Idiots
Max Caulfield was totally insane.
No you aren’t. Said the little voice in the back of her head that had managed to convince her this stupid idea wasn’t the most crazy thing ever. You’re sane, and you’re fine. And Chloe likes you. Which is why you are going to call her, and ask to hang out. Like a normal friend would.
She was very, very tempted to shove the voice in a box reserved for things to never think about again. Like that time she’d swam in the school pool at midnight with Victoria, or that time Kate had looked like she was about to kiss her, or the party-that-shall-not-be-named.
But she couldn’t - because the idea of calling Chloe, and just asking to hang out - no matter how terrifying - was also very appealing.
Because she wanted to hang out with Chloe.
It was that simple.
But she’d have to initiate a hangout - and Chloe had work the rest of this week.
So it had to be her, and it had to be now.
You can do this.
Could she, though?
She pulled her phone out of her pocket - tearing her gaze from her mirror for the first time in minutes at least.
Stared at it.
Come on. You like Chloe. Chloe likes you. You’re friends. It is completely normal and not at all romantic or weird for you to call her, and ask to hang out.
...Completely normal.
It was completely. Normal.
She tapped in Chloe’s number.
And dialed before she had the chance to change her mind.
The second the first brrring touched the air, she was tempted to run firmly in the opposite direction and never think about this again.
But she couldn’t, of course. Because that would just make Chloe think she was crazy.
Brrring.
Brrr-
“Yo, Maxxie - what’s up?”
“...Uhm.” She said, because she was just the worst.
“H-hey Chloe!” Her voice cracked. “I was, uh - since we’re friends and all, and this is your last day before the work week starts - I was thinking, uhm…”
Her voice croaked, and died.
“...You were thinking, uhm? That’s quite the weird thought to have, Max.”
She snorted - nasally, loud and ugly, as usual.
“Uhm - I mean, uh - I was thinkingmaybewecouldhangoutlater?”
Max felt her stomach tie itself into a very tight, very nauseating knot, as she waited.
“Uh… oh! Sorry, just interpolating your word vomit there for a sec. Sure, I’d love to! You free right now?”
Max choked.
And then grinned, wide and stupid and helpless.
“Uh - yeah! So…”
She trailed off, not really sure what to say.
“Soooo I’ll come pick you up right now! I’ve got the shittiest truck - you’ve gotta see it, man.”
Max giggled, a little hysterically.
She was an idiot - a very, very gay idiot - and she couldn’t help but think that maybe, it was a very good thing that she was.