Confessions Over A Late Night Phone Call (фемслэш)

“Chloe? Are you okay?” Max asked immediately, more awake than ever. There was no reason that Chloe would call her at 4 in the morning unless something bad had happened.
“Yeah… no-I just…” Chloe started. She was so quiet…
“Is everything alright?” Max was seriously concerned now. Chloe wasn't acting her normal, punk self. She was calm, sad, tired. She was Chloe, but she wasn't Chloe at the same time.
“Yeah, I'm okay.” She replied, quieter than last time.
“Hm? Then why-”
“I was just thinking about you.” Her voice was little more than a whisper, but every word rang through Max like it was being played at a concert. Thinking about you…