Inside the mind of Max Clarke (1/?):
General Maxisms
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Inside the mind of Max Clarke (1/?):
General Maxisms
would you rescue me? // clexington
thereyningqueenâ:
Of course Max doesnât answer. She doesnât know why sheâd expected her to.
It at that point when the barman realises sheâs having a meltdown, and asks if she was okay, if there was anyone they could call, and she shakes her head, pushing away from the bar.
âNo. Thereâs no one.â She whispers, turning and walking away, her phone clutched in her hand. Sheâd just have to deal with it by herself.
Her phone starts vibrating as she exits the bar, and she stares at it in confusion for a moment, tears blurring the words on screen until she blinks them away.
[Max Clarke CALLING]
She answers quickly, trying to fill her lungs enough to talk. And when she does, itâs quiet, not wanting to talk to loud in fear of screaming.
âMax?â
amillionmaxsâ:
Maxâs heart jolts in her chest at the sound of Reynaâs voice, at Reyna saying her name. âI... Yeah, yeah itâs me.â She manages to croak.Â
Theyâve been broken up for two weeks and she canât even maintain composure at the sound of her own name. Pathetic.
Swallowing thickly to clear whatever lump had formed in her throat at the sound of Reynaâs voice, Max presses forward, âI got your voicemail. Are you okay? I mean-- obviously youâre not okay but I mean...âÂ
Max cringes at herself, sheâs absolutely fucking this up. How the hell did Reyna think sheâd be of any help with the word vomit pouring out of her mouth?! âYouâre not... hurt or anything, are you?â
would you rescue me? // clexington
thereyningqueenâ:
Sheâs five? six? drinks in when she gives into her tears and the alcohol and presses call.
[CALLING: Max Clarke]
It rings. It rings and rings and sheâs about to hang up, to give up, because why would Max answer? when she hears Maxâs answer machine message.
She speaks without thinking, her sentences broken up by her tears.
âMax. Max, I fucked up. I fucked up so bad. I donât know what to do. I know you probably donât care because weâwe broke up but I need help. I need you.â
amillionmaxsâ:
Max is on her way home from game night (which is now less of a game night and more of a Lara-and-Brit-distract-Max-from-her-piteous-love-life night) when her phone buzzes with a call. Not wanting another driving charge smearing her record and license, Max ignores it. Itâs probably Gabi with some motivating speech anyway-- Lara always tattles when she leaves early.Â
She doesnât check her phone until sheâs spread out on her couch with her TV playing some mindless sitcom in the background.Â
Maxâs heart practically stops in her chest when she checks her missed calls.
Thereâs no name, but there doesnât need to be, this number has been embedded in Maxâs brain pretty much since it was given to her.Â
Reyna.Â
Thereâs a voicemail too, which is weirder than the call itself, and Max doesnât think before jabbing at the screen and pressing her phone to her ear.Â
Max isnât sure whatâs happening, but she knows that Reyna is crying harder than Max thinks sheâs ever seen or heard, and for some reason, Reyna wants her to fix it.Â
Thatâs really all the information Max needs to call Reyna back. She presses the phone to her ear as it rings and hopes sheâs not running into a situation sheâs ill-equipped to deal with.Â