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( he'd expected her to do the responsible thing and pretend that nothing ever happened. doesn't look like he's getting that lucky.

so, the mirth he'd felt dies in an instant. )

Don't talk about that. Nothing happened.

[She groans and drops her head back against the window. Why are guys like this? Oh, right. Patriarchal conditioning.]

Fuck toxic masculinity. Seriously. Shoulda lost my virginity to a girl. Too late now, I can't rewind that far and I like you, and I liked it. Just wish I knew how to help you...

[She could have rewound a little, just now, maybe. She's tested the powers a tiny bit while inebriated and they do still work, but they're harder to control. It gives her a headache. And last time a nosebleed.

Anyway, if she never says anything, nothing will ever change. Nathan needs her to have said that. She's very sure of that. Of course, she's also still drunk, so. Easy to be certain of something when you're drunk.]

( there's so much to unpack in that sentence— )

Rewind what? Life isn't a movie. Fuck, if I wish it was, sometimes.

( he'd edit so much shit out if he could. rewind is a weird choice of words, but they're both drunk, so it hardly registers.

being liked by max is the least surprising thing about all this. )

I get it. I like— you. ( he moves past that part as quickly as he can. it hurts to linger on it. he spent a week in isolation so he wouldn't have to linger on it. ) But things are fucked up. Here. Arcadia Bay is fucked. You wanna help me, burn this place to the ground. Or, I dunno, run away or some shit.

( he runs a hand through his hair, looks at her through messy bangs. )

I mean it. Get outta here, Max. For me. 'Cause I can't.

[After he repeats the word "rewind," she becomes aware, even drunk, she should not have said that. There's an urge again to tell him but... fuck, they're both messed up right now, aren't they? Would he even believe her? She sidesteps explaining that for now.

...and then immediately smiles, this small, secret, pleased smile, when he says he likes her. That probably shouldn't fill her with as much warmth as it does. She looks at him and brushes her hair away from her face. He looks good with his hair like that, actually... Right, totally getting distracted.

The smile drops, and she scoots a little closer to him, resting a hand on his knee.]

If you want to leave, what's keeping you here?

[It's not that she's asking him to run away with her or something. She couldn't. Not only does she like a lot of the people here, there's a sense of responsibility... She can help people. And Chloe... If she ever just drops and runs, it would have to be with Chloe. She couldn't stomach leaving her. Even if she is currently lying to her about Nathan.]

( he's buzzed enough to respond to her question with a joyless laugh. a sober, more angry nathan would sooner resort to insults. he's feeling good. feeling liked. it helps that he's drunk. he doesn't immediately assume her feelings are a lie. )

This is my town. It's got my fucking name on it.

( her hand's on his knee, and it's sweet. it's like they like each other. he takes a moment to fix his hair before doing something incredibly stupid — resting his head on her shoulder. it's a belated apology, returning the hug he wasn't able to accept before, but in a less huggy way. )

[All of the Lisa pictures would have been real overkill if her feelings were a lie.

She breathes in shallowly, when he rests his head on her shoulder, and brings her arm up to wrap around him. She can't keep the soft smile off her face, even as she angles her head slightly to press her lips briefly to Nathan's temple.

A memory flashes, Nathan in the bathroom talking to Chloe. "That's my family, not me." Yet he also goes around saying he owns the town, the school...]

You're a complicated man, Nathan Prescott. Sure keeps me on my toes. But does that mean you don't really like your family?

[She can't imagine liking Sean Prescott, based on what she knows of him. But she also hadn't ever imagined liking Nathan Prescott.]

( he hadn't considered it to be particularly complicated until now. it'd all seemed so obvious, but her words are a reminder that people aren't living in his head. max really doesn't know anything. he should be overjoyed by her ignorance. he's been forcing people to stay away, and they have.

but now, he's feeling the consequences of that. max really doesn't know anything, and it all feels too large to broach. )

...We got ten minutes before your girlfriend comes looking for you. ( whether her 'girlfriend' is dana or chloe in this case isn't clear. sitting up slightly, he touches max's hair, smooths a few strands behind her ear. ) Vic's gonna start blowing me up here, too.

You really wanna spend that time talking about my family? Cliffnotes version, they suck... Except my sister. She's sorta like you. Idealistic and shit.

( —not what he'd planned on saying. when's the last time he's mentioned his sister to anyone? it's a nice thought, though.

kris would really like max. )

She just said I had to call her. [Apparently Max is assuming Dana and not Chloe, maybe just because she was the one who said that.

All of these soft and sweet touches are kind of killing her when she doesn't know exactly where they stand. If they're going to keep seeing each other, even if just in private, or... not.

She feels a certain warmth hearing Nathan talk about his sister, because it makes her happy that he at least has someone else in his life who maybe cares about him, who isn't toxic to him or for him. Though she is only assuming that.]

We can talk about something else... I guess the most important question is can I see you again? Can we do... this [She takes a hold of his hand in her own, laces their fingers together like he did that night in her room.] more often?

Yeah. We could. But...

( but realistically, he knows that he's damaged goods. it's only a matter of time before he falls apart and takes max down with him.

he takes a breath. )

I'm probably gonna make you cry again. ( it's the only thing he feels certain of. )

[A pause. Then she squeezes his hand in her own, and tries to meet his gaze.]

Nathan. Do you want to keep doing this?

( he doesn't need think about it. )

Yeah. I do. ( he looks at her, expression solemn and devoid of anger. he's got soft features, but they're easy to miss with his perpetual scowl. ) Just don't let me fuck you up. That's all. That's it.

( like max offered before, he brings his forehead to rest against hers. when he wakes up, he might not believe any of this was real, least of all this moment of intimacy. )

...Run when it gets shitty.

( don't try to save him. )

[Her breath catches, audibly, at his look. A second ago maybe she could have made that promise (yeah, right), but he's making it impossible. She wants this too much.

Dropping his hand in favor of cupping his jaw in both of her hands, she presses a soft kiss to his lips. Sweet, chaste, brief, unless he tries to prolong it.]

I want this so much. And I wish with all my heart that you'll let me into yours. In whatever amount, okay? However long it takes. If you need to disappear again? Do it. But tell me. Send me one message that you need space, and that you'll be back. That you don't... hate me. Can you do that for me? Or, just promise to try?

( his skin is buzzing. the coke in his system makes him feel invincible, like he could do anything, even this. when she kisses him, he feels even higher. alive with something he can't explain.

hormones, he's sticking with that.

the immediate response to her request, something along the lines of 'what are you, my fucking mother?,' dies in his throat at the words 'for me'. the need to be prickly and unavailable comes to him in sharp pangs, but he's better at ignoring them when they're like this. )

I don't hate you. You're a seriously nosy bitch, but... but if anyone can fix the shit in this town, it's you.

( which isn't necessarily a request. he doesn't want her any deeper, and he plans on actively thwarting her attempts at getting to the truth. maybe jefferson will see this as a good thing. maybe he'll praise him for what a good job he's done keeping max off their trails. maybe he'll finally say 'good job,' and nathan can be whole again.

he tips his chin forward and kisses her again, longer, more lingering. he could stay here forever, he thinks. )

So, what, you wanna be... exclusive? Or something?

( because calling her his girlfriend feels too far out of reach. )

[He kisses her again and she feels so calm. For once since she'd discovered her powers, she feels right where she's supposed to be.

Maybe it's the booze.

She's very unfazed by being called a nosy bitch. She gets called nosy by everyone and they're honestly right about that. It feels like a little surge of self-confidence when he suggests she can fix things. God, she's going to try. She has to. Not just for Chloe's, or Kate's, or Rachel's sakes now. But... also for Nathan's.

Returning his kiss, she slips her arms around his neck, thinks about what he's asking her, before she pulls just far enough away to answer.]

Yes. But I... There's something I really need to tell you. But I'm not sure I'm gonna have the time to unless I give Dana a quick call first to let her know I'm good, okay?

[And... maybe ask her to do something about Chloe. Not that Chloe and Dana are that close of friends or anything, though Max was surprised to learn they did actually already know each other. ("Chloe, you did Shakespeare?") Chloe's more Justin's friend in that group.]

( unless max is keying up to tell him that she really is pregnant, he can't imagine what all the suspense is for. still, he begins to untangle himself from her so she can make her phone call is relative peace. )

Sure, yeah. Tell her you're not being kidnapped at gunpoint.

( a comment made in poor taste, but no one has ever said nathan was refined.

since he has a moment to kill, he checks his phone while max busies herself with hers: )

Vic 💋💋💋
ur missin everything!!!
drunk courtney SO FUNNY
such a tryhadr

fuck the drugs
we'll live wo them
just want u here babe

Mr. Jefferson
Behave yourself tonight.
Stick to the script. I can't trust you to go off-book.

Edited 2026-03-08 07:34 (UTC)

[She knows she has to call and not just text Dana, since she'll want to hear her actual voice. It's actually nice of her that she's concerned about leaving her drunk with anyone. At least, she's sure that's it, not that it's specifically Nathan. His commentary as she lets her do her thing is questionable, but she just frowns momentarily before dialing her friend.]

Hey, Dana. Yup, I'm all good. Feeling a little less tipsy. I actually need some extra time with Nathan-- Gawd, shut up... [Clearly, Dana said something to embarrass her there.] No, I'll be okay, but I was wondering if you'd run interference with Chloe? ...Well, that's a long story, but just tell her you saw me head to the dorms to konk out in my room? Thanks... Definitely, Bring It On and froyo at 3. See you then.

[She hangs up, pops off a text to Chloe about meeting her tomorrow evening and how she needs to sleep it off. Then, she sets her phone to Do Not Disturb and returns it to her bag.

Finally, she turns back to Nathan, and sighs, steadying herself.]

Okay, so you probably won't even believe me without some sort of demonstration, but... Ever since I was in that bathroom with you and Chloe, I've been able to... do things, that I couldn't before. [Okay, let's just get it out there, Max.] I can rewind time.

( meanwhile, nathan sends something vaguely disarming to victoria, 'soon grgeous, juts keep the party goin 4 me,' while remaining as deferential as possible to jefferson, considering his current state, is too difficult. an emoji response feels inappropriate, but no way can he type full sentences. in the end, he simply leaves the message on read and opts for gazing out the window instead, head dropping back against the headrest, as max assures her friend that she's fine. his eyes don't catch on anything in particular, drifting from the moon, to the trees, to the drunken partiers stumbling in the distance.

part of him revels in his reputation, that he's so feared that people feel the need to be careful in his presence.

it's also deeply isolating.

he snorts hearing max's embarrassment alongside her plan to keep chloe in the dark. they're really doing this, huh... )

Why the fuck are you bringing that up, Max?

( he doesn't listen to much before of after that, admittedly. chloe, bathroom, gun, danger, drugs, all those words hit ears like an accusation, some of which she hadn't even said. when he turns to face her, his expression is hard. his skin feels too tight. this is a bad idea, like a set-up. he should leave, go back to what he knows. )

Gonna bring your boyfriend here so he can jump me again? Try it, bitch. I dare you.

( at some point, he gripped the steering wheel. so deep in his own thoughts of persecution, he entirely misses the bombshell she's just dropped. )

[She's doubting herself. That's not unusual, she doubts herself a lot. Nathan is volatile, unstable. There's something softer at his core, and she knows that, she's seen it. But whatever darkness he has in his life has him in a fucking stranglehold, and only part of it has anything to do with toxic masculinity. Part of it is his family, his reputation, drugs... There's still a missing puzzle piece, though.

No. She has these powers, was given them or whatever, for a reason. They weren't just meant to save Chloe. They're also meant to save Nathan. She's had several days and nights to think about that. To dream about it. Have nightmares about it.

I need to tell him this, before we can even think about continuing whatever the hell is going on between us. (She's also telling Chloe tomorrow evening, because lying to her about it all doesn't sit well with her. She's not looking forward to that conversation. There's no way Chloe could possibly understand without having experienced and seen things that she has. In the end, she's going to have to rely on Chloe's blind faith in her to keep them from separating entirely. As it is, there will definitely be an argument, probably at least a day of Chloe not speaking to her.)

She could rewind, though she has a feeling it will hurt. But she needs to figure out how to handle Nathan's moodswings without relying solely on her powers. That's another thing they have to figure out before they can continue with this thing.

First thing she's going to try is speaking calmly and rationally, while addressing his points of concern.]

I brought it up because it's when it happened. Warren isn't my boyfriend, and I'm not out to hurt you. Please don't threaten me, Nate. I'm trying to share a huge secret with you. I need you to know this. It's incredibly important. Please.

[While speaking softly, she holds her hand out, palm up. Please take my hand, Nathan.]

( max offers her hand out like he's some scared, wounded animal. like she's jane and he's tarzan. his hands don't budge from the wheel as fights the urge to recoil from her kindness. no one like her ever calls him nate. he might've forgotten it was ever his name. )

Say it, then. Don't treat me like I'm stupid, or like I'm some little kid.

( she must know what a bad idea it is to tell him anything. he's not trustworthy. he's a monster. his skeptical expression is more about her judgement than his own; does she really know what she's getting herself into? )

[Of course she has no idea what she's doing. She hasn't known anything she's doing one second since she'd gotten her powers. Honestly, she feels like Alice flung into Wonderland with how much her life has changed, and how quickly. Nathan only amplifies that feeling sometimes.

She curls her hand and drops it with a small frown, before bringing it back up to brush her hair from her face with a sigh, gaze dropped.]

I wish I'd gotten a picture of you, when you were standing at the windowsill in my room, holding Lisa like she might have all the answers to the universe. That shot... [She shakes her head and lifts her chin again. She repeats herself, since it's clear Nathan missed it the first time:] I can reverse time. But only up to several minutes.

[One thing about sharing a secret like this... Once she can even get Nathan to believe her, who would believe him without some sort of proof, even if he told them? There's like. Some built in insurance with a secret this crazy out-there.]

—You can reverse time.

( he says it flatly. he'd been watching her lips as she spoke, he still feels as if he's misheard her. everything before feels just as foreign, the idea that he could be a muse for her photography. )

What, like your boyf— like Warren built a time-machine in the back of the physics classroom? Maxine McFly?

( it's a joke and he's laughing. the tension leaves his body, at least, and he lets his hand slide off the steering wheel and into his lap. whatever she's on, it's not about him. she's not about to go after him for hurting her friend, which is where he'd assumed this line of conversation was going. )

[He stopped himself before calling Warren her boyfriend. That alone brings a small smile to her lips. Feels like progress. Like this little hint that he does want to try and do the things she says she needs him to. Not cross her boundaries.]

Maxine McFly, huh? Okay first, never Maxine. [She shudders.] Second, I didn't take you for a Back to the Future fan. We should definitely watch the trilogy. I bet you shit-talk all the way through the third one. [Her tone is just as amused, even a little fond, until she has to go back to the matter at hand.] But no, I'm serious. No DeLorean or Plutonium needed. I just have to focus and I can do it. And I can prove it to you.

[She glances around the cab of the truck, considering, before her eyes land on the radio. It's clearly set up to be able to play Nathan's iPod or whatever, expensive tech. But it can also still pick up FM and AM, if the dash is anything to go by. She points to it.]

Go through three random FM radio channels. I'll listen to a little bit of each song, and then I'll rewind and tell you what will play each time. You'll then go through the channels to see if I'm right. Deal?

[She could have him do the pocket thing like she did with Chloe, but... He might not feel comfortable with her knowing what's in his pockets. Hard to say.]

Everyone's seen Back to the Future. You don't need to be a twee hipster nerd to see them; they're like Baby's First Films.

( watching a movie with her feels so normal, so domestic. a regular person pastime, unlike whatever he gets up to. he's not sure he could stand it, but he thinks he'd be willing to try. )

What is this, some kind of magic trick? David Blaine shit? ( he's amused by the absurdity of it, looks around the car as if he expects there to be hidden cameras. ) You're seriously weird, girl.

( but what does he have to lose by playing this game? she seems sincere, non-threatening. if this is all a ploy for him to lower his guard, it might be working.

he sinks the keys into the ignition and turns them to click on the truck. the preset saved station is a classical one, the last thing nathan was listening to. )

...Beethoven's 8th Symphony. One of the middle parts, they all blend together. Tempo di menuetto, or whatever the fuck.

( from there, he seeks forward until he finds something more modern. ) And this is that Fetty Wap song. Vortex Club plays this shit into the fucking ground. It's called 679. Barely even counts as music.

( and to round it off, he lands on a college radio station. ) Grimes. You know her? Seems like you're kinda chick. Super weird and indie. Vic likes her... Don't know the song, but the whole album is called Visions. Will that work for your trick?

[She laughs a little as he looks around like she's hidden cameras inside his truck. That she's never been in before. Or was even aware he drove. Cute, Nathan. Super cute.

A nod, and she closes her eyes and listens intently as he not only goes through the stations, but also shares his own commentary on each one. Perfect. She's gonna abuse the heck outta that and tell him his own words... Why is she suddenly so keen to impress him? Almost moreso than she'd been with Chloe. Maybe partially because Chloe already knew her well enough to be inclined to believe her? If she can convince Nathan...

Well. She tries to commit it all to memory before reaching a hand out and focusing, working past the alcohol still in her system to rewind to the point he's taking out his key to place in the ignition. She opens her eyes and delicately rests her hand on his arm. Her head twinges, just a little.]

Wait. Beethoven's 8th Symphony. Tempo di menueto... Then, Fetty Wap, "679." You hate how much the Vortex Club plays it and consider it barely music... Third... Grimes. You don't know the name of the song, but know it's from her "Visions" album. You think her music is my type because she's "weird and indie" and you told me Victoria listens to her. And for the record... It's "Oblivion."

[She drops her hand, and motions for him to continue.]

Edited (lbr she wouldn't call her vic at this point LOL) 2026-03-10 04:05 (UTC)

( he'd just finished commenting on how weird she is when she begins. he hovers over the radio's dial, unable to divorce himself from skepticism as she parrots his own words back to him. she's right, of course. his brows furrow as he clicks through the stations. beethoveen, hip-hop, electronic indie. she'd been right about how much he hates fetty wap, and how victoria has this album on repeat. )

You've been in my car?

( she set the radio stations ahead of time... somehow...

he brings his fingers to his forehead, rubs away the headache that threatens to form there. )

What the... fuck are you doing, Max?

( he must be drunker than he thought. )

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what a cool way to show her powers!!

why thank you!!! I like coming up with stuff like this

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