Max searches the left drawer beneath the TV to get the DVD. Max: Hard to believe how just a little sand can cause such a big mess.Ĭhloe: It's like that Chinese proverb, "A spark can start a fire that burns the entire prairie." You know, like that butterfly thing. I think you missed a grain stuck in my eyeball. Max uses the tissue box to clean Chloe's face.Ĭhloe: Thanks. And you better not fall asleep on me, like you always do when we watch movies.Ĭhloe: I remember, Max. You would look incredible with blue hair.
Plus you know I always wanted to have cool colored bangs like Pris. It would be sweet to chill out together and watch a movie, like when you'd spend the night at my house.Ĭhloe: Uh, I think I'm in, like, a mellow "Blade Runner" mood. See, I'm practically a human entertainment system.
Uh, no pun intended.Ĭhloe: You are such a geek. They keep the numbers away from me, but it doesn't take much research to find out I'm costing my parents almost a million dollars a year. It seems like we were kids in another life.Ĭhloe: No way. Max: Yeah, that's become a bad habit of mine.Ĭhloe: You sound like an adult now. Boring.Ĭhloe: I know you're just trying to help. Max: Have you ever thought about doing a podcast or something?Ĭhloe: I wish I could punch your face right now. I don't think I've talked this much the whole year. Max gives Chloe a cup of water on the nightstand.Ĭhloe: Oh man, no wonder my throat is dry. You always have been since we were kids.Ĭhloe: Thanks again for coming, Max. Or when doctors flip me around like I was a science doll. Especially when a nurse has to watch while I take a dump, so she can wipe my bum. You're kind and sensitive, when you don't even have to be.Ĭhloe: Trust me, I still get my rage on. Sometimes I act like a total teenage brat just to give them an excuse to yell at me. Especially when they can't even take a walk alone. Max: They're grateful you are here with them.Ĭhloe: Right. But I am lucky my parents bust their ass to take care of me. Alternative Chloe's House Alternative Chloe's RoomĬhloe: Feels like a high-tech cell.
Max and Chloe turn around and head back towards Chloe's house. Maybe we should get back to my place.Ĭhloe: "Hella"? I hate that word, no offense. You're my best friend.Ĭhloe: Max, thanks for coming out to see me. Max: Listen, Chloe.I'm sorry I haven't been out to see you more. Max: I know things seem out of control, but.as long as we're together, I don't feel afraid.Ĭhloe: Hanging out with you makes me feel like a total kid again. It just seems like Arcadia Bay is having a meltdown. My dad still feels guilty about buying me that car.Ĭhloe: Not trying to bum you out. I know you have to deal with so much.Ĭhloe: I don't want anybody else feeling sorry for me. What do photographers call that?Ĭhloe: See? Without you here, I'd have no clue. Can we stop? This is seriously the best view of the sunset. I still want to laugh and talk shit with my best friend. You probably wanted to avoid awkward conversations like this.Ĭhloe: Look, the worst thing you can do is treat me like a baby. You deserve the best stationery.Ĭhloe: Probably easier to write than to visit me. But I love writing on it, like an English poet. And you even wrote on that cool parchment paper. That's more than any of my other friends have done. Max walks next to Chloe as they stroll down the path next to the beach.Ĭhloe: It's weird hanging out with you again.Ĭhloe: It was nice that you sent me actual letters.