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the smoking gun ;

ADRIANNE.

To say that Adrianne didn’t notice Max’s gaze on her would have been a lie, but she feigned oblivion as he continued to compliment her, only letting a small smile reach her lips in acknowledgement to his words. As surprising at it was, while her brother was terribly successful with girls, she on the other hand had always seemed to struggle to even attract the opposite sex. Relationships had very rarely worked out and by now, Adrianne had pretty much given up on the whole matter. Bending down, she picked up the glass bottle from the floor, letting the alcohol reach her lips once more. If she were being completely honest with herself, she felt the need to get drunk as quickly as possible and she welcomed the bitter taste that trickled down her throat.

“You like it?” Adrianne asked, a slight smirk appearing on her face as she turned to look at her brother’s friend, already beginning to feel a little bolder with the alcohol now seeping into her system. “At least one person does. I’m not sure that’s always the case to be honest,” she admitted, a hint of resentment in her voice. “How do you guys do it? Both you and Gus always seem to have girls all over you, sometimes it genuinely confuses me.” Adrianne paused, suddenly unsure of herself. She was now bordering on her own personal life, something she had never talked about with Max before. To her, he had always just been a presence around her brother, nothing more, nothing less. And yet, here she was, confiding to him.

“you’re asking me on advice how to get laid?” he inquired, baffled by the girl’s genuine question. even as gus seemed to sleep with anyone with two legs; though that was not always the case, max had always considered adrianne as a completely non-sexual being. perhaps it was the fact that he wasn’t allowed to think of his best friend’s sister in any other way, but still he hadn’t. raising his brows sheepishly, the brunet simply stared down at the blonde before him. “yeah, gus would love that.” he finally added, finding the thought extremely amusing as the corner of his lips curled upwards. in fact, gus wasn’t too pleased about max even speaking to his sister in general -- though the male never seemed to care about anyone else’s requested, or valid concerns. “hey, gus. --” max continued, releasing the glass container from the girl’s digits before letting the burning liquid move down his own throat once more. “i’m the reason your sister got laid, -- sorry about that.” the boy teased, shaking his head at the thought, offering the girl another chug of the beverage. he should’ve known better than to arrive at the girl’s residence, especially as the two siblings weren’t on good terms themselves. adding the incident with willow to the mix, and max appeared as nothing but unreliable to his friend. though he was positive that if he helped gus patch up things with his sister, even after the most petty fights, that he would grow to trust him again.

#( ; adriannecoleman. )

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poison & wine ;

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NOELLE.

a text message and a late night visit? – that was more communication than the two had had in years. it was almost enough for the girl to think that maybe, – just maybe, max was over her perpetual unpopularity. maybe now they could be something closer to friends. or at least noelle wouldn’t avoid the brunet at any and all costs like she had before. it had been tiring to spend the past three years taking roundabout routes to class or waiting a little longer after class to rush to her car so as not to see him in the parking lot. – but maybe this had changed. they had graduated, – they were adults now. not kids who couldn’t even look their ex in the eye. on second thought, it didn’t go unnoticed that they had spoken in public all of one time since he had stood her up. – that time being his unnecessary dare of three shots at his party. perhaps it was more likely that the boy had realized that he actually did have a conscience and felt even a modicum of guilt. – that sounded even more far-fetched than the other option, though.

it was strange to find herself on the front steps of her ex’s new home, no longer just down the street. as much as she didn’t want to admit it, she almost missed how close the boy had been. in years past, – when they had still been something more than ancient history, it had been a comfort to be a knock on the door away from possibly escaping the harsh reality of what her father had become. even if just for a moment. “so are you guys like, – officially step-siblings now?” she asked, saying anything just to fill the silence while she wondered why she was even here in the first place.

the boy’s shoulders lift up, a half assed shrug in response as he titled his head ever so slightly to the side. “eh,” he said, a grimace appearing on his pale features. the thought of summer did nothing but cause the boy to feel an describable desire to lie; no matter what the question. “doesn’t feel like it.” max confessed, the comment being as close to the truth he could possibly get. shoving his hands down the pockets of his jeans, the brunet began walking further into the residence. “but the house’s pretty cool.” he admitted, once again a shrug following his words. “and shawn’s not that bad either.” even as the house was empty; thanks to the manipulative effort of summer herself, max couldn’t help but find an immense amount of flaws in their thoroughly constructed plan. the possibility of noelle discovering the camera being one, if not the most risky as well. but along his steps against the marble floor, more & more seemed to pop into his mind. perhaps it wasn’t too late to back out, -- to find himself another bet and put the whole ordeal behind him. after all, the lengths he’d gone to avoid hurting the brunette beside him seemed redundant due to his future actions. turning to face the girl; in hopes of finding the courage to tell her the truth -- about something, anything, -- max pursed his lips softly. “i uh, ---” the boy began, defined brows knitting together. “i’ve missed you.” the boy confessed, regretting the words as they escaped his lips.

#( ; httpnoelle. )#this be trash BUT I GOTTA GO GET READY;

ADEN.

Oh come on, a little liquid courage never hurt nobody.

“tell that to the alcoholics of the world.”

#u disgust me #( ; httpaden. )

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the smoking gun ;

Hearing the front door open and close, Adrianne hurried to the door, not wanting to leave her brother’s friend waiting. She knew that inviting him over was probably a wrong move on her behalf but at this point, she cared little about doing the ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ thing. For once, she was in the mood to be rebellious, to step out of the line. Taking the bottle of tequila from Max, Adrianne began to move towards the balcony of her apartment. “Honestly, I’m probably just overreacting, but he was just so infuriating,” Adrianne said, prying the glass door open, before stepping out into the summer air. Despite the fact that the sun was almost setting, there was a warmness in the air that was ever so soothing. “You know how he always brings home girls. It’s like no night is complete until he gets to sleep with someone.”

Shaking her head, Adrianne deftly opened the bottle and took a long sip from it before extending it to Max. “You know what was so hypocritical about it though?” She continued, feeling better now that she had the bitter taste of alcohol in her mouth. “He actually had the guts to criticise the way I dressed. I mean, we don’t even live together anymore, and I’m an adult. Why is he still being so controlling?” Annoyance washed over Adrianne’s face and she crossed her arms, as the memory of their most recent argument replayed in her mind. With each passing minute, her frustration towards her brother was growing and all she wanted to be was reckless, so that she could prove to him once and for all that he couldn’t control her.

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ADRIANNE.

the boy watched in near awe as the liquid slithered down the blonde’s throat, without as much as a grimace forming on her features. his lips curled into an amused smirk, he accepted the glass bottle that she extended towards him. letting his petals meet the cold glass surface, he allowed the burning beverage to meet his tongue. after a few chugs, he placed the fragile container on the ground below the two. “well, can you blame him?” max begun, studying the girl’s attire as he spoke. “no brother wants to see his sister in,” trailing off slightly, the brunet tilted his head to the side and defined eyebrows were raised. “-- that.” he noted, arms crossing loosely across his chest as his gaze returned to adrianne’s. “i mean,” max continued, arms resting against the balcony fence as he overlooked the view of his home time. “i like it.” the boy confessed with a slight shrug, turning slightly to face the girl, yet still keeping himself supported against the metallic surface of the rail. “which might be the problem.” max rarely disagreed with gus, and this was no different. he could definitely see his friend’s concern regarding what his sister wore, max would’ve too if he had any siblings to care for. -- the thought of summer passing swiftly through his mind as he gave the sibling relationship a quick reflection, his ivories delicately settling into the supple flesh of his fuller lip.

#( ; adriannecoleman. )

LAYLA.

“The answer to the first one is my kind-of “fiancé”. And the answer to the second: a random stranger at a party.”

“wait, -- which one was the first?”

#( ; laylasimmonss. )#hon estly #i CAN TELL

WILLOW.

“I was thinking the exact same. But he turned it down because I was drunk. If I were sober. It would have gone down.”

“you know, if you weren’t a damn girl i would’ve seriously punched you in the face.”

#( ; fvckwillow. )

VALENTINE.

It’s fine Max. I’m fine.

“you’re making it incredibly hard to look out for you, princess.”

#( ; uhvalentina. )#bUT WHERE ARE THEM RECIEPTS THO

text ;; pipsqueak

gus: i'm absolutely fine.

gus: i think you need to chill, pissy pants.

max: dude im not the one texting u tellin u to not fuck my family members out of the damn blue

max: r u stoned

#( ; htmlgus. )

the smoking gun ;

it didn’t take long for max to arrive at the coleman residence, in fact the entire ride there seemed like a blur as the journey was practically engraved into the boy’s skull. he was certain that years from now he’d still distinctly remember every single bump in the road leading to the home of his best friend. though he wasn’t there to see gus, which was to some extent unusual. it wasn’t the first time the boy’s sister had accompanied max during one of his many binging of strong liquor, but with the feud that seemed to be going on between the girl and her brother -- max couldn’t help but feel like he was choosing sides; which was hardly the intelligent choice to make after the things max & gus had gone through the past two weeks. yet he showed up at the familiar doorsteps, entering the residence as if it was his own. “i hardly think an entire bottle of tequila is required after a fight with your brother,” the boy begun, fishing out the glass bottle out of his worn down backpack; slender digits wrapped around the cold exterior of the container. “-- but i do aim to please, so.” he finished, a shrug following his words before the brunet extended his arm towards adrianne; offering her the beverage that she’d requested. “can i ask what it was about,” max continued, closing the zipper of his bag before throwing it carelessly on the wooden floor below him. “or is this kind of a super secret sibling stuff? ‘cause i hear that’s a thing.” the male finished with slightly raised eyebrows, lips pursed softly,