lie, okay? [ Her face is still pink and it's not gonna get away from that shade any time soon, the more she talks. ] I really did like the uh - the rave and - and being... Y'know... C-Close and whatever. [ Close and whatever??? God, why is she like this. ] And I do appreciate how much you've been taking care of me. Especially lately, when - when you probably really need someone who can take care of you, too. And I haven't been. I haven't —
[ She sighs, letting her head hang back for a second, talking to her ceiling apparently being easier than looking at the feed. ]
You - you know this last month, as fucked up as it's all been, is the first time I've felt like things were the way they used to be with us in a long time. It felt like being home again. Not the crazy fucking reunion we had, but pre-Seattle, y'know? Back when things weren't so... fucked up. Remember how we could just sit in my room and do literally nothing for hours but it was totally fine because we were just with each other? I loved that. I loved us. I — [ Loved her.
Chloe could see that now, how much Max had meant to her, how she'd convinced herself they were just best friends, but even at fourteen, she'd crushed hard. Watching the way they were with each other when the circus tents had shown her memories to Ashe and Newt had made her see just how much she'd loved Max then. How much she still did, really, somewhere inside of herself. Some part she's cut off access to and wants desperately to get back. ]
I don't think I realized how much I missed that. Somewhere along the way, I forgot how to be that way with you. I want it back. And it's the first time it's felt like maybe it was possible in... a long time.
[ She looked back at the feed again, offering her a sort of apologetic smile if she'd actually managed to look up again. ]
The only reason I don't go all "horny on main" at you like that body snatcher bitch earlier is because you deserve better than that. It's not that I... That I don't want that shit, but you're right. You can't be casual, and I ... I can't commit. Especially not before I figure out how to be your best friend again. I get that it doesn't make any of this less shitty, but I — I dunno. [ She sighs, shrugging. ] I don't want you to think that this place was just using your feelings against you, I guess.
[ There's a beat and she tries not to look at least a little amused, because Chloe can't end a serious speech like that without something a little lighthearted. ]
Cause I mean, I really do think you're cute when you're flustered. So clearly not all of it was bullshit.
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text 1/? idk i'm sorry (hacked)
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Date: 2019-09-18 02:26 am (UTC)sad chloe is sad again!!!
god no wonder people don't wanna hang out with me, you're like
a real champ for putting up with all this shit, did you know that?
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Date: 2019-09-18 02:27 am (UTC)was it at the rave?
cause that shit was tight
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Date: 2019-09-18 02:29 am (UTC)🌮💦👅
DONE i lied about the video, i'm sorry, it'll come eventually
Date: 2019-09-18 02:31 am (UTC)i've been wondering for a while
1/4 here have a video from me lol
Date: 2019-09-18 04:00 am (UTC)So she hits video with a grin, ready to defend her awesome reputation.]
Hey, I bet I've got better thrasher mov-
2/4
Date: 2019-09-18 04:02 am (UTC)The moment the message pops up on her phone her expression shifts, grin gone in a split second, replaced by confused concern.]
...Chloe...
3/5 i lied
Date: 2019-09-18 04:12 am (UTC)...
.....
What?
Mention of the rave has Max turning red. Her brow furrows as she stares at the messages popping up on her screen, mouth falling more and more open by the second.
And then the emojis.]
...Unh?
[Her soft whimper of confusion sounds way, way too fucking inappropriate in this moment.
...Or maybe way too appropriate.
Her shade of red doubles as she sputters well-structured objections at the screen.]
Th-? Ah? I-?
4/5 i hit reply on the wrong thing hut im mobile so screw it lol
Date: 2019-09-18 04:16 am (UTC)Aaaaa.
That is literally Max's only thought right now.
Aaa.
Did they-?
Did they?
Max actually cannot remember in this moment.
So she just stares at the screen.
Aaa.]
5/5 well this has been an experience ty
Date: 2019-09-18 04:28 am (UTC)The gears are slowly, slowly turning in her head, shaking off the clog of random noise coming from everywhere.
Aaaa-]
Chloe.
[The word pops out of her unceremoniously, but it seems to knock her out of her stunned state at least. She shakes her hear the tiniest bit as though to clear it.]
I mean, I- You-. You. You're not a, a burden, you know, because... because we're best friends and. You know. I love. I love you. So.
[She shifts very uncomfortably in her seat.]
And yeah, the rave was, yeah. It was. Wowser. But.
[It was wowser? It was fucking wowser??
Kill her. Please.]
But it's not. Unh. [God there's that shaky little whimper again! What the fuck is going on!?] I know it's it's it's nnnnot like Wonderland. I know we were both. Aaah?
[Both what??]
Kinda... like. Turned on? I mean, not like kinda, because... I mean, not like turned on, I just meant- uh. In. In the moment! Yeah. That's what I meant. We were both turned on!
[Fuck her life so hard right now!]
We were both in the moment! But that, you know, that's amazing but it's more important to me that we're friends, and I- and you're not a burden. At all. I love, just super, super love taking care of you.
[She's practically hyperventilating at this point, and so so so red, and she's staring at the screen like she's afraid it will come alive and eat her. Actually she might be okay with that if only to end this conversation right now.]
video; (hacked)
Date: 2019-09-18 04:43 am (UTC)She's also, uh, not wearing as much as she probably should be. A hoodie and a bra, sure, but there's no tanktop to hide anything and the hoodie is far from zipped. If it were really her, she would have absolutely gotten dressed before answering this. Jesus. ]
Turned on definitely sounds better. You're hella cute when you're flustered, have I ever told you that?
[ She bites her lip, leaning in towards the camera a little more. Which she should not be doing, Chloe you're not dressed enough for leaning. ]
I love taking care of you too, y'know. That's kinda what we were doing then, right? Taking care of each other.
[ She smiles a little, giving a wink. ]
I think that you should take care of me like that more often. Maybe it'll help keep me from getting stuck in my fucking head so much. Can't overthink when you're too — uh, "in the moment", right?
Oh no
Date: 2019-09-18 04:55 am (UTC)It's not like Max hasn't seen Chloe casually in her underwear before. In fact "see" isn't even close to everything they've done, but this... This deliberate partial undress? This leaning forward? This fucking biting of the lip?!?
Max, wide-eyed and scarlet, sits completely still, looking so much like a frightened animal staring at its approaching doom. Like she's too scared to even back away as Chloe leans in.
...If she were thinking clearly, if she weren't completely thrown in this moment, she would know insantly that this isn't the real Chloe. The clean sounding voice. The sudden willingness to flirt all-in. The clothes.
But unfortunately for her she's functioning at a fifth of her normal intelligence.]
...You're uhhh. [Wow her voice sure is raspy all of a sudden. She clears her throat and gulps hard, otherwise remaining very still.] You're saying that you... want to... to...?
[She seems to be stuck on that word. Like her entire vocabulary is suddenly composed of two letter preopositions.
Maybe she needs help finishing the sentence.]
STILL HACKED
Date: 2019-09-18 05:04 am (UTC)Yeah, Max. I... definitely want to. I dunno why I've let all this bullshit get in the way of that so far.
[ She tilts her head slightly, and for a second looks a little concerned. It's the first time this version of Chloe has apparently thought about whether or not she might get turned down rather than on. ]
Don't you want to?
God
Date: 2019-09-18 05:15 am (UTC)Max shakes her head again, trying to get a hold of her spinning emotions. She looks away. It takes a bit of effort to do that, but she manages.]
...Of course. Of course I want to, and not because of... of how it feels or anything. I mean, it feels really good, but it's because, because I-...
[She looks back with a frown, still red but slowly coming to a better hold of herself. And doing very well at looking Chloe in the eye.]
Because I'm so... you know.
[She smiles. Sincere and spontaneous and a hundred percent in love. It's quickly there and then gone in a few moments.]
But it's so complicated. Isn't it? Are you... sure you've thought about this?
1/2 (hacked)
Date: 2019-09-18 05:23 am (UTC)[ She cuts off like she hears something, there's a pause as she puts a hand up to signal Max to wait, and then the feed flickers off for a second. ]
2/2 NOT HACKED
Date: 2019-09-18 05:24 am (UTC)Thought about what, dude?
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Date: 2019-09-18 08:34 am (UTC)...Eh?]
Uhhh...
[She shifts in her seat. This has all been very confusing. Very unnerving and unexpected.]
About-... about us? About everything you just said?
[Wait, wait. Wait. Is she getting ahead of herself again? She finds herself glancing down, tucking her hair behind her ear. Backtrack. Her voice is softer now, less confused but just as hesitant.]
If you meant in a casual... not really emotional sort of way, then I dunno if I-...
[You can practically hear her brain protesting the background. Working to figure things out. Why the sudden change of clothes? The change in demeanor? Was that...?]
If I can be... just casual while doing something so... so...
[Max looks back up at the camera. Staring, mouth slightly open, brow furrowed.
Oh no.]
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Date: 2019-09-19 03:14 am (UTC)[ Except the confusion is quickly replaced by a dawning realization, because this isn't Chloe's first time getting hacked. The way that she phrases it all, "while doing something so..."
Oh God.
Oh fuck.
It hits Chloe fairly quickly what probably just happened here and she's trying to look through the feed to figure out what the fuck she's missed, and God dammit this wasn't just a one time video, the thing somehow pretended to be her the whole time, and Max had — Max had said yes to —
Her face is turning brick red in seconds, eyes a little wider than usual, and she forgets how words are supposed to form for a moment. A very tense moment, likely, before all her words seem to come tumbling out at once. ]
Max, I am so fucking sorry, this — the town — I wasn't — I-I'm not saying that I wouldn't say all of that, or that we — uh — Fuck. Fuck. Fucking — there's no way to say this without sounding like a total asshole.
Max, that wasn't me. I don't know how to explain it, the same thing happened wiiiiiiiiiiith — [ The word gets stretched out because she realizes she was about to say with Keith and then would have to maybe explain what the hell was said and no fucking way was she going there. ] - other people and I don't know how it looks like me and talks like me but it keeps making these stupid videos where I say stuff that like maybe I kinda think sometimes but I definitely wouldn't ever say in some stupid video instead of in person and for the fucking record, I would literally die again before using emojis to say I wanted to go down on you and I would absolutely be a hundred percent dressed before ever talking about the possibility of us being a — a... Uuuhhh...
[ Wow, that was literally the worst way she could have said any of that. It almost seems like her video feed might have frozen with how still she goes. ]
... It was wowser?
[ That's what you're gonna focus on now??? Really, Chloe??? ]
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Date: 2019-09-19 03:49 am (UTC)She stares at Chloe, barely registering the fact that she's come to the same conclusion as Max. Because either this was some elaborate, cruel prank by Chloe... or because it was faked. By someone. Or something. And the signs are all there, the conversation replaying in her head in a wild blur - the too-clear voice, the fact that Chloe was talking at all, how casual it all was. How abrupt.
God. Dammit.
Max groans, long and pained. Her head falls forward until all Chloe can see is her hair, accompanied by the thump of her forehead banging against a table.
How is it possible that Max can lose all of her dignity in a single conversation? That's quite a feat for a random Tuesday night! It didn't take much effort at all!
And the worst part - because somehow the shame isn't the worst part - is that she let herself get all hopeful again, and now the real Chloe is here to tell her Hey! Surprise!
This kind of bullshit is exactly why she's been trying so hard to purge all this romantic shit from her system. It doesn't work that way anymore! Idiot!
There's several more soft thumps as Max repeatedly (but gently) whacks her head on the table.
She isn't listening. Or at least she's not understanding half of what Chloe says. But she gets where she's coming from, really. There's no good way to salvage this. No way to backpedal out that doesn't leave Max hanging out to dry.
...It still hurts, though...
Chloe's final comment is answered with another long groan. It's almost possible to see steam from her head given how much her face is burning in embarrassment right now. She mumbles from out of view.]
...I'm gonna lock myself in my room. See you next year.
[But she doesn't hang up at least. Maybe it's because she can't even find the will to look up and end the feed.]
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Date: 2019-09-19 04:24 am (UTC)She purses her lips for a second under her hands, before letting them drop and clearing her throat slightly. Maybe it'll get rid of the rasp in her voice, but she doubts it. It hasn't worked so far. ]
Sorry. Probably not the best time to tease. My bad.
[ She shifts a little awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck, trying to figure out what she's supposed to say or do or how to keep quiet because Jesus, she keeps saying the wrong thing with all of this.
So when she finally tries to talk again, her voice is quiet, gentle even, and definitely a little embarrassed on her own end. ]
Look, I'm not... good at this shit. Maybe this place is trying to force me to get better about it, I dunno, but I — Everything that fake me said, it wasn't... All a lie, okay? [ Her face is still pink and it's not gonna get away from that shade any time soon, the more she talks. ] I really did like the uh - the rave and - and being... Y'know... C-Close and whatever. [ Close and whatever??? God, why is she like this. ] And I do appreciate how much you've been taking care of me. Especially lately, when - when you probably really need someone who can take care of you, too. And I haven't been. I haven't —
[ She sighs, letting her head hang back for a second, talking to her ceiling apparently being easier than looking at the feed. ]
You - you know this last month, as fucked up as it's all been, is the first time I've felt like things were the way they used to be with us in a long time. It felt like being home again. Not the crazy fucking reunion we had, but pre-Seattle, y'know? Back when things weren't so... fucked up. Remember how we could just sit in my room and do literally nothing for hours but it was totally fine because we were just with each other? I loved that. I loved us. I — [ Loved her.
Chloe could see that now, how much Max had meant to her, how she'd convinced herself they were just best friends, but even at fourteen, she'd crushed hard. Watching the way they were with each other when the circus tents had shown her memories to Ashe and Newt had made her see just how much she'd loved Max then. How much she still did, really, somewhere inside of herself. Some part she's cut off access to and wants desperately to get back. ]
I don't think I realized how much I missed that. Somewhere along the way, I forgot how to be that way with you. I want it back. And it's the first time it's felt like maybe it was possible in... a long time.
[ She looked back at the feed again, offering her a sort of apologetic smile if she'd actually managed to look up again. ]
The only reason I don't go all "horny on main" at you like that body snatcher bitch earlier is because you deserve better than that. It's not that I... That I don't want that shit, but you're right. You can't be casual, and I ... I can't commit. Especially not before I figure out how to be your best friend again. I get that it doesn't make any of this less shitty, but I — I dunno. [ She sighs, shrugging. ] I don't want you to think that this place was just using your feelings against you, I guess.
[ There's a beat and she tries not to look at least a little amused, because Chloe can't end a serious speech like that without something a little lighthearted. ]
Cause I mean, I really do think you're cute when you're flustered. So clearly not all of it was bullshit.
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