We Use to Make Fun of Those Guys - Mistakes Best Made Later
Following the aftermath of everything, Max-Thames and Kara are nonetheless still fighting. We also get some history on a few friends of Max-Thames, and learn a surprising rumor, true or not.
Hey loyal fans!!! So what's up? I'm sitting in my living room listening to music so loud I'll probably go deaf, watching television, reading a book, and typing. Such an interesting life huh? Damn you waffle. Inside joke... I find it funny. Happy Sunday!
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Max-Thames woke up late that morning, after having a terrible dream that everyone at school died after an apple bomb went off. And for a second, he didn't know where he was, and he believed everyone had actually died. You know how it is when you wake up in a strange place and you think that everything that happened the night before was all a bed dream? That is exactly how Max-Thames felt, except he was in his own bed, in the house he had been raised in. He, however, even debated not getting out of bed, and not going to school to make Kara worry that on the way to school he felt bad enough to fling himself off a bridge. But he got up anyway.
He was in red and black plaid boxers and when he pulled the blanket off, he immediately felt the cold of the morning, and looked around the room for his pair of gray pants, to where his pants were lazily slung over the stolen dining room chair. He groggily pull them on, then opened his drawer to pull out a regular Vans shirt. He sighed, and went to the bathroom to put on deodorant, brush his messy hair, and brush his teeth. He ate a pop tart, then headed out the door.
When he arrived at school, Kara didn't even noticed him, but just stood talking. That hurt.
Max-Thames sighed inwardly. He had been doing that a lot of late - sighing - and it sorta bugged him. What was the point? If he needed to sigh, it was most likely a sign that his was sad or upset or in love. Well, of course he was sad, Max-Thames was moving to a town in the middle of freaking nowhere. He was upset because they were making him leave his junior year, and he would have to say goodbye to his friends way earlier than he thought he would. But the on thing that he wasn't, was in love. That didn't bug him so much as he thought it would, but still, the thought of love was a bit absurd.
"Max, you there buddy?" asked one of the friends he had acquired by being friends with someone else. This kid, Jordan, was blond, and short, but he had a cool purple backpack with the initials BP written on one of the straps. Max-Thames knew that story well.
"Huh, yeah, I'm here." Max-Thames said quickly. "And what did I tell you. My name's Max-Thames."
Jordan looked at him for a few seconds, and then stated that they should go play basketball.
"Yeah." Max-Thames replied.
"Let's go then." Jordan said, already starting his walk, leaving Max-Thames by himself. He hurried over to the basketball court, where Jon, Austin, and Dallas were already playing.
As they walked over, Max-Thames thought about BP. Brendan Polling, Jordan's eldest brother, who, at the cruel age of 15, was teased by the soccer captain for being short or something of that sort. Then the soccer captain beat him up, real bad too, a whole lot of cuts and bruises, and left him for dead in the street. After that, he was taken to the hospital, and everyone thought he was doing so good, but... then he committed suicide a few weeks later. Left behind, Jordan and his mom, and a girlfriend. Max-Thames hadn't been directly involved with Brendan, he had only been 12 at the time it happened, but he had known Jordan, and Jordan, he had been hit real hard with it.
Sudden flashbacks of Jordan came to Max-Thames. It had been horrific, when Jordan was called up to the office. Later when he got back, he said that Brendan hadn't made it to school, and that people were looking for him. Jordan wasn't upset, he was just being Jordan, until they found Brendan's body, in the river, a few miles away from his bike. Then Jordan started bawling. His only brother had died, and three months before, his father had been killed by a thug.
Thinking about it, Jordan had been through way more than Max-Thames had, and when Jordan slipped up, Max-Thames shouldn't get that mad. Sure Jordan had been through a lot, but Max-Thames had been through stuff too.
When he was 3, Max-Thames had actually had an older brother. His name was Matthew, and even though Max-Thames didn't know him that well, he had still known him, and he had still been his older brother. But, anyway, Matt had been 7 when Max-Thames was born, and when Max-Thames was 3, him and Matt had gone out in the yard and were playing. When their ball went out into the street, Matt went after it, and, he just never came back. Sometimes, late at night, when the moon is up and the sky is clear, Max-Thames wonders if Matt is out there. Somewhere.
Thinking of flashback, he remembered Austin and Dallas. The two of them sure looked alike, both having blond hair that was grown out, not long, just down to the ears, both had the strangest eye color, not hazel, not green, not blue, and not brown. More like a combination of all of them, mixed with yellow. They were even of the same height, and weight, so if you weren't careful, you could easily get mixed up and think Austin was Dallas and Dallas was Austin. Their names even came from the same state, but in no way were they related.
And then there was Jon. Jon was his own single guy, but he fit into the normal teen status well enough. He was lanky, and had short hair, so short you almost couldn't tell it was blond, and boy, could he play basketball. But he was also his own self, liking his own type of music, and eating whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. And he wasn't all jock either, he was smart. At first Max-Thames thought he was not so smart, but he was in advanced math classes, so he turned out to be super smart.
The rest of the day went by in a boring haze, seeing as nothing was quite so interesting. Math, was as boring as usually, seeing as they were still working on the Pythagorean Therm, and Mr. Clark just seemed to drone on and on and on, about how important this therm was, and how it would show up on all the important tests. Then, they were given a worksheet to complete. In History, there was a substitute, and Max-Thames had exactly nothing to do, seeing as he had done everything the night before, or in the past, so he just sat there, trying to read, but not really ready to succeed. In science, the same thing happened, except he had no substitute. It got bad enough, that when they played football in PE, Max-Thames actually sat the whole game out. That was completely unusual.
Max-Thames half expected that Kara would sit next to him like usual, but, he knew that she wouldn't forgive him, as she decided to sit far away from him with her own little group. She almost never sat with them, but she needed a female opinion on some things, like what she should wear on date and that crap.
The rest of the day went by so fast, Max-Thames could hardly comprehend what was happening till the moment the bell let them out for school to finally be over. He had no homework whatsoever, so he decided that he would go home and listen to those Brits across the pond perform music. Scouting for Girls was always good for when he was down, and right now, he was really, really down.
He hadn't known for how long, or even if it was true. but it seemed that on the way home, a car, FBI standard issue SUV had been following him. Maybe it was just his imagination overacting, as it always was. Maybe he was going crazy, and would get put into an insane asylum. Maybe the feds were out to get him for some reason. Whatever the reason, it just felt awkward.
Three weeks had passed since the last time that Kara had talked to Max-Thames, meaning it was well into March. Most of the things in the Mitchell house had been packed up long ago, and whatever was left, wasn't a lot. And, at first, Max-Thames thought that in a few days things would go back to normal, that Kara would talk to him, and then things would be good between them. That way he could tell her all about his bad dreams and his crap. Unfortunately, this didn't occur, and those short three weeks felt like three eternal years. But, as it always does, Kara refused to talk to him.
Meanwhile, Max-Thames had problems of his own, problems that were very, very, bad. It had just happened, that Austin, had been on his way to see Lindsey, when he had run into a few girls in the hall that were whispering psychotically. Austin overheard, and ran back to Max-Thames to report. "...see, a girl, Emma, had started a rumor, that you, Max-Thames and her were going out."
"Where the hell did these girls get started with these rumors? This is so stupid, it 's dangerous, this, this is how conspirators start, they get an early start in high school, starting rumors and such, and next thing you know, they say the president got shot, and millions of people go into hiding, and the FBI and CIA have to take care of everything. ." Jon replied, shoving a piece of gum in his mouth. He sometimes had a blabber mouth and an active imagination.
Max-Thames looked back to Austin, and asked, "What Emma? Emma Buren, or Emma Kurosawa?"
"Emma Kurosawa, man. And boy, it looks like the rumor got to all the ladies around here. I even got it." Dallas stated, sitting down at the table. Max-Thames looked up at all the girls and saw something in their eyes. Confusion? Hatred? Both, possible?
Max-Thames looked over at Kara, and for the first time in weeks, she finally looked back at him. "Hey guy, I'm going to go clear this up and such. I'll see you later Dallas." Max-Thames got up from the table, flung his backpack over his shoulder, and started off towards the field.
"Tall man, that one." Dallas said as soon as Max-Thames was out of earshot.
"I think you mean, 'Brave man, that one.' Dallas." Austin said a couple of seconds later, still staring at Max-Thames' disappearing figure.
"No, no, I defiantly mean tall man." Dallas answered, and turned back to his pizza.
"Whatever you say Dallas, I'm still taller," Jon replied, and the group disperse to go spy on Max-Thames, and his new 'girlfriend'.
Emma Kurosawa had known Max-Thames for 10 years, back when they were in 2nd grade. She had come over to Wyoming after spending all her life in California, the land of greener grass and sex on a beach, by Katy Perry's guess of it.
She was kinda pretty, and looked completely and totally white, not Asian in any way. However when her step-father married her mom, he also brought the last name Kurosawa, and dumped it on her. Usually she had her hair in a messy ponytail, with a few strands of hair in her eyes. She had her iPod with her at all times, and despite her looks she was a star student and an excellent athlete. That is why, for Max-Thames, it was so hard to believe she had started the rumor.
She was sitting on the outside bleachers, surrounded by some of her most random friends, and they were all just talking and listening to music, as if they didn't have a care in the world. And that was almost right. But not quite.
"Emma?" Max-Thames asked as he arrived at the very edge of the bleachers.
She looked up a second, then all of her friends start to whisper excitedly. Apparently they too, knew something was going on with him and Emma, and that bugged him.
"What do ya want, Max." she stated as soon as he had pulled her away from the girls. Still though, they were leaning over the bleachers side rails, trying to listen in on the conversation. A bit creepy, really.
Max-Thames cringed when Emma said 'Max' instead of his full name. That bugged him too, but he continued on. "Why did you... well, that rumor... that you and me... are together..." he tried to piece together.
"What?" and she gave a real look of confusion. Then, like a light bulb, it went off in her head, "Oh that? No, that wasn't me. That was... Terrie, she over there, at the top most of the group." and Emma pointed to a girl in all pink, who wasn't trying to listen in on the conversation.
"Great, one of those." Max-Thames said out loud, and sighed. He slowly start to make his way over to the bleachers, while many girls were still watching him. They made a path for him, but he could still feel their eyes on him. What a day it was.
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Max-Thames woke up late that morning, after having a terrible dream that everyone at school died after an apple bomb went off. And for a second, he didn't know where he was, and he believed everyone had actually died. You know how it is when you wake up in a strange place and you think that everything that happened the night before was all a bed dream? That is exactly how Max-Thames felt, except he was in his own bed, in the house he had been raised in. He, however, even debated not getting out of bed, and not going to school to make Kara worry that on the way to school he felt bad enough to fling himself off a bridge. But he got up anyway.
He was in red and black plaid boxers and when he pulled the blanket off, he immediately felt the cold of the morning, and looked around the room for his pair of gray pants, to where his pants were lazily slung over the stolen dining room chair. He groggily pull them on, then opened his drawer to pull out a regular Vans shirt. He sighed, and went to the bathroom to put on deodorant, brush his messy hair, and brush his teeth. He ate a pop tart, then headed out the door.
When he arrived at school, Kara didn't even noticed him, but just stood talking. That hurt.
Max-Thames sighed inwardly. He had been doing that a lot of late - sighing - and it sorta bugged him. What was the point? If he needed to sigh, it was most likely a sign that his was sad or upset or in love. Well, of course he was sad, Max-Thames was moving to a town in the middle of freaking nowhere. He was upset because they were making him leave his junior year, and he would have to say goodbye to his friends way earlier than he thought he would. But the on thing that he wasn't, was in love. That didn't bug him so much as he thought it would, but still, the thought of love was a bit absurd.
"Max, you there buddy?" asked one of the friends he had acquired by being friends with someone else. This kid, Jordan, was blond, and short, but he had a cool purple backpack with the initials BP written on one of the straps. Max-Thames knew that story well.
"Huh, yeah, I'm here." Max-Thames said quickly. "And what did I tell you. My name's Max-Thames."
Jordan looked at him for a few seconds, and then stated that they should go play basketball.
"Yeah." Max-Thames replied.
"Let's go then." Jordan said, already starting his walk, leaving Max-Thames by himself. He hurried over to the basketball court, where Jon, Austin, and Dallas were already playing.
As they walked over, Max-Thames thought about BP. Brendan Polling, Jordan's eldest brother, who, at the cruel age of 15, was teased by the soccer captain for being short or something of that sort. Then the soccer captain beat him up, real bad too, a whole lot of cuts and bruises, and left him for dead in the street. After that, he was taken to the hospital, and everyone thought he was doing so good, but... then he committed suicide a few weeks later. Left behind, Jordan and his mom, and a girlfriend. Max-Thames hadn't been directly involved with Brendan, he had only been 12 at the time it happened, but he had known Jordan, and Jordan, he had been hit real hard with it.
Sudden flashbacks of Jordan came to Max-Thames. It had been horrific, when Jordan was called up to the office. Later when he got back, he said that Brendan hadn't made it to school, and that people were looking for him. Jordan wasn't upset, he was just being Jordan, until they found Brendan's body, in the river, a few miles away from his bike. Then Jordan started bawling. His only brother had died, and three months before, his father had been killed by a thug.
Thinking about it, Jordan had been through way more than Max-Thames had, and when Jordan slipped up, Max-Thames shouldn't get that mad. Sure Jordan had been through a lot, but Max-Thames had been through stuff too.
When he was 3, Max-Thames had actually had an older brother. His name was Matthew, and even though Max-Thames didn't know him that well, he had still known him, and he had still been his older brother. But, anyway, Matt had been 7 when Max-Thames was born, and when Max-Thames was 3, him and Matt had gone out in the yard and were playing. When their ball went out into the street, Matt went after it, and, he just never came back. Sometimes, late at night, when the moon is up and the sky is clear, Max-Thames wonders if Matt is out there. Somewhere.
Thinking of flashback, he remembered Austin and Dallas. The two of them sure looked alike, both having blond hair that was grown out, not long, just down to the ears, both had the strangest eye color, not hazel, not green, not blue, and not brown. More like a combination of all of them, mixed with yellow. They were even of the same height, and weight, so if you weren't careful, you could easily get mixed up and think Austin was Dallas and Dallas was Austin. Their names even came from the same state, but in no way were they related.
And then there was Jon. Jon was his own single guy, but he fit into the normal teen status well enough. He was lanky, and had short hair, so short you almost couldn't tell it was blond, and boy, could he play basketball. But he was also his own self, liking his own type of music, and eating whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. And he wasn't all jock either, he was smart. At first Max-Thames thought he was not so smart, but he was in advanced math classes, so he turned out to be super smart.
The rest of the day went by in a boring haze, seeing as nothing was quite so interesting. Math, was as boring as usually, seeing as they were still working on the Pythagorean Therm, and Mr. Clark just seemed to drone on and on and on, about how important this therm was, and how it would show up on all the important tests. Then, they were given a worksheet to complete. In History, there was a substitute, and Max-Thames had exactly nothing to do, seeing as he had done everything the night before, or in the past, so he just sat there, trying to read, but not really ready to succeed. In science, the same thing happened, except he had no substitute. It got bad enough, that when they played football in PE, Max-Thames actually sat the whole game out. That was completely unusual.
Max-Thames half expected that Kara would sit next to him like usual, but, he knew that she wouldn't forgive him, as she decided to sit far away from him with her own little group. She almost never sat with them, but she needed a female opinion on some things, like what she should wear on date and that crap.
The rest of the day went by so fast, Max-Thames could hardly comprehend what was happening till the moment the bell let them out for school to finally be over. He had no homework whatsoever, so he decided that he would go home and listen to those Brits across the pond perform music. Scouting for Girls was always good for when he was down, and right now, he was really, really down.
He hadn't known for how long, or even if it was true. but it seemed that on the way home, a car, FBI standard issue SUV had been following him. Maybe it was just his imagination overacting, as it always was. Maybe he was going crazy, and would get put into an insane asylum. Maybe the feds were out to get him for some reason. Whatever the reason, it just felt awkward.
Three weeks had passed since the last time that Kara had talked to Max-Thames, meaning it was well into March. Most of the things in the Mitchell house had been packed up long ago, and whatever was left, wasn't a lot. And, at first, Max-Thames thought that in a few days things would go back to normal, that Kara would talk to him, and then things would be good between them. That way he could tell her all about his bad dreams and his crap. Unfortunately, this didn't occur, and those short three weeks felt like three eternal years. But, as it always does, Kara refused to talk to him.
Meanwhile, Max-Thames had problems of his own, problems that were very, very, bad. It had just happened, that Austin, had been on his way to see Lindsey, when he had run into a few girls in the hall that were whispering psychotically. Austin overheard, and ran back to Max-Thames to report. "...see, a girl, Emma, had started a rumor, that you, Max-Thames and her were going out."
"Where the hell did these girls get started with these rumors? This is so stupid, it 's dangerous, this, this is how conspirators start, they get an early start in high school, starting rumors and such, and next thing you know, they say the president got shot, and millions of people go into hiding, and the FBI and CIA have to take care of everything. ." Jon replied, shoving a piece of gum in his mouth. He sometimes had a blabber mouth and an active imagination.
Max-Thames looked back to Austin, and asked, "What Emma? Emma Buren, or Emma Kurosawa?"
"Emma Kurosawa, man. And boy, it looks like the rumor got to all the ladies around here. I even got it." Dallas stated, sitting down at the table. Max-Thames looked up at all the girls and saw something in their eyes. Confusion? Hatred? Both, possible?
Max-Thames looked over at Kara, and for the first time in weeks, she finally looked back at him. "Hey guy, I'm going to go clear this up and such. I'll see you later Dallas." Max-Thames got up from the table, flung his backpack over his shoulder, and started off towards the field.
"Tall man, that one." Dallas said as soon as Max-Thames was out of earshot.
"I think you mean, 'Brave man, that one.' Dallas." Austin said a couple of seconds later, still staring at Max-Thames' disappearing figure.
"No, no, I defiantly mean tall man." Dallas answered, and turned back to his pizza.
"Whatever you say Dallas, I'm still taller," Jon replied, and the group disperse to go spy on Max-Thames, and his new 'girlfriend'.
Emma Kurosawa had known Max-Thames for 10 years, back when they were in 2nd grade. She had come over to Wyoming after spending all her life in California, the land of greener grass and sex on a beach, by Katy Perry's guess of it.
She was kinda pretty, and looked completely and totally white, not Asian in any way. However when her step-father married her mom, he also brought the last name Kurosawa, and dumped it on her. Usually she had her hair in a messy ponytail, with a few strands of hair in her eyes. She had her iPod with her at all times, and despite her looks she was a star student and an excellent athlete. That is why, for Max-Thames, it was so hard to believe she had started the rumor.
She was sitting on the outside bleachers, surrounded by some of her most random friends, and they were all just talking and listening to music, as if they didn't have a care in the world. And that was almost right. But not quite.
"Emma?" Max-Thames asked as he arrived at the very edge of the bleachers.
She looked up a second, then all of her friends start to whisper excitedly. Apparently they too, knew something was going on with him and Emma, and that bugged him.
"What do ya want, Max." she stated as soon as he had pulled her away from the girls. Still though, they were leaning over the bleachers side rails, trying to listen in on the conversation. A bit creepy, really.
Max-Thames cringed when Emma said 'Max' instead of his full name. That bugged him too, but he continued on. "Why did you... well, that rumor... that you and me... are together..." he tried to piece together.
"What?" and she gave a real look of confusion. Then, like a light bulb, it went off in her head, "Oh that? No, that wasn't me. That was... Terrie, she over there, at the top most of the group." and Emma pointed to a girl in all pink, who wasn't trying to listen in on the conversation.
"Great, one of those." Max-Thames said out loud, and sighed. He slowly start to make his way over to the bleachers, while many girls were still watching him. They made a path for him, but he could still feel their eyes on him. What a day it was.
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