Talk to Me (Cavetown)
Max closed the door and sat on her bed. She looked at the mountain of cardboard boxes in front of her and sighed; as happy as she was to finally be at Blackwell, unpacking was going to take forever. But hell, she had her own dorm room! She smiled and moved her gaze away from the boxes, looking around her. She already had a few ideas about how she was going to decorate her place; the wall behind her was craving to be covered in pictures, she had lots of posters in her stuff, and she could already perfectly see her floor covered with her carpet. “Keep calm and carry on” indeed; she had to start taking everything out.
Before that however, she jumped to her phone. She promised herself that as soon as she had a moment, she would send a text to her old friend Chloe, a pirate with whom she used to roam Arcadia Bay when they were kids.
It had been five years already.
Max hoped Chloe wouldn't hold it too much against her for not staying in touch, even though she had every right to be; Max left right after her father's death and stopped contacting her after a mere few texts. She was ashamed of herself. She left her best friend deal with everything fucked up in her life all by herself, without even a call. Her fucking best friend.
“Hi Chloe”
She stopped typing. How was she supposed to act? Being like “Oh I'm sorry for being an ass, let's meet again”?
She looked back at her screen.
“Shit!”
Her finger must've slipped, and the “Hi Chloe” had been sent without any context. She quickly fumbled with her phone, trying to quickly explain her situation without sounding too lame. Better get straight to the point.
“I'm back in Arcadia Bay, I got accepted into Blackwell. I'd like to see you again, if that's ok with you. I've been a total ass”
She turned off her phone and put it down, let out a long sigh, and got up. She had to start unpacking.
“Looking good!” said Max while looking around her. Now this really felt like home, with all of her stuff in every corner. She took out her camera, smiled at the shutter, and pressed the button. A flash filled the room, followed by a small buzzing sound. Max took the photo, shook it a few times, and looked at it. There she was, with her newly decorated room right behind her.
She walked to her bed and pinned the picture above it.
“The Max Caulfield Memorial Wall: Origins” she smirked.
She then remembered her phone, and the text she sent to Chloe a few hour earlier. Now that she was finally contacting her again, the last thing she wanted was for Chloe to wait for her answer. Max turned her phone back on, and waited a bit for it to connect to the network.
After a few seconds, Max frowed.
“No text..?”
Now that was odd. Maybe Chloe hadn't seen the messages yet, but if she did, then... Then she willingly ignored Max.
“It's only been a few hours, calm down Max. Chill out. We'll see tomorrow”.
“Now it's starting to get interesting” said Max while looking at her wall. Today was her first day of school, and she took plenty of pictures for the occasion. As soon as she got back to her room, she had pinned everything. It still covered only a small portion of the wall, but it'd be a waste for the Memorial to only cover her first day; there were plenty to come.
The day had been less than average, Max had to admit. She met her new class/doormates,and even though most of them seemed nice, she had to say that she was disappointed in Blackwell when it came to how it handled its students, especially the wealthiest ones.
Victoria Chase, as Max did, came from Seattle to Arcadia Bay for Ms Walker, their well known photography teacher. Max heard about the Chase family back in the big city. Not that much, but she at least knew for a fact that they were pretty well off, especially since an art gallery wore their name...
Victoria occupied the room right in front of Max's, and she wasn't sure how she felt about that. During the day, Victoria seemed to act like she was some kind of queen, and surprisingly none of the teachers proved her wrong. She dressed in expansive clothes, and seemed to be judging everyone else on their appearance. Needless to say that when she saw Max, she looked down on her, smirked and moved on to someone else.
And there was also Nathan Prescott, son of the wealthiest family in Arcadia Bay. Even richer than Victoria, he cared even less about anything respect related. From what Max saw, he was just an ass. The biggest ass in the Bay. He seemed sketchy as fuck.
But Max's thoughts weren't preoccupied by her new acquaintances; right now, her attention was focused on her still silent phone.
She gazed at it.
She had received a few texts from her parents during the day, but nothing from Chloe. Trying not to worry, she still couldn't help imagining the worst things, from Chloe not knowing how to answer, to her deliberately not answering because she was still resentful and didn't want anything to do with her. Or maybe something worse. Last time she received any news was 4 years earlier when Chloe tried to contact her and she didn't write back. Anything could've happened in 4 years.
Gosh why had she been so stupid? Chloe was her best friend and she treated her like shit when she sould have helped her cope with her life. And only now she realized that. After five years...
Max fought back her guilt. She didn't want to obtrude if her presence wasn't wanted, but she had to know. If the next day she still hadn't received anything, she would go to Chloe's house.