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@maxmatthews-blog1
my old man is a tough man but he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam and he shows me he knows me, every inch of my tar black soul he doesn’t mind I have a flat broke down life in fact he says he thinks it’s why he might like about me, admires me the way I roll like a rolling stone
text | joey & max
Joey: ohhh i'm saving these for whenever they come in handy
Joey: so you like pee-wee too?
Joey: oh wait, no. you said smart
Max: totally unrelated but my birthday is in 15 days in case u needed a heads up or whatever and there's a really nice pair of shoes that i just sent u the link to
Max: NO joey i don't like pee-wee i'm not WEIRD
Max: yes i like smart because bill has something to bring to the table. along with his bow ties.
text | open
Joey: not sure if it was meant for me or not but
Joey: BILL NYE SERIOUSLY? you're attracted to bill nye????
Max: fucking hell it definitely wasnt meant for you
Max: I like smart men who can rock a bow tie is that okay???
Max: i'm not ashamed
text | open
Max: i think im still attracted to bill nye
Max: i sent that to the wrong number didnt i?
yunisx:
Yunis’ tears were free-falling down her cheeks before she could even stop them. Clenching her jaws, she scoffed and shook her head as she pushed herself off of the wall. “You don’t get to put some fault on me, Max. You told me that it was all an experiment and that you were certain that you were straight. You disappeared right after that — you still expected me to believe that everything was genuine?” Yunis bit her lip harshly, hoping that it would keep her from speaking further, and she was successful, already planning on leaving the room and dropping her payment for the drink on the counter until she heard that particular adjective that Max used to describe one of her pupils. With a refueled anger, she marched towards Max and grabbed her elbow, turning her around so they could face each other as she spoke. “You can say anything that you want to say about me, Max, but don’t you dare insult my students like you know them because you don’t.” Breathing out heavily, she immediately let go once the realization sunk in — she was holding Max for the first time in years — and turned around to leave the room. Perhaps the bar five blocks away from the one where Max worked would be a better place to spend the night away.
“I know some of the fault is on me, I’m not pretending that I’m innocent! I said a lot of shit to hurt you, but I thought you’d know that it wasn’t true. I gave you everything I had; there was no way I could have been using you as an experiment. At the time it really was genuine, yeah.” Max’s eyes widened when Yunis grabbed her, and she immediately snatched her arm away. “It was a joke, Jesus Christ. You seriously have some issues you need to work through, and I’d prefer you did that as far away from me as you can manage.”
yunisx:
Yunis whimpered silently as she cowered closer to the corner. She hadn’t intended to make it sound like she had forgotten about their relationship as a whole because even if she tried her hardest to do it, she won’t be able. Her relationship with Max was basically the reason why she became the person she was at the present time. “I didn’t mean it like that,” she said silently whilst trying to keep her lips from quivering too much, her locked up emotions and fear of Max’s current disposition slowly creeping through her veins and settling in her pounding heart. Even with the newfound information of Max almost getting married — which only served to break her heart all over again — she failed to keep herself from succumbing to her weakness. “What’s there to talk about?! You used me as an experiment, used me to confirm whether you’re straight or not. You broke up with me for a man — no big deal! I’m over it!” — No, she wasn’t. “I’m done! There’s nothing to talk about, Max. It’s in the past. I just—” she whimpered once again. “I don’t want to remember that day anymore, Max. I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s not talk about it. It’s ruined me enough…”
Max clenched her jaw as she tried to keep calm. She knew she said things during the breakup that she didn't mean with the aim to hurt Yunis, especially when she told her that Yunis was simply an experiment. She felt the same guilt from the moment the words left her lips hit her with a pang. “If you honestly believe that I used you as an experiment throughout our relationship then maybe it’s for the best that we broke up,” she said before turning her back on the blonde and heading toward her small shelf of belongings. “You don’t wanna talk? Fine, let’s not talk. But I work here and I’m on my break, so you better find another bar or go grade some dumb kid’s papers or something.” She didn’t bother turning back to Yunis so she couldn’t see her upset. She decided noone got to see her emotional anymore.
yunisx:
Yunis looked at Max as she responded with so much enthusiasm after hearing about her job as a teacher. She would have loved to see the same reaction when she was twenty-four because no one congratulated her that way — not even her parents. Dropping her gaze to the ground, she hoped that she hadn’t expressed her longing for the taller woman through the look that she’d given her just a while ago. Such look simply had no place in the present time. “Don’t you think that you’re ten years late for that?” She asked, her voice void of any hostility but pure curiosity. “It’s… I don’t know. A decade has passed, Max. We’re… practically strangers with each other now. We’ve grown and changed and… I don’t know you anymore. I honestly feel like this conversation is not long overdue. What we had…” she sighed and bumped her shoe against the floor. She wasn’t really sure what she’s talking about anymore. “It was a very long time ago; in the past. I’ve forgotten about it so… I guess, I’ll accept your apology but it’s not really necessary, anymore. You could have just ignored me there — at the bar. I would have been fine.”
Max felt her heart sink slightly at the blonde’s words. She looked down at the ground as she tried to think of something to say. She knew Yunis was speaking the truth, and she was apologizing years too late, but her words still made Max raise her head like a bolt. “You forgot about it? Are you serious? The reason why I thought I had to say something to you was because at one point in my life you were really important to me. And yeah, I made mistakes, but I never denied that. I went on to get engaged after you, and I was gonna get married, but I still had enough space in my fucking head to remember who you were. I don’t care if you would’ve been fine, and don’t consider me talking to you like an adult some version of me shooting the deer or whatever, I just thought, like you said, we’d have both grown and changed enough to actually have a conversation, but obviously not.”
yunisx:
Yunis didn’t really know what else to say at that point of time. It was just so strange to be standing with Max inside a room after being estranged from her for a decade, more or less. She knew that, given the manner in which the taller woman had broken up with her, she shouldn’t be giving Max the time of her day — should have left as soon as she heard her name slip from her ex-girlfriend’s mouth, and yet there she was, standing like a beaten puppy, waiting for tragedy to happen whilst willingly putting herself out in the open. “I finished my program and begun teaching as soon as I got my teaching license,” she replied succinctly, and whilst she itched to ask Maxine the same question, she chose not to. “Let’s… get to the point, shall we? Do you… I mean, what— what exactly do you want to know; to talk about?”
Max could tell by the look on Yunis’ face that she was anything but pleased to see her, and Max knew she had noone to blame for that but herself. She wanted to down a few drinks and explain to the blonde that she was young then and she had changed - probably for the better, depending on whom one asked - but she stayed quiet instead, and let Yunis silently detest her. Because although Max was convinced that she had matured, she still dealt with her emotions in the same way. “You did? That’s awesome! I bet you make an amazing teacher,” she smiled. At the blunt question, her smile fell and she ran her fingers through her hair, biting her lip. “I don’t...Really know. I guess I couldn’t just let you sit there and not say something to you. I mean, I guess I owe you an apology, don’t I?”
when we were young ○past!
yunisx:
Yunis pulled away to rake her eyes over her girlfriend’s form and smiled in approval upon taking note of the huge shirt reaching just beneath the hem of her shorts. It was one of their similarities — their preference for clothes bigger than their actual size. Humming, she took the liberty to press a soft, albeit quick, kiss on Max’s lips, and then shook her head whilst chuckling softly. “You and that series. Don’t you ever get tired of it?” She sighed and leaned her chin on Max’s collarbone, allowing her to still look at her girlfriend’s face in their current position. “Tiring. I mean, all I did was sit all day, but you know how I hate just sitting inside the classroom. None of my professors managed to stimulate my brain today.” Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Yunis turned her head and pressed a kiss on the curve of Max’s neck before straightening up. “Can we watch something? Preferably not Friends — something that we haven’t seen before.”
Max lifted her toast with her free hand and took a large bite of it before holding it in front of Yunis’ face as a silent way to offer her some. Afterwards she set it back down and turned to accept the kiss, smiling against her lips. “You can’t get tired of it, it’s a proven fact! It’s like...eggs. They come in so many different forms that you simply can’t get tired of them. And there’s so many seasons of Friends that, like eggs, you can’t get tired of it!” She sighed dramatically, looking down at her girlfriend. “I know you do, but it’ll all be worth it when you get your degree. But I know how much you love to be stimulated,” she joked as she tickled her sides. “Ugh, fine. What are you in the mood for?”
when we were young ○past!
yunisx:
@maxmatthews
Classes near evening should be illegal. The thought haunted Yunis endlessly as she dragged herself closer to her apartment. It should be illegal to be that tired during a Friday night because it was the nice when everyone was supposed to be partying and celebrating the weekend. “So much for TGIF,” she murmured as she walked through the door, kicking her shoes off and carelessly shoving them to the side. She’ll take care of them later. Walking towards the kitchen with her eyes closed — she just knew her way, already — Yunis didn’t notice the figure standing on her way, and so when she collided against said figure, she gasped and jumped back, only to grin widely upon realizing that it was just her girlfriend. “Babe!” She exclaimed and wrapped her arms around the taller woman’s waist, chin pressing against her throat. “No work today?”
Max was having a lazy day around the apartment on her extremely rare day off. Clad in pajama shorts and an over-sized Guns ‘n Roses t-shirt, she made her way to the kitchen to grab snacks to continue her day of nothingness. While she smothered a piece of toast with far too much Nutella, she felt a sharp bang on her side, which she turned to see was Yunis. With a laugh she wrapped her arms around her, placing a quick kiss on her cheek. “Nope. It’s my day off, and I took the liberty of allowing myself a fully booked day of doing absolutely nothing. Well, when I say nothing, I’ve been binge-watching Friends. But I was starting to get bored but now you’re here!” She grinned. “How was your day?”
cleoatwell:
“If you insist. You know that you can tell me anything and everything, though. I’m always more than happy to listen and even try to punch someone in the fact if they hurt you,” Cleo offered sincerely, a small smile on her face as she did so. “Thank you. I’ve needed to hear that more than you could possibly imagine.”
Max bit her lip, contemplating whether it not to tell her best friend. Eventually she let out a sigh, knowing her decision. “Alright...Not that I want you to punch anyone, although that would be hilarious to watch. I um...I never really knew how to tell people. I mean, it’s not something to be ashamed of, obviously, and I’m not, I was just confused for a long time, I guess, but, I um...I’m bisexual and I had a girlfriend ten years ago and she came to the bar I work at last night and I just...I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” She cleared her throat, trying to compose herself.
ramonaparnell:
Despite her terrible fear of heights, Ramona found herself determined to hang the sign announcing Parnell’s annual sale that her grandmother had asked her to. It wasn’t much of a sale, only ten percent off one’s entire purchase, but her grandparents felt it was still worthy of advertising through tacky signage–as if it would lure in customers left and right. The hope of pleasing her grandmother was what eventually led to her standing on the second rung of a ladder, evaluating the distance left to climb in order to hang the banner above the shop’s entrance. And though she was no more than a foot off the ground, Ramona clung to the ladder, no doubt making her appear ridiculous to those walking by on the busy street. “Psst, hey, you!” She called out to a random passerby, waiting for them to approach before continuing with her request. “Could you do me a favor and spot me? I mean, I’m not afraid or anything, I can do it by myself if I have to– I just take ladder safety very seriously.”
Max was walking home from her daily stop at the coffee shop, her hands in her pockets and her earphones blasting music like always. Just as the song finished, however, she heard a voice from above her and she removed the earphones and looked around in a moment of confusion before looking up to see a girl on a ladder. She listened to her request with an entertained smile and nodded along accordingly, placing her heel on the bottom step of the ladder and holding each side of it. “I mean, as long as you’re not planning on sneaking into someone’s house through a window,” she joked. “Because then I’d have to just throw you under the bus.”
yunisx:
Yunis visibly hesitated for a moment as her eyes followed the gate as Max opened it for her. Was it truly worth it? Allowing her past to grab a hold of her and — possibly — control her once again? Questions of similar nature bombarded her head as she stood from the stool and downed her second glass, lips pressing tightly together as she suppressed a groan from emptying her mouth because of the burn from the alcohol. She followed the taller woman into a room, and it was only then that she actually felt the consequence of her decision to talk to Maxine again. The room was huge and yet she felt like the walls were slowly inching closer to her as each second passed by. She sighed heavily, forcing her lungs to function, then leaned against the nearest wall whilst wrapping her arms around her torso, as if protecting herself from who knows what. “Hey,” she greeted back, forcing yet another smile whilst sparing the bartender a brief glance. “You look —” great. “… Time has been nice to you.”
Max watched Yunis hesitate out of the corner of her eye and she feared the woman would turn and leave the bar altogether, but after a moment the blonde followed her into the room. She could feel her heart race in her chest as she got a proper look at her ex-girlfriend, hoping that the smaller woman couldn’t sense her nervousness. She dug her fists into the pockets of her pants, unable to help the small smile that crept onto her face at her words. “Thanks. I could say the same about you.” She looked down at the ground as she tried to think of something else to say, her mouth going dry. “What, uh...What have you been doing lately?”
cleoatwell:
Cleo’s smile faltered when she heard Max’s admission, “oh, Max. I’m so sorry,” was all she could manage since she was definitely shocked to hear that much. It was crazy how much could change in a years time. “Who knows. I’m beginning to think they’ll never come around, honestly.”
Max gave a small smile and just shrugged her shoulders. “Somethings just don’t work out, I guess. It’s fine. I’m fine, I swear.” She tucked her hair behind her ear as she listened to her friend talk. “If they have any sense then they will. Even if they don’t, I’ll always be rooting for you. I always have been.”
yunisx:
Indeed, she knew and she was sure that she wasn’t ready to talk about it even though ten years have passed since the whole thing went down. Perhaps, it was true that not even time can prepare a person for something as terrifying as dealing with a ghost from their past — especially if it took your by surprise in a bar. “Meeting you after ten years is weird,” she mumbled bitterly, then bit her lower lip as she shook her head to get rid of her growing agitation — or tried to. Taking a deep breath, she looked up at the bartender and forced a timid smile upon her lips. “Lead the way. I’ll follow you there.”
Max had pictured many scenarios where she would meet Yunis and be able to talk about everything she wanted to, but when she was actually in front of her, her mind went blank and she felt like an idiot. “Really weird,” she agreed. It was as if Yunis had stepped out of her mind and placed herself in the bar, and Max was convinced it wasn’t real. “Oh, yeah. Follow me.” She opened the gate so Yunis could get through to the bar and led her through to the empty break room where couches and a vending machine stood. “So...Um...Hi.”
sorenwilde:
It wasn’t the kind of answer he’d expected, although he knew that by now, he shouldn’t expect anything from her at all. He whistled, raising his brows before bringing the glass up to his lips and taking a sip, letting the information sink in. “Listen, though—” he began, resting his elbow on the counter and pointing at her. “Now is the right time. I’d jump your bones myself if I wasn’t so fucking gay,” he said, matter-of-factly. “You deserve to move on from that shit show, to be happy, whatever that means for you— if it’s sleeping around in a merry-go-round of people or settling down. Whatever. You gotta do somethin’ about it now while you’re still plump and ripe for the taking,” he smiled at the metaphor he’d made before reducing it to a simple press of the lips. “Yeah, you’re his best friend— you sure you want him seein’ someone like me?” He passed it off as a joke, which it mostly was, and a form of modesty, although the self-deprecation was ever-present.
Max couldn’t help her laugh at Soren’s words and she was instantly cheered up by him. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” She leaned against the counter and let out a sigh as she shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know, it just seems like my whole life is a fucking shit show from start to finish. And the cherry on top of the shitty cake is that I served my ex-girlfriend in the bar. I just froze and made a total fool out of myself,” she groaned. “Of course I’d wanna see him with someone like you, I trust you. I mean it.”
cleoatwell:
“I’m sure you would have gotten a kick out of it, no doubt.” Cleo couldn’t help but laugh as she imagined it, shaking her head a little as she did so. “More than happy to do so, really.” Cleo then arched an eyebrow at how seemingly vague Max’s answer was, having no doubt that there was more to her story than she was letting on. “You just moved? C’mon, there’s got to be more to it than that.” Cleo urged gently, giving Max a small nudge as she did so. “Oh, not much to tell. I have finally gotten to a point where I don’t rely on my parents for anything anymore, though. Which is great considering they’re still not a fan of my ‘career choice’.”
“Of course I would’ve,” Max grinned. Her smile faded as she dug her hands into her pockets before letting out a sigh. “Danny and I ended the engagement,” she shrugged. “It’s not a big deal.” She cleared her throat before forcing a smile again. “That’s great! Once they see your name in lights they’re going to be your biggest fans, I promise. They’d be fools not to.”
