We Use to Make Fun of Those Guys - Fights and Tights
Max-Thames and fights don't mix in Wyoming. They don't mix in high school either. But they happen, especially when your best friend finds out about your secret.
Hey! I'm back. What's up? Thanks to Asian Cutie for commenting, and all. You guys are my inspiration. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Thanks! Isn't my smiley face sexy? So it's Valentine's day tomorrow, and I have school off! Thank goodness! So, question, who do you wish your secret Valentine was? Anyone?
Oh, and Asian Cutie, the reason Max-Thames didn't break things and stuff is because he was raised to be very mundane when it came to anger. And he didn't move in with a friend because he while his friends are basically unlimited, he lacks true best friend material, in which he confides in with Kara.
~l***<++>***l~
It was February 14, and already boxes had come for Max-Thames to use, to pack up all his belongings. The date in question, had sort of sneaked up on him, but it wasn't like he had a girlfriend that he had to get anything for. He did however have a school dance, and he was most certainly going to go to that. It was a respectable thing, and hell, he might even dance to a slow song with a girl. Why not?
When the boxes first arrived, Max-Thames dreaded it. He thought of them as if they were poisonous snakes or something of that sort, and for the first few days, he acted as if they weren't there, but he couldn't act like that forever. The whole house was being packed and if he didn't get a move on, he would be left behind. Soon, though, he shrugged it off, and came downstairs to start packing things. First, he packed his books on his shelf, and marked them 'Max-Thames' Books,' then continued with his other stuff, that he wouldn't really need. This was tedious, as he had to pick what books he wouldn't need, what clothes he wouldn't need and so on, and so forth.
He still hadn't told Kara anything about moving. It didn't seem... right to tell her yet. Besides, every time he became somewhat close to telling her, he always chickened out and said something that was stupid or nonsensical, and that was completely and totally not like Max-Thames at all.
Max-Thames woke up at a regular time that Monday, unaware it was Valentine's day. What the hell was it about V-day anyway? What was so special? Besides the love and the Teddy bears and the other stuff. Maybe, just maybe Valentine's day was special, who could every know? He awoke at a regular time, got dressed, and ate a frozen waffle, that he tried to cook, but failed at it. It just didn't toast. Damn you, waffle. Then Max-Thames got on his bike and went off to school.
Math, as he started out with, was extremely tiring, and boring, and there was something, that he was pretty sure he was supposed to be paying attention to, but didn't, about the theory or hypothesis or anything, of having a triangle where A squared plus B squared equals C squared. History was full of idiotic maniacs who thought they ruled over everyone else jumping around the classroom in a psychotic frenzy. Science was, thankfully, somewhat interesting, as they class split into groups to put together a project by Friday. PE rolled around, and the next unit in that was football. Oh to joy. Max-Thames was begging that school would be over soon and by the time lunch came to town, he was cursing wildly at anyone that was on his bad side.
Finally, after extensive waiting, the sarcastically acclaimed dance was here! Max-Thames lined up on the appropriate side of the gym, and was let in quite immediately, and to no surprise, the dance sucked. Several girls had come up to Max-Thames out on the dance floor to grind, but Max-Thames wasn't that kind of guy, so he didn't comply. But what else in the world could he do?
Max-Thames left early, as to pursue Kara after he saw he leave. He didn't know why he did it, just that the thought of things crossed his mind, and he felt as if it were time to let the poor bastard cat out of the bag.
"Hey, Kara!" Max-Thames ran after her, calling her, when she was in shouting distance.
She turned around, a slight second later, sighed, and looked directly at him. Apparently she was not happy, and with the news he was bringing her, he couldn't blame her. "What?" she said frankly, in and upsetting tone.
"Uh, we should talk." Max-Thames decided before she could back out.
"Really, because I don't need to talk, I'm just fine with the way things are." Kara commented.
"Really now, cause that sarcastic tone say otherwise." Max-Thames shot back at her, oblivious to just why she was so upset. He hadn't yet told anyone he was moving, so Kara shouldn't know about anything.
"It's says nothing, just like you." Kara said, sneering at him.
"What are you made at me about?" Max-Thames asked, his hands gesturing at nothing.
"I'm mad at you because I can be. Free country remember?"
"No, not free country, taxes, and stuff."
"Well, whatever." Kara screwed her face, stuck her hands in her back pockets, and looked up as him with a hard face.
"Uh... a-an-and because? R-really."
"Yes, b-e-c-a-u-s-e, in all its glory."
"Oh come on, because isn't an answer. It's a word girls use to stay out of trouble."
"So now you're a stereotype too? It's nice to know that. What are you in total? A liar, a stereotype. What else, a stripper?"
"What? No! What-where did you get stripper?"
"I don't know, it's all a part of a grander plan, right!?!"
"Stop yelling at me!"
"Stop lying to me!" With that, she turned around and stomped off into the fading daylight. Soon it would be dark outside, and even in small towns, this place was a bit shady sometimes.
Max-Thames had to run to catch up with her, by the time he decided to go after her. She still had her arms crossed around her chest, and was still, by what Max-Thames could see, furious. Using the gentlest tone he could, he asked Kara, "How did you find out?"
She looked up at him for a second, and then started. "You weren't talking to me as you usually did, and it bugged me. I knew something was up. And then, a few days ago, my mom went to a function and your mom was there, and she was really drunk. She told my mom, and then, my mom told me."
"Oh."
"Oh is right," Kara said, looking down at her feet. "I don't like that you didn't tell me. We're best friends, for god's sake, when were you going to tell me?"
Max-Thames pause, as if waiting for the answer to fall out of the sky, and when it didn't , he stammered, "I-I... I guess I was waiting... you know, uh, for the, the right time and-and all."
"When was the right time? The night you were leaving?" Kara asked, going back to he unusual sarcastic tone.
"I don't know." Max-Thames simply stated. It was true too. The usually confidant side of him, had completely and totally crapped out on him, and he was replaced by mush and a bomb that was ever so ticking. That constant noise inside of him had scared him a lot, and it was an unusual feeling, being scared.
"I have to go now, I'll see you tomorrow." And she walked away, ever so simply.
"Kara!"Max-Thames called after her, but she kept walking, and he let it be. She would come back to him, because that was who she was.
Later that night, when all was dark, and there was no light illuminating from his bedroom from the outside, and very little light coming in through the curtains in his room, Max-Thames was laying in his cozy bed and was looking up at the ceiling. He was biting the inside of his mouth, on the bottom lip, but not quite. Lower than his lip, a kind of chewy part. Max-Thames was thinking about the dance, and about fighting with Kara. This was going to screw everything up. He wasn't use to fighting with her, and he didn't know what this meant for their friendship. He sighed and pursed his lips. What was he going to do?
A sudden, slight, familiar tapping at his window brought him back to reality and he dreaded getting up and going to see that single person in which he didn't really want to see at this second. However, he got up out of his bed, and went off to his window. He opened the blinds, and looked at Kara, who was sitting on the roof.
Max-Thames opened the window. "What do you want?"
"Don't be so harsh. I just wanna talk." Kara said, scooting closer to the window. "Can I come in?"
"Why?"
"Be... Er, like I said, I just wanna talk."
"Fine."
"So I can come inside?"
"I guess."
"Okay." she stated, and then, when Max-Thames stepped aside, she climbed in the window.
"What do you want to talk about?" He asked.
"I'm not mad at you, you know."
Max-Thames just stood there, silent, and he looked around the room before looking back at Kara, as if he was waiting for her to continue.
"I wanted to come by, to say sorry. And to say good-bye." She said and with a quaint gesture of the head, she walked back to the window and climbed back out.
Apparently they were still fighting.
Oh, and Asian Cutie, the reason Max-Thames didn't break things and stuff is because he was raised to be very mundane when it came to anger. And he didn't move in with a friend because he while his friends are basically unlimited, he lacks true best friend material, in which he confides in with Kara.
~l***<++>***l~
It was February 14, and already boxes had come for Max-Thames to use, to pack up all his belongings. The date in question, had sort of sneaked up on him, but it wasn't like he had a girlfriend that he had to get anything for. He did however have a school dance, and he was most certainly going to go to that. It was a respectable thing, and hell, he might even dance to a slow song with a girl. Why not?
When the boxes first arrived, Max-Thames dreaded it. He thought of them as if they were poisonous snakes or something of that sort, and for the first few days, he acted as if they weren't there, but he couldn't act like that forever. The whole house was being packed and if he didn't get a move on, he would be left behind. Soon, though, he shrugged it off, and came downstairs to start packing things. First, he packed his books on his shelf, and marked them 'Max-Thames' Books,' then continued with his other stuff, that he wouldn't really need. This was tedious, as he had to pick what books he wouldn't need, what clothes he wouldn't need and so on, and so forth.
He still hadn't told Kara anything about moving. It didn't seem... right to tell her yet. Besides, every time he became somewhat close to telling her, he always chickened out and said something that was stupid or nonsensical, and that was completely and totally not like Max-Thames at all.
Max-Thames woke up at a regular time that Monday, unaware it was Valentine's day. What the hell was it about V-day anyway? What was so special? Besides the love and the Teddy bears and the other stuff. Maybe, just maybe Valentine's day was special, who could every know? He awoke at a regular time, got dressed, and ate a frozen waffle, that he tried to cook, but failed at it. It just didn't toast. Damn you, waffle. Then Max-Thames got on his bike and went off to school.
Math, as he started out with, was extremely tiring, and boring, and there was something, that he was pretty sure he was supposed to be paying attention to, but didn't, about the theory or hypothesis or anything, of having a triangle where A squared plus B squared equals C squared. History was full of idiotic maniacs who thought they ruled over everyone else jumping around the classroom in a psychotic frenzy. Science was, thankfully, somewhat interesting, as they class split into groups to put together a project by Friday. PE rolled around, and the next unit in that was football. Oh to joy. Max-Thames was begging that school would be over soon and by the time lunch came to town, he was cursing wildly at anyone that was on his bad side.
Finally, after extensive waiting, the sarcastically acclaimed dance was here! Max-Thames lined up on the appropriate side of the gym, and was let in quite immediately, and to no surprise, the dance sucked. Several girls had come up to Max-Thames out on the dance floor to grind, but Max-Thames wasn't that kind of guy, so he didn't comply. But what else in the world could he do?
Max-Thames left early, as to pursue Kara after he saw he leave. He didn't know why he did it, just that the thought of things crossed his mind, and he felt as if it were time to let the poor bastard cat out of the bag.
"Hey, Kara!" Max-Thames ran after her, calling her, when she was in shouting distance.
She turned around, a slight second later, sighed, and looked directly at him. Apparently she was not happy, and with the news he was bringing her, he couldn't blame her. "What?" she said frankly, in and upsetting tone.
"Uh, we should talk." Max-Thames decided before she could back out.
"Really, because I don't need to talk, I'm just fine with the way things are." Kara commented.
"Really now, cause that sarcastic tone say otherwise." Max-Thames shot back at her, oblivious to just why she was so upset. He hadn't yet told anyone he was moving, so Kara shouldn't know about anything.
"It's says nothing, just like you." Kara said, sneering at him.
"What are you made at me about?" Max-Thames asked, his hands gesturing at nothing.
"I'm mad at you because I can be. Free country remember?"
"No, not free country, taxes, and stuff."
"Well, whatever." Kara screwed her face, stuck her hands in her back pockets, and looked up as him with a hard face.
"Uh... a-an-and because? R-really."
"Yes, b-e-c-a-u-s-e, in all its glory."
"Oh come on, because isn't an answer. It's a word girls use to stay out of trouble."
"So now you're a stereotype too? It's nice to know that. What are you in total? A liar, a stereotype. What else, a stripper?"
"What? No! What-where did you get stripper?"
"I don't know, it's all a part of a grander plan, right!?!"
"Stop yelling at me!"
"Stop lying to me!" With that, she turned around and stomped off into the fading daylight. Soon it would be dark outside, and even in small towns, this place was a bit shady sometimes.
Max-Thames had to run to catch up with her, by the time he decided to go after her. She still had her arms crossed around her chest, and was still, by what Max-Thames could see, furious. Using the gentlest tone he could, he asked Kara, "How did you find out?"
She looked up at him for a second, and then started. "You weren't talking to me as you usually did, and it bugged me. I knew something was up. And then, a few days ago, my mom went to a function and your mom was there, and she was really drunk. She told my mom, and then, my mom told me."
"Oh."
"Oh is right," Kara said, looking down at her feet. "I don't like that you didn't tell me. We're best friends, for god's sake, when were you going to tell me?"
Max-Thames pause, as if waiting for the answer to fall out of the sky, and when it didn't , he stammered, "I-I... I guess I was waiting... you know, uh, for the, the right time and-and all."
"When was the right time? The night you were leaving?" Kara asked, going back to he unusual sarcastic tone.
"I don't know." Max-Thames simply stated. It was true too. The usually confidant side of him, had completely and totally crapped out on him, and he was replaced by mush and a bomb that was ever so ticking. That constant noise inside of him had scared him a lot, and it was an unusual feeling, being scared.
"I have to go now, I'll see you tomorrow." And she walked away, ever so simply.
"Kara!"Max-Thames called after her, but she kept walking, and he let it be. She would come back to him, because that was who she was.
Later that night, when all was dark, and there was no light illuminating from his bedroom from the outside, and very little light coming in through the curtains in his room, Max-Thames was laying in his cozy bed and was looking up at the ceiling. He was biting the inside of his mouth, on the bottom lip, but not quite. Lower than his lip, a kind of chewy part. Max-Thames was thinking about the dance, and about fighting with Kara. This was going to screw everything up. He wasn't use to fighting with her, and he didn't know what this meant for their friendship. He sighed and pursed his lips. What was he going to do?
A sudden, slight, familiar tapping at his window brought him back to reality and he dreaded getting up and going to see that single person in which he didn't really want to see at this second. However, he got up out of his bed, and went off to his window. He opened the blinds, and looked at Kara, who was sitting on the roof.
Max-Thames opened the window. "What do you want?"
"Don't be so harsh. I just wanna talk." Kara said, scooting closer to the window. "Can I come in?"
"Why?"
"Be... Er, like I said, I just wanna talk."
"Fine."
"So I can come inside?"
"I guess."
"Okay." she stated, and then, when Max-Thames stepped aside, she climbed in the window.
"What do you want to talk about?" He asked.
"I'm not mad at you, you know."
Max-Thames just stood there, silent, and he looked around the room before looking back at Kara, as if he was waiting for her to continue.
"I wanted to come by, to say sorry. And to say good-bye." She said and with a quaint gesture of the head, she walked back to the window and climbed back out.
Apparently they were still fighting.
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