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Max woke up in a place that wasn't her room, with something warm clinging to her arm. Her phone's alarm was ringing shrilly, like it did every morning to wake her up for school. Eyes still closed, she huffed and fumbled for the phone, managing to turn off her alarm with her eyes closed. True skills, if she does say so herself.
After a good five seconds of confusion, she remembered where she was. Victoria's room. Meaning that the thing clinging to her arm was...
Max opened her eyes slowly, and yep, it was Victoria. The girl had practically latched herself to Max, hugging her arm and leg slung over Max's thighs. Her face was pressed against Max's shoulder, and Max was only a bit digusted when she felt drool leaking into her shirt. Considering that Victoria's tongue has been in Max's mouth before, it'd be a little stupid to throw a fit about her drooling.
The blonde's face was scrunched up, and she somehow looked even saltier in slumber. It was really cute, oh, god, Max really needed to stop finding everything she did so endearing.
As cute as it was though, they both needed to get up. School was a must. This was also their first day as a couple.
A real couple, at least. Jesus. Why did she feel even more nervous than she did before?
"Vic, wake up." She sat up, patting Victoria's shoulder.
No response.
"Victoria Chaaaaase." She sang loudly. Victoria grumbled. Patience waning just a smidge, Max flicked her forehead.
"Ow." Victoria mumbled, eyes blearily opening.
"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty." Max gave a shit-eating grin down at her. "Time for school."
"Ugh, let me wallow in my sins in peace." Victoria mumbled, throwing an arm over her face.
"You can do that in class." Max got up, raising her arms above her head in a languid stretch, back cracking satisfyingly. "Seriously, we gotta be in class in about fifteen minutes. Don't wanna be late as an official couple, now do we?"
While Max couldn't see most of her face, she could see how red her ears got right after she spoke. "Ugh, fine. I guess that's a good enough reason to get up."
"Good."
Max was about to make her way to the showers, before she remembered that they really didn't have time for it. Guess lathering on way too much deoderant would have to do. She looked over at Victoria to make sure she was still awake, and thankfully, the blonde was already looking through her closet for an outfit.
"Caulfield..." Victoria trailed off, fingers toying with the edge of an expensive looking skirt.
"Yeah?"
"I have a suggestion."
"Oh?" She said, for lack of better words.
"Yes. How...would you feel about wearing an outfit of mine?"
"...Huh?" She asked, confused. "What for?"
"It's not just because your fashion sense is...rather lacking." Victoria smirked.
"Gee, thanks. I'll make sure to buy a whole 'nother wardrobe with my millions of dollars I clearly I have." Max rolled her eyes. "Wouldn't people think that we, uh, did things...if I was wearing your clothes?"
"Exactly!" Victoria said. "Wouldn't it be fun? Having everyone thinking that the lovable nerd Maxine Caulfield is actually a sex machine who wears her girlfriend's clothes after the dirty deed."
Max stared at her blankly for a full three seconds. Then, unable to help it, she snorts loudly, laughing so hard she actually had to hold her stomach. "Oh my god, why do you sound like one of those cheap romance novels that have more heterosexual sex than actual plot. Sex machine, really?"
"I do not." Victoria looks so offended and it only made the situation funnier. "So you're saying you don't want to wear my clothes?"
"I mean, I'm not opposed to it." She shrugs, when an idea comes to her. An amazing idea. "I'll do it...if you wear one of my outfits."
Victoria has an expression like Max had just asked her to chew glass. She looks back at her closet, then back at Max, like she's wondering if seeing Max in an outfit worth more than Max herself was worth something so terrible. "I...I guess. But I pick out the outfit you wear."
"If you let me pick out yours, then sure." Max laughed inwardly at Victoria's pained expression.
"Fine. I guess. Please...pick out something nice. No obscure band shirts, no jeans with holes, absolutely no plaid."
"That's already 90% of my wardrobe, but alright." Max opens the door to Vic's room, going to her own room to pick out the outfit for Victoria. Victoria was already pulling things out of her closet, like she'd had Max's outfit picked out from the beginning. It wouldn't surprise her.
She looked into her closet with a critical stare. A lot of plaid, shit, Victoria really knew her.
She found some converse that looked kind of new, so that was good for the shoes. Probably. She decided on some holeless skinny jeans that were a faded blue. Good thing her and Vic were the same size, huh. She almost, almost, picked out an old-ass shirt that she'd bought ironically, that said 'SENPAI' in big, bold lettering, but she'd probably never hear the end of it if she did.
The shirt was the hardest part, so in the end, she decided she wouldn't pick out one. Instead, she found an old hoodie that didn't seem too hipster. It was white, and had a doe printed on the front in this cool, filter-y rainbow color. Damn, she should wear this more often.
It would look awesome on Tori too. Hopefully she wouldn't throw a fit about wearing it.
On the way out, she snagged herself a bra and panties. Wearing the same pair for more than two days was just kinda gross.
"Honey, I'm home." She announced, shutting Victoria's door behind her. "And I brought clothes."
"Good ones, I hope." Victoria said, but Max could tell she was joking by the way she smiled over at her. "I found some fantastic ones for you, by the way."
"Really now." Max asked, grinning. "Am I going to look, uh, smoking hot?"
"Of course. You're going to burn down the entire school with your hotness." Victoria said with a straight face, setting out all of what she'd picked out on the bed.
"Violent, holy crap." She laughed. "Well, we should probably hurry. We seriously have about five minutes."
"Great. Guess I'll have to skip most of my cosmetic routine." Victoria sighed woefully, gesturing to the clothing on the bed. "Get dressed, then. Hand over the clothes you picked, too. If I see one shade of plaid, I will scream."
"No plaid in sight, relax." She said, unusually cheerful, and handed over her clothes.
She turned around to let Victoria have her privacy once she's picked up her own outfit for the day. Max took a minute to figure out what Victoria had picked. It...wasn't as elaborate or out of bounds for Max, actually. But, as fashionable as Victoria was, she'd probably picked out what she knew wouldn't be too out of Max's comfort zone.
Some jean shorts with a white pattern, a little too short maybe, but really nice. A black button-up shirt with golden buttons, and a really pretty golden collar. Victoria really loved button-ups, didn't she? To top it off, she'd added some shoes that were a cool silver color.
All in all, Max was pretty happy. She would probably already wear stuff like this, if it wasn't so damn expensive. Except maybe the shorts, but that was just because they barely came to mid-thigh, and Max was stupidly self-conscious. She changed into the clothes quickly, honestly feeling a little rad. Like she was a new person, sort of. Except that she was still lame ol' Max, just with cool clothes, but still.
"You done, Vic?" She asked.
"Yeah, almost." Victoria mumbled. "You can turn around, I'm just putting on the shoes."
"Nice. So, how d'you feel about the-" Max turned around, and stopped mid-sentence. Victoria looked...holy shit. Holy shit.
She looked...cool. Badass, even. Her hair didn't have a shred of gel, so it was in curly little waves and hung in her dark eyes. The jeans accentuated her legs (and ass, because let's be honest here, Max was staring at that too) and clashed with the shoes in a way that looked nice. The hoodie really was the icing on the cake. Victoria's default expression always looked faintly mocking, usually a smirk or a glare, and with this outfit, she looked...hot. Not to say she didn't always look hot, but...instead of looking like a hot rich girl, she looked like the type of woman you'd find smoking in an alley, slyly making fun of any poor sap's stuttered attempts to make conversation with her, pushing some girl up against the wall and making out with her on the first date.
Did any of that make sense? Probably not. The point is, Victoria looked fucking rad.
"The...shoes. Uh, I mean, outfit. Yeah." Max faintly continued, after she realized Victoria was staring at her too.
"It'll do, I suppose. But...Caulfield, holy shit." Victoria started. "You look...amazing, and that is an understatement. You look like the type of photographer that needs to be photographed and put in a magazine immediately."
Wow. Well, you might as well call Max a tomato from now on because she sure as hell was blushing the exact color of one. "T-thanks. You look like a regular sex machine yourself, Vic."
Victoria bit her lip to hold back a smile, cheeks coloring just a tad. "Well then, we're a regular power couple, now aren't we?"
"Totally. Who needs Beyonce and Jay-Z when you have Max and Victoria, haha."
"Wow. I mean, I love myself, but I doubt anyone in their right mind would choose us over Beyonce or Jay-Z." Victoria snorted, and Max shoved her shoulder lightly.
"I guess." She grabbed her phone, looking at the time. "Shit. 2 minutes. We really gotta get going."
"Okay." Victoria said simply, holding out her hand. Max stared at it, confused. "..Aren't we gonna hold hands? Isn't that what couples do?"
"Not really, but I still wanna hold your hand." Max said, smiling softly and taking her girlfriend's hand. "Is it stupid that I'm more nervous for this, than I was when we were fake dating?"
"It is pretty stupid." Victoria says, laughing at the deadpan look Max gives her. "But..we'll be facing it together, so don't be nervous."
"I'll try."
They start to walk out, bags in hand, when Victoria stops them. "Wait. I have one more thing I need to do."
"What?"
"This." Victoria leans over and gives her a chaste peck to the cheek. "I love you, Max."
"I love you too, nerd." Max says, even as her voice cracks embarrassingly. "Now, c'mon. Let's go show everyone how cool my new girlfriend is."