Once Upon A Time In Arcadia Bay

Max

December 9th, 2003

4:55 PM

Arcadia Bay, Oregon

Caulfield Residence

It was winter time in Arcadia Bay. The season of frost and the season of giving. I sit on the living room couch where our Christmas tree is lit, the fireplace lit, our stockings hung over the fireplace, and where I stare at the window gazing at the blanket of snow covering the front yard and the street between the neighborhood. I could see the snowman my Dad and I had put together in the yard and snow covering the roofs of other houses. Just another day, another frostbite.

I was a lonely girl. I had no friends to look after. No one to play with. No one to go willing with. No anything to do with anyone. I was an eight-year-old girl with no one but her mother and father to look up to. At least they would both look up to me. My mother walks into the living room seeing me stare at the cold window. Concerning my lonesomeness and tempting to cheer me up.

"Max, honey," she began. "You can't spend the whole day looking out the window. Why don't you find something to do?"

My mother walks out of the living room and returns to the kitchen where she cooks. I get off the couch just for one moment only to sit on the other couch in the living room. I grab the TV remote to watch some television. I turn on the TV to watch some Nickelodeon cartoons. My favorites were Spongebob Squarepants, Fairly Odd Parents, Hey Arnold, and Invader Zim. I enjoyed Spongebob and Invader Zim the most. I was obviously bored of every one of those cartoons since they were all reruns. I shut off the television and walked out of the living room.

I walked into the kitchen to see my mother cooking dinner. She looked busy, but I wanted to get her attention anyways. I tap my hand on my mother's back to get her attention.

"C'mon, Max," she replied. "I've got to get breakfast ready."

I pat her on the back again to get a less evasive response. She turns her head down to me to communicate.

"Hey, what's going on?" my mother asked.

"Nothing," I reply. "I...I just wanted...just wanted a hug."

My mother kneels down to my small height and wraps her arms around me. I wrap my small arms around her waist as she gently cuddles over me.

"Come here," she says. "All better now?"

I shake my head assuring my comfort.

"Okay, I gotta get back to work now," said Mom.

My mom resumes her work and I walk away. Then I walk up to the fridge to see the jar of cookies on top. I talk to mom again to ask for a cookie.

"Can I have a cookie?" I ask.

"It's almost breakfast time, sweetheart," she replied. "You eat a cookie now, you won't eat your dinner."

I walk out of the kitchen and into the corner of the house where I look out through another window where I can view the backyard. Like the front of the house, snow covered the backyard. I could see our light-up deer, the swing-set, and the slide on display. Another beautiful but dull sight in mind. I get off the chair I sit on when looking out the window to find something else to do if there was anything else to do at all.

I wanted to go outside and play, but I couldn't do that without my snow clothes. I stupidly try to walk out with out my snow clothes before my mother catches me opening the backdoor.

"Max, where are you going?" my Mom asked.

"Uh, nowhere," I answer. "I was just - looking outside."

I shut the backdoor and walk away. I walk upstairs to find something to do. I go to the bathroom upstairs to look in the mirror. I smile and grit my teeth open. I could see a little tar on my teeth and I just remembered that I forgot to brush them. Mom always told me to remember to brush my teeth every morning and I did just that. I got out my tooth brush, poured a little tooth paste and started brushing my teeth.

I smile in the mirror again with tooth paste stuffed in my mouth and my teeth cleaner than the last I checked them. I spit out the paste in the sink, rinsed my mouth with water, and my teeth were sparkly clean. Then I left the bathroom to find something else to do in the house.

I go to my bedroom to find something to do. I sit at my desk with crayons, paper, and pencil. Thought I could draw some pictures to get the boredom out of my system. I draw a picture with my pencil of a doe. A female deer. My favorite animal creature I've always adored my whole life. I draw it with a number two pencil color it with crayon. Just like every other doe I've drawn on paper.

After I'm done drawing, I lye down on my bed sheets and hold my stuffed doe in my arms. As I caress my plush doe and hug it gently, I turn my body left and right on the bed until I got bored of laying down. I get off the bed and set my stuffed spirit animal on the pillow. Then I found something even more fun to do than drawing and lying down on my bed sheets. I had Barbie dolls lying on the floor to play with. I hold onto the dolls to play around with them.

"Hey, Fairy Blossom," I say, playing with the dolls. "Do you want to come over to my house for tea? Oh, yes. I'd love to. Okey dokey. We'll go in my car."

I move the dolls around to the toy carriage I use as their car. Then put them in the carriage to ride in.

"Oh, I love your car! Yeah, I chose it myself and it goes really, really, fast!"

I move the toy carriage around back and fourth. Then I set the dolls on the toy tea table so they could have tea together.

"We're here! Come on, let's go! This way! What a beautiful house you have! Yes, I love it a lot. My husband gave it to me for my birthday."

I pretend to poor tea for my Barbie dolls with my plastic tea cup.

"Would you like some sugar in your tea, Fairy Blossom? Oh, no thanks. And how is your husband? He's good. He's working at the moment. Why he's so handsome."

I get bored of playing dolls in my room. Then I walk out of my room to find other things for a toddler to do outside her room. I go to my Dad's study where my Dad does paperwork on his computer. He was busy, but the little girl I am, I try talking to him.

"I'm busy, Max," said Dad. "Go find something to do."

I stare at my busy father blatantly. I just can never leave my parents alone, can I?

"I don't know why you're looking at me like that," said Dad. "But I'm sure you have better thing to do than what you're doing. Now go."

"Max, honey, would you do me a favor?!" my Mom called from downstairs. "Could you get me a bottle of oil from the garage?"

"Uh, sure, no problem!" I respond.

I do as I'm told and march down the steps back downstairs to help Mom get the oil. I get inside the garage to find the cooking oil Mom needed to make dinner. I reach for the oil stored on a shelf in the garage that was slimly higher than me. The gallon of oil was pretty heavy for a girl younger than ten, so I held onto it with both arms to carry it gently back into the kitchen for Mom.

I get in the kitchen and hand over the oil to my mother. I lift the heavy gallon of oil up for my Mom to reach and place on the counter.

"Thanks, sweetheart," said Mom.

My mother resumed her cooking and I walked out of the kitchen. Then my Mom made a suggestion of what I should do until dinner was ready.

"Hey, sweetheart," my Mother said. "Why don't you go outside and play? I'll call you when dinner's ready."

It was cold outside and I had to put on my winter clothing. I put on my coat, boots, scarf, gloves, and beanie to play outside in the snow. I walk out the back door into the backyard so I could be bored and freezing. There was nothing to do out in the cold other than play on the swing, kick the soccer ball, and go sliding on the slide. Then I hear voices of other children playing out in the street.

I take a peak through a hole in the fence of our yard and see a little boy talking a little girl. All the other children in the street appeared to be having a snowball fight. What if I went over there to play with them?

"Think I just found a way to have some fun," I said to myself.

I crawl through a hole in our fence to play with the other kids in street. There was a loose piece of plywood on our fence I used to walk out of the yard. A boy sees me walk into the snowy street.

"Hey, Max! Want to play with us?!" asked the boy. "C'mon, hurry up and hide then! You're gonna get creamed!"

I pick up some snow off the ground and form a snowball to start playing. I throw a couple of snowballs at the other boys and girls in the snowball fight. We all smile, laugh, and dash though the snow in our snowball fight as I get hit with snowballs myself and through snowballs at other children. Then the snowball fight gets a little rough towards my experience.

"You're dead, little girl!" shouted a boy chasing after me. "I got you!"

The boy tackles me from behind and smothers snow in my face.

"No! No, no, no!" I scream. "Let go of me! Stop!"

After snow is being smothered on me, a girl in the snowy street tosses a snowball at the boy and it hits him in the head. The girl who threw the snowball walks up to the boy and scolds him.

"Hey, doofus! She said let go of her!" the girl muttered.

The boy released me from his grasp and whined at the girl.

"Hey, I was only playing with her!" he complained. "Calm down!"

"You calm down! You smothered her face off you dork!"

"Have it your way then. I don't even feel like playing anymore."

The boy angrily pouted and walked away from everyone else. The rest of the children kept playing. The girl who intervened gave me a hand. I wipe the snow off my face and take the girl's hand. The girl standing next to me in her winter clothing was about an inch taller than me with long blonde hair, and a preciously attractive face. She was beautiful. She just saved me from a boy rough housing a little girl and it was love at first sight. Love immediately struck my face when it laid eyes on hers. She was an angel.

"You okay?" the girl asked.

"I'm fine," I reply. "Thank you. Who...who are you?"

"Chloe. Chloe Price. Who are you?"

"Maxine. Maxine Caulfield. You can call me, Max."

"Well, Maxine. Or...Max, whatever. You look like you could use a friend. That boy really gave you a beating didn't he?"

"You can say that. So, where you from, Chloe?"

"I'm just down the street not far from here. How bout you?"

"My house is right behind us. How do you do?"

"Fine. You have any friends?"

"No. Not really."

"Well, Max, you've got one now."

"Max, dinner time!" my Mother called from the house.

"Coming! Hey, Chloe, wait. Can you...can we meet each other tomorrow? I've always wanted a friend and I need one now!"

"Sure, Max. I'll come over. I'd do anything to be your friend. Deal?"

"Deal."

Note: Surprise everyone! This is my first LIS oneshot I've achieved in my work of fiction! So I took a small break from writing my ass out of myself from writing a Michael Bay LIS episode for those wanting the original drama roots of LIS and not action. As said in the description for this oneshot fic, it will feature character backstory, deleted chapters from other fics, short stories that are canon or non-canon to my fiction, etc.

This first oneshot is referenced from a chapter in Beyond Two Souls. I hope this backstory for the first time Pricefield see each other in their lives eye-to-eye was a great start for oneshots. I may be working more on future chapters completing the finale before I could write another oneshot.

Thank you!