After spending five years away from Arcadia Bay, Max realizes she must return and see her best friend, Chloe, again. However, things don't go as smoothly as Max thinks it will. Chloe is still hurting. Will Max and Chloe emerge past this? Friendship, discovery, hurt, and romance ensue as they try to figure out how they feel about each other.

Max's POV. Rated T at the moment but may change to M depending on where the story goes.

Will be updated regularly.

Thank you! Enjoy.

Pale blue curtains flowing from Max's open window. The draft coming in had a cool, misty air to it. As Max was lying down still asleep, the wind surrounding her gave her fuzzy feelings and cozy warmth. Under her thin blanket, she was deep in snooze casually changing from side to side. Sleeping with a heavy heart didn't feel good. It's like she was sleeping, yes, but something inside her was still awake. Eating her up in her reality and in her dreams.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Max squinted her eyes open as the blasting alarm clock interrupted her slumber. She felt the wind blowing past her. It was forceful, yet calm and soothing. She stared up at the ceiling above her deep in thought. Max especially felt the loneliness this particular morning ever since she started considering the visit. We used to wake up together like this, Max thought to herself. Only this time, I'm alone. What can I say? It's my karma. Max got up from her bed, passing a framed picture of two pirates on her bedside table. She scanned her room. A vivid white hue covered all four walls. To combat the plainness of the room, on one side, a cute but dramatic drawing of a floating butterfly that covered almost the entire wall.

Note to self: don't let mom in charge of redecorating ever again.

Max liked the white though. It was empty, but contained countless possibilities. White could be any color it wanted to be. It was free.

She looked around her messy room. Her guitar sprawled out on the floor. Books and notes scattered around her table. Her laptop still open to a particular website she'd been staring at all night. And next to it, two empty bags of chips.

Max laughs to herself, I was always an anxious eater.

Rubbing her eyes to get a clearer view, Max stumbles sleepily across her room heading to her window. She pulls the curtain to the side and peers outside. The sky was a beautiful cerulean color mixed in with some translucent darkness floating from the clouds. The air was cool. Does she miss waking up next to me too? Max thought. She continued to stare at her surroundings until her vision got blurred, but not noticing because her mind was still running. The world felt so good, but so scary right now. Her view mimicked everything she felt inside.

Hm, summer break? Summer my ass. This looks like summer with a hint of depression, Max closes her window, walks towards her desktop, and plops herself down her chair staring at the computer screen. She stares for a while until she closes her eyes.

It's been five years, and I only thought to do this now. I'm sorry, Chloe. This is a step I don't know how to make, but I want to. I miss you. I miss my best friend.

Max hadn't spoken to Chloe for five years after she left Arcadia Bay leaving Chloe to deal with her father's death all by herself. And to top it off, Max ignored her existence. Max could honestly see no way Chloe could ever forgive her for this. But she had to try. She was tired of pretending that she wasn't missing Chloe every second of every day that had passed.

She opens her eyes and places her hand on the mouse of the computer. I need to see you, Chloe. I want my best friend back. I'm coming. She looms the mouse over the 'BOOK' icon. I don't know what will happen. But somehow… I know in my heart that I have to do this. For me. For you. For us.

She presses the button. Her flight has just been booked.

SEATTLE, WASHINGTON – a one way ticket – to ARCADIA BAY, OREGON.

''I'm coming home, Chloe.''