We Use to Make Fun of Those Guys - It Begins
With a few, no two, short words Max-Thames' life was considerably, over. How could they do this to him? Why. It just wasn't fair. Life wasn't fair.
He saw her everyday, no matter what. Regardless of either of them running late, to school, or to class, or either of them being sick, at home, even with the greatest of illnesses, he still saw her everyday. If she wasn't at school, he would wait out the day, managing to somehow make it though, until, the final bell rang out shrilly, and then he would race over to her house to bring her homework, and yogurt. If he had been sick, he would wait till the school day was done, sneak out of his room and meet her outside her house. This thing they had, had been going on for years, since they had first know each other, in grade eight, so why stop it now?
He even talked to her everyday, on the phone, or in person, cause he didn't like to text, no matter what kids were doing it. If it looked like he had no time in his schedule that day, she wouldn't call him, but he would always call her, and then be a little upset that she hadn't called, but he would always get over that. If it looked like she had no time in her day, he would always go to her house in the middle of the night, and they would talk for hours, just because he liked to be in her presence.
He had even saved her from quite a few dates, ones that had started out horrible, and continued on to be so, like the time the new kid, Jake, as her out. She had said yes, because everyone love the new kid, and had gone on the date with him. Immediately, she had been distraught, when he had come over to her house and took her to get pizza. She hated pizza. The rest of the date went sour, and eventually ended with Jake leaving the scene, Kara crying in the bathroom, until she called Max-Thames, and Max-Thames coming out to the pizza parlor to rescue her.
This, however, was unlike another date she had, where the guy was a total bad-ass, and completely left her in shambles, after she refused to do anything with him. He just walked out, like he owned the place, and she called Max-Thames right up, then and there, and he took her home, making sure she was really okay.
After that, Max-Thames had been Kara's shinning star, in which she put up on a golden pedestal. She even went to the lengths of reminding Max-Thames, very time he did something, that he was awesome, and that she wouldn't know what to do without him. Even when they fought, in the most stupidest of way, over a birthday present or something, he would usually let her win, because she was usually right most of the time. But, when the line was crossed, he would always stick it out, and refuse to talk to her, ending in a summer's time apart, when Max-Thames volunteered to go to summer camp, opposed to staying with Kara. This had left her with a sad summer, and Max-Thames with annoying 15-year-old girls who gawked over him.
Sometimes, if they went places where they weren't known by anyone at all, and they spent the whole day together, people would mistake them for a couple, and after pointing out that they were in fact, not together, things would be awkward for a few days. But then it would die down, and things would go back to normal.
Max-Thames' friends had learned to not joke around with that sort of thing, because in grade 9, when Hayden Cody, Max-Thames' best friend since kindergarten had accused Max-Thames of dating Kara, Max-Thames had boxed Hayden right in the nose. Hayden's nose had been gushing out blood and Max-Thames had nearly mauled him before any teacher had been involved. Max-Thames had injuries of his own, including a black eye, several scrapes and bruises, and a chipped tooth he had gotten when Hayden lifted his head and it had connected with Max-Thames' mouth, and caused a week in school suspension.
Kara's friends had learned not to joke around with her and Max-Thames either, because in grade 8, a girl who had asked her if she had been dating three guys the entire year, and she eventually screamed, 'No, what don't you get about no!!!?? Are you stupid or something? No, n-o, get it? I didn't date Seth, or Anthony, or Max-Thames, so no, as in never, as in not-going to happen, as in, you're a crazy-ass stupid person!' followed by a book flying though the air, and landing right on the girls' shocked face.
For Max-Thames, the day started out as normal as ever, as most worst-days-of-your-life do start out, with him waking up to an old clock radio his parents had bought him some years ago for graduating or a birthday. His black hair was sloppy and tangled, and his eyes were still half-shut and drooping. His clothes were wrinkled, and his face was still tired. The blankets and a sheet had sometime fallen onto the floor in the middle of the night and made an untidy pile next to his bed. A remaining sheet covered his lower body, and he groaned, dropping his head back down on his pillow.
Six in the morning was a bit earlier than usual for him, seeing as school didn't start till nine, but Max-Thames had a lot to do, from chores, to his before-school cup of coffee, and a cafe stop. He was a regular, and he would always wear his 'Sexy-cap' as many of the girls he saw throughout the day had called it.
He hardly spent anytime with his own mother and father, but that didn't mean he didn't love them, they just weren't in his life as much as others. He didn't mind very much; he had gotten use to the idea many years ago. This morning, however, was quite different.
He had gotten up and walked downstairs, clad in nothing but a Led-Zeppelin shirt and underwear, when his mother called to him, "Hey kiddo?"
"Holy Crap" Max-Thames started, but was cut off by his mother.
"Don't you dare even finish that sentence." Harmonic Mitchell, Max-Thames' mother, interrupted. His father, Jack Bryan Mitchell, was sitting right next her, with a almost-but-not-quite, grave look in his eyes and the basic facial features.
"Uh, yeah Mom, let me, uh, just go back..." and with that he ran back upstairs to put pants on. He grabbed his phone and dialed Kara's number, because it was morning, and his weirdo parents, who are never, ever home, were home.
"What?" Kara asked, obviously awakened by the call. In fact she said works quite like those.
"Hey." Max-Thames replied, waiting for her to be a little bit nicer. She would in a few seconds.
"Uh, yeah, hey," she said softer. "So, um, is there any reason to this call at this most ungodly hour? I mean, besides the obvious."
"Huh? Oh, yeah, um." Max-Thames started out, "My parents are home."
"Home? As in on the couch in the house?" Kara blurted out.
"Yeah!" Max-Thames continued. "They wanted to talk to me I guess, but I ran back upstairs."
Kara paused for a brief moment, before beginning again, "Why?"
"Cause I didn't have any pants on." And with that Kara broke out into a fit of morning giggles. It could be that she was still partially asleep, and that was why she was laughing, but Max-Thames knew what was really up. Back when the two of them had just met, one day in science class, they were working on a measuring project, and she hadn't meant to say it, but she did. 'Without your pants on.'
"Well, put some pants on and see what they want!" she said and hung up.
"Yeah, okay." he said into the dead phone, and he walked over to his drawer and put on a pair of gray jeans. They were pure, and had no holes, because holes in his pants just kinda pissed him off. Soon, though, he was traveling down the stairs, two at a time, and went he reached the ground floor, his parents were still just as silent as when he had come down earlier. Something big was going on.
"Ah, so runner is back." his father stated simply, with his arms folded at this chest.
Max-Thames looked at his mother, and then stated, "Yeah, I am. Why are you here?"
"Just checking in, and to" started his father, who by now was sitting forward, and completely stopped when swatted by Harmonic, who, had a dangerous look on her face.
"To what?" Max-Thames spoke, very slowly, in case he missed anything, because this... was all very sudden.
After a series of whispers, Harmonic and Jack had come to, what looked like a very, very, vague agreement to his mother, but a very successful agreement to his father. With a smug look on his face, Jack stated, as simple as two plus two; We're moving.
He even talked to her everyday, on the phone, or in person, cause he didn't like to text, no matter what kids were doing it. If it looked like he had no time in his schedule that day, she wouldn't call him, but he would always call her, and then be a little upset that she hadn't called, but he would always get over that. If it looked like she had no time in her day, he would always go to her house in the middle of the night, and they would talk for hours, just because he liked to be in her presence.
He had even saved her from quite a few dates, ones that had started out horrible, and continued on to be so, like the time the new kid, Jake, as her out. She had said yes, because everyone love the new kid, and had gone on the date with him. Immediately, she had been distraught, when he had come over to her house and took her to get pizza. She hated pizza. The rest of the date went sour, and eventually ended with Jake leaving the scene, Kara crying in the bathroom, until she called Max-Thames, and Max-Thames coming out to the pizza parlor to rescue her.
This, however, was unlike another date she had, where the guy was a total bad-ass, and completely left her in shambles, after she refused to do anything with him. He just walked out, like he owned the place, and she called Max-Thames right up, then and there, and he took her home, making sure she was really okay.
After that, Max-Thames had been Kara's shinning star, in which she put up on a golden pedestal. She even went to the lengths of reminding Max-Thames, very time he did something, that he was awesome, and that she wouldn't know what to do without him. Even when they fought, in the most stupidest of way, over a birthday present or something, he would usually let her win, because she was usually right most of the time. But, when the line was crossed, he would always stick it out, and refuse to talk to her, ending in a summer's time apart, when Max-Thames volunteered to go to summer camp, opposed to staying with Kara. This had left her with a sad summer, and Max-Thames with annoying 15-year-old girls who gawked over him.
Sometimes, if they went places where they weren't known by anyone at all, and they spent the whole day together, people would mistake them for a couple, and after pointing out that they were in fact, not together, things would be awkward for a few days. But then it would die down, and things would go back to normal.
Max-Thames' friends had learned to not joke around with that sort of thing, because in grade 9, when Hayden Cody, Max-Thames' best friend since kindergarten had accused Max-Thames of dating Kara, Max-Thames had boxed Hayden right in the nose. Hayden's nose had been gushing out blood and Max-Thames had nearly mauled him before any teacher had been involved. Max-Thames had injuries of his own, including a black eye, several scrapes and bruises, and a chipped tooth he had gotten when Hayden lifted his head and it had connected with Max-Thames' mouth, and caused a week in school suspension.
Kara's friends had learned not to joke around with her and Max-Thames either, because in grade 8, a girl who had asked her if she had been dating three guys the entire year, and she eventually screamed, 'No, what don't you get about no!!!?? Are you stupid or something? No, n-o, get it? I didn't date Seth, or Anthony, or Max-Thames, so no, as in never, as in not-going to happen, as in, you're a crazy-ass stupid person!' followed by a book flying though the air, and landing right on the girls' shocked face.
For Max-Thames, the day started out as normal as ever, as most worst-days-of-your-life do start out, with him waking up to an old clock radio his parents had bought him some years ago for graduating or a birthday. His black hair was sloppy and tangled, and his eyes were still half-shut and drooping. His clothes were wrinkled, and his face was still tired. The blankets and a sheet had sometime fallen onto the floor in the middle of the night and made an untidy pile next to his bed. A remaining sheet covered his lower body, and he groaned, dropping his head back down on his pillow.
Six in the morning was a bit earlier than usual for him, seeing as school didn't start till nine, but Max-Thames had a lot to do, from chores, to his before-school cup of coffee, and a cafe stop. He was a regular, and he would always wear his 'Sexy-cap' as many of the girls he saw throughout the day had called it.
He hardly spent anytime with his own mother and father, but that didn't mean he didn't love them, they just weren't in his life as much as others. He didn't mind very much; he had gotten use to the idea many years ago. This morning, however, was quite different.
He had gotten up and walked downstairs, clad in nothing but a Led-Zeppelin shirt and underwear, when his mother called to him, "Hey kiddo?"
"Holy Crap" Max-Thames started, but was cut off by his mother.
"Don't you dare even finish that sentence." Harmonic Mitchell, Max-Thames' mother, interrupted. His father, Jack Bryan Mitchell, was sitting right next her, with a almost-but-not-quite, grave look in his eyes and the basic facial features.
"Uh, yeah Mom, let me, uh, just go back..." and with that he ran back upstairs to put pants on. He grabbed his phone and dialed Kara's number, because it was morning, and his weirdo parents, who are never, ever home, were home.
"What?" Kara asked, obviously awakened by the call. In fact she said works quite like those.
"Hey." Max-Thames replied, waiting for her to be a little bit nicer. She would in a few seconds.
"Uh, yeah, hey," she said softer. "So, um, is there any reason to this call at this most ungodly hour? I mean, besides the obvious."
"Huh? Oh, yeah, um." Max-Thames started out, "My parents are home."
"Home? As in on the couch in the house?" Kara blurted out.
"Yeah!" Max-Thames continued. "They wanted to talk to me I guess, but I ran back upstairs."
Kara paused for a brief moment, before beginning again, "Why?"
"Cause I didn't have any pants on." And with that Kara broke out into a fit of morning giggles. It could be that she was still partially asleep, and that was why she was laughing, but Max-Thames knew what was really up. Back when the two of them had just met, one day in science class, they were working on a measuring project, and she hadn't meant to say it, but she did. 'Without your pants on.'
"Well, put some pants on and see what they want!" she said and hung up.
"Yeah, okay." he said into the dead phone, and he walked over to his drawer and put on a pair of gray jeans. They were pure, and had no holes, because holes in his pants just kinda pissed him off. Soon, though, he was traveling down the stairs, two at a time, and went he reached the ground floor, his parents were still just as silent as when he had come down earlier. Something big was going on.
"Ah, so runner is back." his father stated simply, with his arms folded at this chest.
Max-Thames looked at his mother, and then stated, "Yeah, I am. Why are you here?"
"Just checking in, and to" started his father, who by now was sitting forward, and completely stopped when swatted by Harmonic, who, had a dangerous look on her face.
"To what?" Max-Thames spoke, very slowly, in case he missed anything, because this... was all very sudden.
After a series of whispers, Harmonic and Jack had come to, what looked like a very, very, vague agreement to his mother, but a very successful agreement to his father. With a smug look on his face, Jack stated, as simple as two plus two; We're moving.
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