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“Allison!” Katherine exclaimed at the sight of the other girl, putting on her best Elena Gilbert voice as she made sure she looked more doe eyed. She knew she’d compelled Allison to think she was Elena whenever they’d run into one another and Katherine felt like having some fun with that now. But she also wanted to be convincing, so she had to remember the details about her dead and boring doppelganger as well. As she approached the brunette, Katherine came to a halt in front of her, that sweet and innocent smile still decorating her lips. “Hey, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Are you doing okay?”

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Max was done with the supernatural and floods. She wanted normal, and though her normal was quite different from the norms of others, she wanted it back. And recently, that somehow involved Allison. Honestly, Max wasn’t sure what to do with the other woman. Things usually went differently - they were friends who slept together, or they were just booty calls. Never had she actually done something so long term. Well, maybe over a month, but that was long term in Maxine’s eyes. It wasn’t even about just the sex, and that was the strangest bit of all. Needless to say, the situation was confusion, and she wasn’t entirely sure of how she felt about it; about her. However, that didn’t stop her from knocking on Allison’s door, holding up a pack of beers when it was answered. “Hey Darlin’ - thought I’d come by an’ remind ya bein’ wet’s more fun with me around.” She walked passed Allison, leaning in to kiss her neck as she walked by, then turned to toss her a small box. “Also, thought you could help with that, ‘cause I ain’t patient enough to do it myself.” It was hair dye, and apparently an excuse to come over.

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Maxine was literally shaking, and she was actually convinced it was her entire body and not just her hands. She had no idea what the hell just happened and what she saw, but nothing was logically adding up in her mind, and there was really only one person she could turn to who may of had the answers. She didn’t even know if Allison would forgive her. If Max had even been wrong. Maybe this was a mistake. Except a shaking hand banged rather loudly and quickly on the door. She didn’t know why, but she was worried she may of been followed. A firm and rather obvious bruise of a handprint was across her neck already, though since the blonde didn’t bruise easily, she didn’t know it was there. She banged on the door again, trying to make sense of her shattering world of logic.

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