Looks to the left. Looks to the right. Grabs her polaroid. . . . Takes a selfie.

Y a w n s. Staring at Chloe playing the guitar makes her sleepy.

”ᴄʜʟᴏᴇ ɪs ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ sᴋᴀᴛᴇʙᴏᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ sᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ɪᴛ... ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ.“

Head down, she's trying to play her guitar. —A huff. She must learn some new songs.

Her nails grew up and she cannot play the guitar. Damnit.

Plops her head on the pillow, almost defeated by sleepyness.

”ᴡᴏᴡsᴇʀ, ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪɢɢᴇsᴛ ᴇʏᴇ ʙᴀɢs ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ.“

It's cold outside, she doesn't like it. Anyhow she's all wrapped in her blanket and wearing Chloe's hoodie. And she likes it.

[ I GOT 280 CHARACTERS FKEKDKDKDLSJDS

[ Okay but I need to know because I'm new and I would never want to make a shitty representation of a character. So.. Am I doing a good job at rping Max?

“ᴘᴀʀᴀᴍᴏʀᴇ's sᴏɴɢs ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴀᴅ.”

”sʜᴇ's ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴀʀᴛ. ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴀʀᴛ.“

Her eyes are burning. She should stop staying so many hours in front of her pc.

ℭʜʟᴏᴇ Ƥʀɪᴄᴇ -drove her crazy. No, she couldn't lose Chloe, anything but Chloe. Sadly, her actions were starting to make her feel... guilty, bad. Egoist. Even if she knew she wasn't at all. A tear fell from her right eye, a hand quickly wiping it away. No, she couldn't cry now. For Chloe.

Looks outside the window, noticing a bat flying. Takes a picture of it, then smiling while observing it disappear in the night.

“ᴀɴʏᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴄʜʟᴏᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ʀᴀᴄʜᴇʟ ᴡᴀs ɪ ᴅɪᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ. — ɴᴏ, ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ.”