(Are you guys fine with the fact that this whole fan fic is about 97% solely conversation????)

"Can we change the station?" (W)

"This is my favourite song." (V)

"Just because you have a horrible taste in music doesn't mean you can make us all suffer." (W)

"It's better than anything you've ever listened tO, GAYRAM!" (V)

Ah, car rides. The ultimate test to all friendships. I was staring out the window, but I could see the reflection of the other two.

"What do you think?" (V) If you ignore the bully, they will lose interest and leave you alone.

"Hello, are you even listening, Maxine?" (V) If you ignore the bully--

"She's deaf from this horrendous noise you call 'music'." (W)

I suddenly bashed my head into the dash. Victoria had decided to make an abrupt stop. Oh how glad I am for seat belts; totally work every single time.

"Get out of the car." (V) Are you fucking kidding me.

Rewind

"Sometimes, texts me, yeah." Warren looked up at me. "Hey, are you okay? Your nose is bleeding." He handed me a tissue. Knight in shining armour. I was legitimately about to write "armer". (I searched it up and google translate told me that armer it French for 'cock' im)

I took the tissue and smiled at him. "It's fine. Happens sometimes."

"Don't get blood on my car seats." How ever so kind of Miss Chase. The empathy, the care, the sympathy in her voice left me quivering, heart fluttering, mind racing. What did I do to deserve this action? Totally ex gratia.

Now that we were all seated, Victoria reached to turn on her car radio. I grabbed her hand.

"What if we just talked on the way?" I let her hand go. "As far as I know, you two are barely even acquaintances." For the better, but they don't know that yet.

This action will have consequences.

Wait, hold up, what the fuck is this?

This game is tailored by how you play--

Who the hell are you? Get out of my life.

I'm the narrator, you can't tell me to just leave--

Bitch I'm my own narrator, who does this person think they are? Blocked.

...

Anywhore. Back to my story:

"Talked? About what?" Victoria started the engine and pulled out of the parking spot.

"Everybody, let's play a game. Let's play some 'never have I ever'." This will either be good, or go horribly wrong (again). In any case, I need to know all juicy details about these people. Warren groaned in the background.

"Okay, okay, I like that. I'll start." Victoria looked into the mirror, at Warren. Oh shit.

"Never have I ever," she paused, pretending to think. "Had gay thoughts about Nathan Prescott."

"Okay now, I object to this." Warren sat up in his seat. "Obviously you never had gay thoughts for him, because if you did, those thoughts would be 'straight'. You can't have gay thoughts if you're a..." I'm not going to write all this shit down omg. I stepped in.

"Never have I ever..." Warren shut up. "Had thoughts about Nathan Prescott." Victoria smirked at me. Expose him, expose him, expose him--

"At all? Aren't you basically thinking of him right now--"

"Romantic thoughts about Nathan Prescott."

"How would you define, 'romantic'? Now that's the question. Isn't it all different--" high school English class, the place where they teach children how to skilfully bullshit their way out of confessing something they don't want to.

"Let's talk about something else then, You killjoy!" I rolled my eyes.

"Now I'm not going to name any names," Victoria said as she made direct eye contact with Warren. "But I think somebody currently in this car might want to know: Nathan is actually just putting up an act. He's not really all the "whatthefuckever" total badass."

"Why are we talking about Nathan?" The nerd in the backseat sighed and covered his flustered face. "I like somebody else. I'm straight." Brb yodelling. How would you define, 'straight'? Now that's the question.

"We didn't say you like him, Warren. You thought of that yourself. Interesting thought, actually. Never came to my mind, but--" we bully him the entire car ride, but he would still not rather go to the movies with Brooke.

"Let's see if this car ride can pass the Bechdel test!"

"But YOU'RE a man."

"Pretend I'm not here. I'm going to sit back, with my earphones, okay?" We nodded and looked on forward. He put in his earphones.

Couple seconds later. "He is so gay. I can't stress this enough." (V) Fuck the Bechdel test.

"Oh my dog, we found something we can bond over; let's hook them up." (M)

"You are actually smarter than you look, hipster. I'm impressed. You're responsible for Warren, I'll tell you what Nathan's into--" (V)

"STOP! WE'RE HERE!" The scientist bolted up in his seat, ripping his earphones out of his earholes faster than any jock could say "no homo" when they drop the soap in the school showers.

Chloe was already there, standing akimbo, staring at us all from a distance. Let's break it down one more time. Chloe could not have possibly walked so far from her house, it's Chloe, come on. Her truck is no where to be seen, and it wouldn't make sense for there to be two cars anyway because we were all hanging out together. In conclusion, where did this blue bisexual come from?

We had half an hour before the movie would start, so I, along with the rest of the hoes, got out of the car.

"What'd I miss?" My favourite girlfriend hugged me.

"We spent the entire car ride discussing Warren's flaming sexuality." Just to sum it all up.

"Aw, I'm hella proud of you, nerd! I can finally accept you into my friend circle. Gay is the way!" Che hugged him.

"I'm not gay!" (W)

"Bisexual? Amazeballs, that's basically all of Blackwell. Welcome to the club!" (C)

"No!" (W)

"Pan. Heck yeah, dude. Fabulous." (C)

"Why is nobody listening to me? I--" (W)

"Poly? Nice, nice. You're suddenly hella more interesting. We can discuss way more stuff now--" (C)

"I'm straight!" (W) Chloe narrowed her eyes at him in thought. She glanced at Vic and I behind him.

'Really?' She mouthed. I shrugged.

'Absolutely not.' Vic mouthed back.

"Suuuuuuure." Chloe grinned and backed away slowly. She turned on her heel and admired Victoria's car. I'm no mechanic, I classify cars into two grades: good, and shitty. According to all my calculations, this was a pretty good car.

"Sick ride." She got in like it's her second home, immediately making herself comfortable. Warren went to tune in the radio. Victoria was rubbernecking outside the car, examining the other vehicles. Something rich people do, I guess. She looked down at her phone and wrote out a reply to a text message.

Speak of texting, Dana felt as if she was compelled to check on me.

Dana: hey max
Dana: how is ur date going

Me: movie didn't even start, don't know yet

Dana: Look I don't care about the movie, give me some details
Dana: anything
Dana: interesting
Dana: happen on the way(;(;(;(;

Me: oh no
Me: movies starting
(No it's not)
Me: ttyl

Dana: i put protection in your purse stay safe!!!xoxo

Warren was finished tuning in the radio, and whilst trying to leave the car, he bumped his head against the roof. This poor child. He offered me a dumb smile when he noticed me watching him. I laughed and got in the car seat beside Chloe.

"Hey Max?" (C)

"Yeah?"

She shook her head for a moment. "I see what's happening here." Watch out, if my biological mother isn't here to give me lectures, it's Chloe. "You're just too good for Warren. You're better than all of those Blackwell kids."

"Those Blackwell kids' make up almost all of my friends. Who do I deserve, then?" The entire time I stared at this piece of hair that was falling in front of Chloe's eyes. Does this not bother her? Would it be super weird for me to just...put that strand away? Is she noticing that I'm staring at her hair? Shit. Okay focus, Max. No wonder your education is on the brink of the trash can. Concentration span level is at -198%.

"What about me?" She winked at me, grinning. Friendly jokes(: she's so funny(: just gals being pals(: aren't we just friendship goals(:

"I know you kind of don't like Warren, but he's not bad. He's a dork, obviously. You two could get along." I drummed my fingers along my car seat.

"It's not that I don't like him Max, please. How could you even think that?" Her expression was painted hurt. "I hate him." Whomp, there it is.

Victoria sat in the front seat, and, wowser, Warren sat in the back with us. And now, the movie was starting.

The conversation kind of died down. We ordered snacks, which Chloe low-key praised and glorified like they had just saved her life. Something that became painfully obvious is that Victoria only tagged along because of me. She said she didn't care as long as she was spending time with me prior to this actually happening, but I thought she was just being weird with me. She scrolled through instagram the whole time.

My glance moved sidewards till I was basically staring at her. You know, you see all those posts online that go , "onfg I'm so gay!!!!! So gay omg!!!!!" And you think, 'okay yeah, you're gay. Nobody goes around saying "omg I'm so straight!!11!!!!" This is just weird'. But I am??so???gay?

It was like if *Dog* himself thought that this was just too sinful, (gosh, think about the children Max!) and suddenly, I felt Warren's arm around my shoulders. Biting my lip, I huddled in closer.

"Max..." I heard him whisper softly into my ear. "Will you be my girlfriend?" He pulled out a ring from his pocket--

I felt tears well up in my eyes. The ring was shining in the evening sun, almost blinding. It's a fucking strawberry ring pop. This was just too overwhelming. Nobody has ever given me gifts like this. How could anybody possibly resist this sort of luxury? Take me away right now.

"Yes!"

In the next entry

Tea party with Kate

(Note: this basically ended with Max becoming Warren's gf ayyy(;;; BUT in the next entry, it's like if this event didn't happen in the first place, different timeline, etc. I hope to get around to most ships suggested((; )