Viva La Hella

A Bid Farewell

Chloe parks at the Blackwell parking lot first. She smiles as she looks at the brunette.

'This is where you picked me up when Nathan wanted to kick my ass after I busted him.' she smiles softly.
'After you saved my life in the bathroom.'
'And this is where you picked me up on our official first date.'
'I looked hella great that day.' she sighs.
'You were hella nervous that day!' she laughs.
'Because I wanted everything to be fine!'
'And everything was so fucking perfect.' she kisses her.
'It's weird, isn't it?'
'What?'
'That it all started here, at Blackwell.'
'I will never forget that day.'
'Destiny...'
'Partners in time'
'Partners in crime'
'Forever...' she whispers as she gently kisses the bluenette.
'Where to go now?'
'The rail tracks. I want to reenact that afternoon.'
'Without the train killing me, right?'
'You're a fucking idiot, Price!'
'An idiot, who loves you!' she kisses her.
'Point taken. Let's go'
The punk parks at the junkyard, they walk to the tracks. The bluenette smiles as she grabs Max's hand, balancing on the track.

'Don't fall!'
'Is it strange?'
'Rather, nostalgic. Pleasant. I wanna take some photos later. Is that fine?'
'Stop asking this, Max. It's always fine, asswipe!'
'You're gonna take the first shot though.'
'With the digital?'
'No.'
'Fuck... So, what do you want, princess?'
'I'm gonna hop on your back.'
'What, who am I, Yoshi?'
'Very funny, and I am the geek...'
'Okay, okay, you hop on my back.'
'You'll take some shots'
'You have to hold on tight then' she bents her knees.
'Here I go' she jumps on the punk's back 'Here's the camera'
'You okay? Hold on tight. I don't want you to fall!'
'I won't.'
'I don't know, I'm not a photographer, Max...'
'Just take the shot, Chlo'
'Say cheese, hipster!'

One shot, two shots, three shots, four... The punk gets bored of photography soon. She bents her knees again, letting Max go. She hands over the photos and the camera and she lights a cigarette.

'These are actually good, Chlo!'
'Very funny, Caulfield. You know I'm not a photographer.' she exhales the smoke.
'I'm not kidding, I'm... Wait, hold that pose!' she takes the shot 'These are actually good. You know why?'
'Why?'
'Check them out' she hands over the photos, and as the bluenette checks them out, she takes another shot.
'It's fucking not funny, Caulfield!'
'Annoyed by the flash again?'
'Yeah. Sorry' she sighs.
'It's okay. We'll take a break.'
'So?'
'So?'
'Why do you like these pictures? These are not that good. Amateur piece of crap.'
'Maybe, but look at you.'
'I'm a mess.'
'You're happy. And that shows. And also that, you're in love with me.'
'Does it show?'
'It does.'
'Happy to hear that' she smiles and kisses the brunette.
'And check these out too! You're photogenic!'
'You always knew that!' she laughs.
'I mean, almost everybody looks great on a posed photo, but these... You didn't even know I took these.'
'I may end up as a model' she laughs.
'That was your plan'
'It wouldn't be the same' she sits down, sighing.
'Sorry. I didn't mean to...'
'It's okay' she smiles softly.
'I fucked it up' she snuggles.
'You didn't' she kisses her forehead 'It's fine. My love is tattooing and piercing, not modeling. That wouldn't fit my rebellious views, anyway. I wanted it because of Rachel. Because she was my... my...'
'It's okay. But you forgot about something, didn't you?' she grins.
'What? Uh, yeah, you're also my love, Max. Forever. Sorry. I didn't mean to spoil everything.'
'You didn't.' she kisses her on the cheek 'Snuggle selfie? Kiss selfie? Don't you mind?'
'Take the shots.'
'With the digital. We'll get them in Portland, we actually have to test the printer my parents sent.'
'Take the fucking shots, Caulfield!' she laughs as she kisses the photographer's neck.

Click, click, click, click, click... Max's doing great today. The bluenette touches her forehead to the photographer's, gazing into her eyes deeply. One last shot.