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     Max avoided eye contact, never being good at holding it in the first place, and      especially now. Max caught the tone of her words. Even after all these years,      Victoria was still the same. She wasn’t sure what else she expected, and it      wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but she also didn’t want to be overwhelmed      by the past. When she’d first seen Victoria it felt like she’d seen a ghost–      her past come back to haunt her. It would still take some getting used to.      She almost spoke up again until Victoria commented on her attire. Yep.      Definitely the same ol’ queen bee from Blackwell. Once again, she wasn’t      sure what else she’d expected. This wasn’t the first time that Vic had      made a jab at her clothes, and it wouldn’t be the last.      The mention of the hoodie made Max’s gaze shift to stare down at it.      For a while, she’d almost forgotten that she had it, until one day while      sifting through some of her old stuff, she found it. It was something      she’d always meant to return to Victoria, but she never had the      chance… Well, until now. It was too big for her anyway; practically      drooping off of her small frame. Idly, she tugs lightly at one of the      strings. It’s pretty worn looking by now, so Victoria probably      wouldn’t want it back, but…      ❝Yeah… I– Um, you can have it back if you want—–❞ But she’s cut      off at the ‘mother’ comment. It wasn’t that Vanessa didn’t feed her, it      was just that Max didn’t eat. At least not like she should. She could go      weeks without much of an appetite. In all truthfulness, she basically      only survived off of coffee these days, and that was beyond unhealthy.      Vanessa tried, and so did Ryan, but it wasn’t their faults. It was Max’s.      ❝It’s not…my mom’s fault,❞ she mutters, bringing up a hand to rub the      back of her neck. ❝I just…don’t eat very much. I don’t have the appetite.❞      That was embarrassing to admit, but it was the truth. The ugly truth.      Shifting slightly, and hardly moving from one corner of the room since      arriving, Max fidgets with her hands, taking in Vic’s final words. It would      be nice, but she also feared that it would be awkward– as if it had any      chance of not being awkward. ❝No– it’s fine. I’ll…– I can stay here.❞ She      wouldn’t want her to waste the gas anyway.

“God, Max.” It still frustrated her sometimes to see how... indecisive and unmotivated she could be. Sometimes she’d just roll over at your every word, other times she’ll admit to almost caving your head in like a melon with a can of white paint and ruining an expensive sweater. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to be more assertive.

This brought a bitter taste to Victoria’s mouth. When she decided to walk out, at first it was only a bluff. She expected Max to finally just snap out of it and say something. Anything. Instead she was met with silence and some muffled excuse about how Max didn’t deserve her anyway. She didn’t even try.

But hopefully, that was in the past.

“You can keep it, it’s probably infested with your hipster germs.” Victoria joked, hopefully just to lighten the mood a little. Studying Max it was clear she was pretty uncomfortable.

She gave a little nod, a little relieved Max chose to stay over for the night. It been a little lonely coming back up here in Seattle. Sure her parents were here, but seriously fuck Maribeth. She swore never to speak to her again.

“Seriously Max, make yourself at home. Stop being a square.” Victoria gestured towards a nice sleek black modern couch facing a rather large flat screen TV. She secretly hoped her collection of animes was hidden well enough from sight.

“Hungry? Want anything? I’m about to put on some coffee.”

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     Max’s head still spun, trying to take in everything that was happening.      She’d bumped into Victoria after all these years, and as if that wasn’t      odd enough, Victoria had kissed her, and now they were driving back      to the blonde’s. Max couldn’t lie– she was just a little bit anxious. She      wasn’t sure what to expect, and compared to Victoria’s lavish lifestyle,      she was sure that she’d stick out like a sore thumb. She already stuck      out enough in everyday life, and Victoria just increased this tenfold.      During the quiet ride, Max couldn’t tear her eyes off of their intertwined      fingers the entire ride back to Victoria’s apartment. Talk about a blast      from the past. Max couldn’t even remember the last time she’d held      hands with her ex, and her hand tingled even after Vic had pulled      away.      They were here. And of course, as Max stepped into the apartment,       it practically screamed ‘Victoria Chase.’ Max could only stare in      awe. Victoria had finally done it. She’d made it big, and it showed.      She wordlessly scanned over the spacious apartment, almost       afraid to touch anything.      It’s not until Victoria speaks again, that Max is snapped out of      her trance. Cerulean hues dart over the the blonde in slight      surprise at the offer. Stay? For how long? Why? Was she      only offering to be nice? Max didn’t want to be in the way or     anything…      ❝I– … Are you sure…? Stay? Like, for the night or something?      I don’t…have any spare clothes– and, uh… I just don’t want to      be in the way or anything…❞

Victoria couldn’t help an eye roll as she went over to the sink to pour herself a glass of water from the fancy filter she had on the sink. Some things never change, no matter how long it’s been it seems. Though watching Max struggle with her offer was nothing short of adorable. The Queen found herself staring with a slight smile on her face before snapping out of it.

“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t, Maxine.” She said, terser than she meant to be. It had been a while since she was genuine with anyone, she came off as cold to some or endearing to others. Whatever gave her the advantage. Sometimes you just wear a mask for too long and it sticks on for longer than you’d like.

“You’re not in the way, Max. I promise. I have some spare clothes you can wear. Even my sleepwear would be better out on the streets than what you have on right now. Besides the stylish hoodie of course.” Victoria teased. “Plus it seems like I can’t trust your mother to feed you.”

Honestly seeing Max like this worried her. She couldn’t help the twinge of guilt she felt every time they met eyes. She was once so radiant, full of hope and a kind of no bullshit attitude that originally had Victoria despising her. Now it just seemed dull. In a way, it seemed unfair that she made it and Max didn’t.

But life was always unfair. One just has to play by it’s rules.

Victoria let out a sigh, internally eye rolling at herself. This isn’t the time to become her mother. Max was here and they had a lot to catch up on.

“I can drive you back if you’d prefer... I just thought you’d like the company...”