barely breathing

@madmax; We're all mad here #usernamepuns Maximillien "Max" Bellerose 23, barista, Westfield resident { read more }

[blakekarson]

Been there, done that, doesn’t work. 

[maxbellerose-blog]

That’s.. That’s horrible.

[blakekarson]

I am sick. Every morning. When he opens his mouth. 

[maxbellerose-blog]

Can’t you move further into the back?

[normanalt-blog]

“Oh, oh oh oh, let me explain, yeah?” Shaking his head as if it’s his fault, he waves a friendly hand in front of his face in order to dismiss any other chatter. “I’m talking about our one and only savior, Yeezus. Kanye. Being a king is obviously superior here, seeing as non-believers can simply overlook a god, yes? Otherwise, you’re just fine. Nothing to worry about.”

[maxbellerose-blog]

Max blinked and nodded slowly, taking in all of the information that was being handed to him. He still didn’t understand completely, but he didn’t want to show it and look even more like an idiot. “But kings aren’t the most powerful people in most countries. Not anymore. Actually, in most Western countries, they are really just for show..” He replied carefully.

[normanalt-blog]

“Hey, don’t sweat it. You’re a doll. Seriously! Thanks.” Grinning, Norman leans on the counter with his elbows, setting his mug down and lazily pouring milk into his coffee. He adds a little more than too much, pressing the edge to his lips to his cup in a sip before breaking into speech. “You don’t what? Agree? That’s alright, not a big deal. Everyone’s entitled to their own opinion.”

[maxbellerose-blog]

Max smiled shyly while he cleaned up the drops he had spilled, blushing slightly at the other’s words. He momentarily wondered why he bothered to order a coffee if he was just going to add this much milk, but it wasn’t up to him to question people’s habits. “No, I.. I don’t really understand what you’re talking about.” He confessed. “Did something happen that I should know about?”

[normanalt-blog]

“Man, Kanye was asking all the right questions, don’t you think? What’s a king to a god? Golden. Then again, “what’s a god to a non-believer?” is the retaliation, which is completely contradictory. Personally, I’d call being a king. Who can refute your power then? No one. If they do, hey, I don’t think anyone would mind if a few heads roll. Oh, also– where’s the milk?”

[maxbellerose-blog]

“I-- I don’t-- “ Max almost dropped the teacup he was holding as he struggled to follow what the other male was talking about, feeling utterly lost and stupid. He put down the cup and disappeared behind the counter to grab a pitcher of milk from the fridge. “S-Sorry.” He mumbled as he sat the milk down onto the bar, luckily only having spilled a little bit due to his trembling hands.

[avery-hurst-blog]

Still… thank you. You look nice today too.

[maxbellerose-blog]

O-Oh. Thank you..

[stevemattox-blog]

“Space Pug and Santa Pug can become BFFS. Or mortal enemies. Yeah, that sounds way cooler. Ooh, Santa Cat is the worst out of all of them. He’s evil, pure evil. All cats are. Cats vs. Dogs was no lie, man. Yeah, buzz. Y’know, like…tipsy.”

[maxbellerose-blog]

“Enemies? No, pugs should not be enemies. They have to cuddle up and share their bowls of food. It would be adorable. Space Pug can turn out to be an alien, looking for a friend. Oh, no, I love cats. My cat is the sweetest, he has never hurt anyone. Oh.. like that.. I’ve only been kind of drunk once.”

[avery-hurst-blog]

Aw, that’s such a nice thing to say.

[maxbellerose-blog]

Well, it’s true.

[stevemattox-blog]

“Super nice. It’s all warm and shit and it’s got a Santa pug on it. I mean, seriously, what more could you want in a sweater? You should totally go and buy one yourself. They’re a quality purchase. Sure, you can only wear ‘em once a year, but who cares, right? It’s pretty good, not the best thing in the world, but it does give you a nice little buzz.” 

[maxbellerose-blog]

“A Santa pug? That’s adorable. I have a regular sweater with a Space Pug on it, he’s got a little astronaut suit and a helmet and everything. Maybe I should get him a Christmas buddy. Though I love the ones with cats on them, too. Maybe I will wear them the entirety of December, just so I can enjoy it even more. A.. buzz?”

[stevemattox-blog]

“Life, dude. Life happened. It’s cool though. I got a fancy ass Christmas sweater and eggnog, so I’m set to hideaway for the rest of the break.”

[maxbellerose-blog]

“I.. suppose I know how it feels. Is it a nice ugly Christmas sweater? I still want to get one, they look so comfortable and reindeer are so cute. I’ve never had eggnog, though.”

[stevemattox-blog]

“No, yeah, fine. I just wanna hide away for the rest of my life, but it’s no big deal.” 

[maxbellerose-blog]

“What.. What happened?”

[stevemattox-blog]

“I’m just gonna stay under here for a while. Or forever.”

[maxbellerose-blog]

“Are you, um.. okay?”

[avery-hurst-blog]

Too much for a holiday party?

[maxbellerose-blog]

If ‘too much’ is a synonym for amazing, sure.

[blakekarson]

Life would be ten times better if it was Christmas break tomorrow, and I didn’t have to worry about waking up and smelling Mr.Oswald’s onion breath in the morning. 

[maxbellerose-blog]

I think I feel sick now.

[quinnyj]

“I’m sorry I missed the bonfire, but it seems Dance Academy had more importance at the time. And I’ve been binge watching it, and I really had to find out if Grace won or not. I hope you understand.”

[maxbellerose-blog]

“Oh, I missed it as well, it’s no big deal. I figured it would be better to get some sleep instead before my next workday. Binge watching series is more appealing than going to a party, anyway.”

[braidenmauston-blog]

“Don’t apologize, it’s all good.”

[maxbellerose-blog]

“Are you sure?”

[braidenmauston-blog]

“Calm down bud, you’re getting a little flustered.”

[maxbellerose-blog]

“Yes. Yes, that happens, sorry..”