It doesn't take long to get to the junkyard, as usual. It helps that they know shortcuts atvthis point, especially thanks to Max growing up in town, even if she left for 5 years. She was always saying how the town barely changed anyways. Rachel sighs and hops onto the hood of an old car, lying down. Her hair spreads out in a circle behind her head, almost looking like a halo, and she rests her hands on her stomach, legs dangling off the hood, feet unable to reach the floor unless she stretches, but that's just fine with her.
Without thinking, Max is already reaching for her camera. Once Rachel had made it clear she didn't mind having her picture taken whenever, it's hard to not find reasons to photograph her all the time. If it didn't sound so creepy, Max would almost call her a muse. She goes from a few different angles, but the top down shot she got from climbing on top of the cab of the car is her favorite, she knows it before the picture is even done developing. Absentmindedly, she wonders how many pictures of Rachel she could hang in her room without looking like a total obsessed freak.
Rachel chuckles at how quick Max always is to take pictures of her.
Hold on, I want to try something new for this batch.
Rachel sits up and sheds her sweater. She's done that a few times when she's felt it makes for a better shot. What she hasn't done before is start to take off her shirt immediately after, like she is right now.
Max immediately goes red, stammering.
W-what are you doing? I- are you sure?
Oh Jesus fuck, she's done for.
Rachel eventually takes off her shirt and laughs, still in a bra at least.
It's just the shirt for today, Strawberry. Just some advice I... Found. Sexy photos can really help a model's portfolio.
Max frowns.
I... don't know how I feel about this, even if you're technically legal. You don't need to strip to be attractive, your other stuff has turned out amazing without it
Aww, just a few?
Rachel gives Max her best puppy dog eyes.
I'll even take the pictures fir myself if you don't want them hanging around your room.
...Okay, if you're positive. I have no interest in this, for the record. You can have them for your portfolio
Max reluctantly gets back into position to take pictures, struggling to keep her hands from shaking she... Really is gorgeous, but it's a little worrying that she's so interested in this.
Rachel poses in ways she knows are tantalizing, throwing a couple winks at Max. Somehow, having Max take pictures of her like this is as good as when he does it. Better, in all honesty, but she can't say why.
Max blushes all the way down her neck, freckles even more stark against her skin. It's hard to remind herself that Rachel's just doing this for her portfolio, especially with those faces she's making.
If she wasn't sure Max was unfortunately, horrifyingly straight, Rachel would probably be flirting with Max right now.
when all is said and done Max has a number of good shots. They sit on the hood of another car, looking over them. The ones on the car, with Rachel still fully clothed, came out amazing. So did the rest, but... They leave a bit of a bad taste in her mouth. She seemed fairly used to it, despite her supposedly not having a photographer outside of Max. She can't help but wonder who suggested it to her. But it doesn't matter in the moment, as they sit shoulder to shoulder to examine them.
Not bad, for something impromptu like that
Helps that THE Max Caulfield took them.
Rachel smiles.
Max scoffs
come on, I keep telling you i'm not that good. See, the exposure's all off here, and the framing is a little weird. I have to get better at keeping you in focus
Max, they're perfect. You're perfect.
Rachel smiles and bumps against Max softly, still very much in just a bra, though she does pick up her shirt.
And, just when she thought she was over this, she's blushing again. Dog, what is it about Rachel that makes her so flustered? She's her friend, why is she so... Nervous? Anxious?
I... I have a good model.
Rachel chuckles.
You look like a strawberry when you blush, you know.
She sighs.
It's genetic, the freckles and the redness. My mom has it just as bad
Mmm, but I bet you're the cuter out of you two.
Rachel smirks and slips her shirt on finally.
It's like she wants Max to combust. Which, to be fair, she probably does. She seems to enjoy making Max squirm
Well I'd hope you don't find my mother attractive.
I don't know, I'll have to see her. Decide how much of a MILF she is myself.
Rachel grins.
Max wrinkles her nose, elbowing her.
Gross. Why do I put up with you?
Because you get to take pictures of my rockin bod.
Rachel snickers.
she groans, burying her head in her hands
Stooop. You're objectively pretty, that's just a fact. I take pictures of other stuff too!
True. You have mastered nature shots amd the selfie.
Rachel grins, but it seems far more sincere. She honestly likes how Max frames herself. It's such a unique perspective, though she does sometimes wish Max would capture some of the beautiful parts of her that Rachel sees.
I wouldn't say I've mastered, but I've had a ton of practice with them for sure. Speaking of...
She turns the camera back at them, leaning against Rachel slightly so they both are in view of the lense. The shutter clicks, and she holds the resulting photo tightly.
This one's wall worthy, I think
Don't want to hang up my boobs to fall asleep next to?
Rachel's smirks, teasing Max again.
...and now she's red again.
I-no, I'm not trying to be that kind of artist
I mean, isn't nude art, like, actual art? I hear plenty of stuffy rich folks buy it, but not because they're pervs. Well, mostly.
Rachel chuckles.
It is, but it's never really interested me. It's not the stuff I like to capture in my work, at least. A lot of pretentious people could talk your ear off about how it's the highest form of praise and worship for a model, but that's always felt pretty weird to me. Sometimes it's done with taste, but it's still a strange line to walk. But anyways, considering we're currently in highschool, and stuff like that isn't covered until college, it's not super relevant. I'd like to consider myself a little better than some sleazy jock with nudes in his locker or something
Hey, whatever floats your boat. I'm not really ashamed of my body, and it's not like I'm 17 anymore.
Max nods.
Fair enough. Just... Be careful, please.
I will be.
Rachel chuckles.
they sit in comfortable silence, for a while. Max finds herself fighting the urge to lean against Rachel as they sit side by side. Is it still to early in the friendship to want physical contact like that? Scratch that, when has she ever actively wanted to seek it out?
...is there anything else you wanted to do out here?
Mmm, I snatched one of my Dad's good whiskey bottles and stashed it in the hideout. Could go for getting a little wasted after fighting with Chloe like that.
i don't want to drink, but don't let me stop you. I don't have a problem with it, hanging out sounds good.
Rachel grins and heads into the brick building. She looks over at the graffiti, grimacing as she realize that Chloe had Kate write "Kate was here" below their names. She takes out a marker and hands to Max.
Here. You've been here enough times. Might as well add your name to the list.
Max does so, adding her name below Kate's. She and Chloe are cute, but nows not the time to mention that.
You guys are out here a lot, huh?
Chloe less so these days. Didn't think she'd have any opportunity to bring Kate out here honestly.
Rachel grabs the bottle of whiskey and pulls out the cork, flopping down on the couch in the little shack and taking her first swig.
What is she doing that she's so busy, these days? Aside from hanging out with Kate I mean.
She takes a seat on the couch by Rachel
Well, they put her on the basketball team around the same time.
Ah. She always has been unreasonably tall, she used to tease me about it. Sorry, I'll quit asking about her now
Preesh.
Rachel takes another swig of whiskey.
Max watches quietly.
Do you do this a lot? Get drunk out here, or at parties?
Mmm, define "a lot."
More than once a week?
Depends on how shitty said week has been.
Fair enough. I guess I'm just a little worried
I promise not to completely kill my kidneys. Or liver. Whatever dies from over drinking.
typically your liver. But it's appreciated, I'd prefer it if my first friend at Blackwell didn't dissapear after a month or two.
I don't plan on ever disappearing on you.
Max smiles softly
Good.
Rachel chuckles and pats the spot beside her on the couch as she drinks some more.
Max sits where she's indicated, struggling to keep her composure when Rachel leans against her.
