maxwell fabray.

[dumbofassjoey]

𝐖𝐇𝐎: Joey Hummel-Anderson & @crhqstarters​​​​​

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Friday, March 5th

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Your character’s car

Walking home had sort of turned into a habit for Joey ever since he had started high school – unlike many of his friends, he couldn’t drive. He had tried many of times with his dads, but they would usually end up in disaster, whether because Joey got distracted with a family of ducks crossing the road, or because he just got confused when his dads asked him to turn left or right – turns out that lifting both of his hands to try to figure out which was left or right wasn’t a good idea when you were driving. Either way, Joey didn’t mind walking home – he would just put on his headphones and start walking, and at this point it was almost automatic. He normally wouldn’t get lost, so that hadn’t been a problem for his dads. As he was making his way home after rehearsal, Joey was so blasting Dua Lipa on his headphones and singing along to himself that he didn’t even notice someone following him in a car. As he took off his headphones, he heard a voice coming from the car and telling him to get in – not sure who it was, Joey decided to do what he thought was the right thing – and he got in the car, only to be surprised with the person that was on the wheel. “Oh, it’s you! I thought it was my Uber… But now that I think about it, I really didn’t ask for an Uber.” He said, as he wondered a bit about it. “Or one of those cars that drive themselves, those are really cool and they’re made of magic, which is kind of awesome.” He said with a small chuckle, as he looked at the other person. “I shouldn’t have gotten in the car without checking first… I mean, at least I know you and I’m not being taken to Indianapolis. My dads thought I was staying over at my uncle’s house but I was really trying to find a way back to here.” He said with a nod.

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Max smiled as Joey climbed into his truck, always happy to give the guy a ride. Fortunately for the both of them, Max had been heading home from bible study and had rolled past Joey on the way. “Riding with me is more fun than an Uber, right?” He offered with a smile before pulling off and heading in the direction of Joey’s house. He had been over there a few times to watch a movie with his friend, so he figured he knew where he was going. If not, hopefully Joey would chime in and lead Max in the correct direction of his home. “I wish I had a car that could drive itself. I would definitely nap on the way to school.” He let out a soft chuckle at the idea, even though he usually rode with Kaden to school and he did usually sleep on the way. “Why would I take you to Indianapolis?” He questioned, shaking his head in confusion. He kept his eyes on the road as he leaned back in his seat a little. “I was just heading home from bible study. Glad I spotted you,” he explained with a nod of his head. Joey was always going to be one of his favorite people to talk to. He was just so darn funny. He passed his phone over to Joey and shrugged, “you can change the music if you want. I know Christian rock isn’t everyone’s thing.”

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kadenfabray​:

kaden could tell max was not usual chipper self having been forced up over an hour earlier than usual. he felt a twinge of guilt, knowing the younger boy liked to sleep in, but he hoped once his brother saw why, he’d be less inclined to kill him. well, more like give him a death glare but still. the drive to the school was agonizing, if not from the silence then from the nerves causing kaden to bounce his knee like a madman. it wasn’t until they were parked that he could contain it, hardly lasting a minute before he turned to speak to max. he wasn’t usually the person kaden went to with this stuff, usually it would be theo or zoe or something. but he also knew if it was the bad news he thought it would be, he would be utterly embarrassed to have one of those two read it since theo got in and zoe had believed in him wholly. kaden was quiet as he handed over the letter, mostly because he couldn’t calm his racing mind enough to form a coherent sentence. “yeah, i’m sure,” was all he made out, eyes glued to the white pristine envelope that had sat like a weight on his shoulders the last few days. it didn’t register the him, the smile that had grown on max’s face, until a few moments later. his eyes widened, mouth practically dropping open. “you’re fucking with me,” shaking his head, he took the letter back to scan over the words. “i got the spot.” a pause, slowly looking back up to where max sat. “i got the spot!” all but yelling, he reached over and grabbed his brother in for a one armed hug, still scanning the letter. “i can’t believe it, i thought for sure i was out of the running. thanks for taking the brunt of it and being here to break the news for me if it was, even if i did force you to be here,” he teased.

The biggest understatement of the century would be to say that Max looked up to Kaden. His older brother was cool and well-liked and was everything that Max wanted to be next year. A cool guy on campus. Max wanted the best for his brother, so he was hopeful that he was going to get picked to be on the OSU hockey team. And it definitely warmed his heart to know that his brother wanted him to be a part of all of this. Max didn’t know how he was going to react if Kaden’s letter turned out to be a rejection letter, but he knew he was going to try his best to comfort Kaden as much as he could. Thankfully, as his eyes scanned the words, it became obvious that this was exactly the type of letter that they were hoping for. “Of course you did!” Max responded as Kaden read over the letter himself. He was so incredibly proud of his older brother and he knew that their mom would be too. He had no doubts about it, actually. He smiled as his brother offered out a hug to him, not something that happened too often. He still couldn’t believe that he’d decided to share this incredible moment with him. “I’m glad you forced me to be here,” he insisted, shaking his head. “Not that you’re really forcing me...” A small chuckle left his lips as he shrugged. He tried to picture all of the fun his brother was going to have next year in his mind, while also thinking about all the fun he was going to have not being just Kaden’s little brother anymore at McKinley. “I can’t believe you wanted me to be a part of this with you, man. You’re going to be a college hockey player. How does it feel?”

[maxwellfabray-blog]

text: zoe + max

ZOE: hey loser

ZOE: haven't seen you or your dumb brother in a hot minute. wyd?

MAX: be nice. no cousin on cousin crime.

MAX: rn? eating. but in general? not much. been working on the sets for the musical.

MAX: whatcha been up to cuz??

[maxwellfabray-blog]

reggiedelmo​:

Whenever it came to conversation with Max, Reggie always prepared himself for an unheard of amount of smiling. It wasn’t that he was like, up the kid’s butt or anything with how friendly they were, but Max had a certain level of innocent that just made a person grin from ear to ear. It was easy to be happy and okay with the way life was going whenever the younger Fabray was in his presence. While natural friendship happened easily with Kaden, his friendship with Max sometimes felt more special with how opposite they were. “I dunno,” Reggie said with a shrug before he was bringing his legs up to cross under him, knowing it wasn’t at all sanitary - who cares? “I just wasn’t feeling her anymore. I knew Candy would literally kill me if I tried sneaking in or something.” Sage. She was the absolute reason he had ditched his date. Once he saw her at Candyland, he spent far too much time trying to build up the nerve to talk to her. Friendships were weird sometimes. “Candy’s cool, yeah,” a pause. “Did she like, yell at you or anything? She does that a lot,” another pause. “Wait, do you like like her or something?” Reggie hated a lot of things that came with romantic feelings (especially since every relationship was like his parent’s so it would end harshly). “If you’re coming to the next party, I solemnly swear to not drink just so I can call DD and make fun of your drunk ass all night.” Reggie hopped off the table before he was ushering Max over to the concession stand. “Want some nachos? I make the best ones. Don’t tell Nico I said that.”

Max’s goal was for Reggie’s coolness to rub off on him one day. Max was the type of person who needed to run through multiple thoughts in his mind before speaking them into existence because he almost always said the wrong thing. That didn’t seem to be the case for Reggie. It all just seemed to come naturally to Reggie. And Max was always going to envy that. Although, it would never be Max’s style, he was definitely jealous that Reggie held the type of confidence to bring one girl to a party and then just ditch her because he wasn’t feeling it anymore halfway through the night. Couldn’t have been him. Max would have had a panic attack if he even tried something so sneaky “Who did you end up hanging out with then since you managed to leave your date hanging?” He questioned as he took a few more bites of his jerky. It was easy to be entertained by conversation with Reggie. Like most people, he always had a lot more going on than Max did. “She didn’t yell at me at all,” Max explained with a nod of his head. Quite the opposite, he’d spent most of the night smiling and laughing with her. “Like her? ...I don’t know...” He trailed off, shaking his head. He hadn’t really thought about it all that much. Candy was a cute girl and they’d had a lot of fun, but even then, he wasn’t sure it was more than just a one-night thing. “Me? Drunk?” He questioned as he hopped down from the counter and followed behind Reggie. “I said I’d go to a party, not get wasted,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, dude. Fire me up a batch of nachos.”

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reggiedelmo​:

“Yeah, you’re good,” Reggie said with a laugh as he continued wiping off the row of tables in front of where Max was sitting. Regardless of how much smack he talked about working at Rinky Dinks, it really wasn’t the worst kind of job. Sure, birthday parties were enough to make him want to turn in his two weeks and never turn back, but those were only a couple weekends. Once the conversation turned into something more than just casual talk, Reggie threw his rag over his shoulder before he was turning his attention more towards Max. He liked Max. While he really wasn’t the kind of person that Reggie typically gravitated towards (positive and upbeat personalities were fucking exhausting sometimes) he found himself wanting his happy nature around more. Maybe it was the therapy finally working or maybe it was the simplicity around Reggie letting people in more, he was enjoying his life thoroughly. “Uh yeah it wasn’t the worst thing,” he replied with a shrug of his shoulders before he was moving to sit on one of the newly cleaned table tops. He probably wouldn’t clean it again. “I went with some Crawford girl. Kind of ditched her as soon as I got inside though,” a pause. “She’s been blowing up my phone all week so I think I kind of pissed her off.” Girls were never Reggie’s strong suit and ever since his friendship with Sage had been rekindling? She was the only girl in his brain. “What about you? I feel like I didn’t see you.” He had, but he just had been too lazy to walk over to him.

Max was aware that he and Reggie were an unlikely set of friends. But pretty much anyone that wasn’t bible obsessed was an unlikely friend for Max. None of that mattered to Max though. Sure, it wasn’t like he was ever going to join Reggie and smoke under the bleachers, but he wasn’t ever going to join the National Honor Society with Sage or start nerding out in science club with Noah either. His friends, and cousin in one case, were his friends and it didn’t matter that their interests diverged, he still loved hanging out with them. He loved bringing his positivity to the obviously grumpy Reggie’s life, and there was something about the way Reggie just oozed cool that Max wanted to rub off on him. “I thought it was really fun!” Max chiriped in, agreeing with him. Candyland hadn’t been all that bad. “Why did you ditch her?” He questioned as he took another bite of his slim jim. Max wasn’t a relationship expert. Not even close. He’d been stuck with a crush on Winnie forever and he’d gone on his first real date ever with Candy, and even that felt like pity from her. But he’d offer Reggie a good bible verse for advice if he needed it. “Oh. I was there with the birthday girl,” he mumbled out, nodding his head. “She’s actually kind of nice. I thought she’d be sort of... stuck up I guess. But it was fun,” he explained with a shrug. “Maybe I’m ready to try going out more. You might see me at the next party.”

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bentleylynn​:

It seemed like every time that Bentley was trying to play the drums, he would get interrupted by someone and this time, it wasn’t any different. Bentley wouldn’t be surprised if Max asked him if he could try playing, so as he twirled the drumsticks in his fingers, he looked over at the younger Fabray. He didn’t have against him, but he was definitely weird – from what he had seen from him in different classes, he wasn’t the brightest person in that whole school, that much was obvious. But either way, the other hadn’t done anything to Bentley yet, so it wouldn’t hurt to try and be a little nice to him. After all, Bentley didn’t want Kaden to scold him or something of the sort for being mean to his little brother, so as Max complimented him, he smiled at him as he gave him a nod. “Thanks, man. Years of practice.” He said shortly, before raising an eyebrow at what came next.

Bentley was familiar with church more than he liked to, thanks to his incredible religious mom – he didn’t care for church, in fact, most of the times he wished that he didn’t go there at all and luckily he didn’t go to church camp like Benji, but it was still annoying. At the other’s suggestion, Bentley simply shook his head. “Sorry dude, I don’t do that kind of things… Don’t tell my mom the church needs a new drummer, she’ll make me do it.” Bentley said, narrowing his eyes when he asked about Christian rock. “Not really… Is that all you listen to?” He asked.

Max stared down at Bentley’s drum set, slightly envious that he didn’t have any musical talent. Max was probably one of the only dudes on the football team that liked when the glee club would interrupt things to perform their various routines. Honestly, he wished he were coordinated enough to get out there and sing and dance with Dylan and the rest of the crew. But he really was not suited for all of that. Instead, he was going to stick to just hyping them up and letting him know that he thought they were awesome. And that included Bentley Lynn and his drum skills. “You think you could give me a lesson or something? I’d love to rock out,” he explained with a nod of his head. Max had absolutely no rhythm, but he figured it could be worth a shot to learn. They were in need of a new drummer at church. Although, he still thought Bentley was the right guy for that job. “You sure, man? The choir kind of rocks at my chuck. Pastor Devon makes sure of it,” he shrugged with a slight smile. He could understand it though. Going to church could seem like pressure to some, definitely not to him, but it could to other people. And he wasn’t here to judge. “It’s not all I listen to...” He trailed off, shaking his head. “I also like country music. Do you guys ever play any of that in glee club?”

[daphnes--corner]

𝐖𝐇𝐎: kaden fabray & @maxwellfabray 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: monday, february 22nd. before school. 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: kaden’s car. wmhs parking lot.

kaden liked to think of himself as someone who went with the flow of what was happening around him, not really caring how his schedule changed from day to day. but the truth was, he had a specific routine he seemed to follow and he liked to stick to it. he woke up, got ready, and drove to school at the same times every morning and anytime he strayed he felt like his whole day was off kilter. but this morning was different. this morning kaden had been up before the sun rose, having hardly slept at all, and was ready and rushing max into the car to head to school an hour before their first class was even supposed to start. he was nervous, completely and wholly anxious this morning. and it could all be attributed to one thing, the thin white envelope he had shoved into his glove box, the OSU hockey team recruitment office’s symbol stamped in dark ink on the front. receiving that letter seemed to take a huge weight off of kaden’s shoulders, only to place another one as he avoided opening it. simply because he was afraid of what it might say. “so maxwell, i’m sure you’re asking yourself, ‘why on god’s green wonderful earth has my dear brother dragged me to school this early on a monday’. well, i have a favor to ask you,” he paused, dragging his gaze to give his brother a small but nervous smile before reaching to open his glove box and retrieve the letter. “it’s from that recruiter that’s been watching me. it came in the mail friday, but i haven’t had the heart to open it yet,” he admitted, slowly holding it out for max to take. “i was wondering if you would open it for me. at least if it’s bad news it won’t sound as bad coming from you,” max and kaden had their ups and downs, sure. but his brother was the one person he felt he could trust with this, to just tell him with absolutely no judgement about him.

[maxwellfabray-blog]

Max was the kind of the guy that enjoyed sleeping in. Unless he was getting ready for church on Sunday morning then Max never woke up too early. He really was never all that excited about going to school, but hearing Kaden getting ready so early had thrown him off. And before he knew it, he was up and dressed at what felt like an ungodly hour. His plan was to rest his eyes on the whole way to school, so he was thankful that Kaden was driving. Hopefully, that would give him some time to nap before they were at McKinley. As his brother pulled into the school, Max let out a deep sigh, fully prepared to sit in the car for at least twenty more minutes before venturing inside. Sage was the best student he knew, but even she wasn’t there that early. He was caught off guard once Kaden started talking, shifting in his seat, so that he could look at him. This wasn’t the normal Kaden. He could tell that his brother was nervous and whatever it was, Max was going to be there for him. His gaze followed as Kaden retrieved the envelope out of his glove box. He could feel his heart start to race in his chest. He was nervous for his brother. He knew how much Kaden wanted this and he was worried about seeing that look on his face if he didn’t get it. However, Max vowed to stay positive. That was just the type of guy he was. “You want me to open it? Are you sure?” He questioned, looking up at him. Max was always certain that his brother was embarrassed by him and found him slightly annoying, so it surprised him that Kaden wanted to include him in on this moment. “Are you ready?” He asked, slightly rhetorically as he tore into the envelope, the small smile on his face growing a bit wider. “How long’s the bus ride from here to Columbus?” He beamed, passing the letter over to his brother.

[maxwellfabray-blog]

TEXT: MAX + RORA

Rora: ummm, i think i might apply

Rora: do you think they would hire me?

Max: you should!!!

Max: yeah like no question. you're super delightful and you have experience from working with your grams, right?

Max: can't wait for you to join the team!

[maxwellfabray-blog]

TEXT: MAX + RORA

Rora: Hiiii, sorry I didn't say hi to you after church, I usually do D: my grandma just decided to plan a last minute Sunday lunch with my family askfg hope you understand!!

Max: it's okay! we always hang out too long after church anyway.

Max: did you ever decide about your hummel's application? you gonna come work with me???

[bentleylynn]

can i help you?

𝐖𝐇𝐎: Bentley Lynn & @maxwellfabray​​​

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Friday, February 19th

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: WMHS

There were days where Bentley just wanted to be as loud as he could, meaning that he would probably spend his day in the band room playing the drums. It was the best thing to let off some steam, especially since his mind was still thinking about Malcolm most of the time. Plus, if he didn’t have his drums, he probably would out in the halls pranking people and the last thing he needed right now was to get in trouble with Principal Remington or with any teacher in general – and the last thing he wanted was for his mom to be called to the office so he would even get in more trouble at home. It was bad enough as it is, he didn’t need something else happening that would only put him in more trouble.

As he was playing the drums, Bentley didn’t even notice that someone had walked in the band room and was watching him. After a few seconds after he stopped playing to drink some water, Bentley’s eyes scanned the room until he finally saw someone there, before raising an eyebrow. “The fuck? How long have you been standing there?” Bentley asked, before shaking his head. “Can I help you?” He asked the other, recognizing him – it was Max Fabray. Bentley had never really talked to him, but he knew that they were in some classes together and of course, he knew his brother Kaden. Even if Bentley was good friends with Kaden, he couldn’t remember a time where he had ever spoken to Max, even if he had been to the Fabray household a couple of times before.

[maxwellfabray-blog]

It was pretty easy for Max to get distracted, especially when he was at school. There was nothing more boring than his algebra two class, except maybe his English class. Either way, Max was happy once his class had let out and he could head to his locker. It wasn’t long before he got distracted on his way to his locker by the sound of music coming from the band room. It sounded pretty good, so he followed it and quickly noticed it was Bentley Lynn smashing away on the drums. He didn’t know Bentley all that well. He just considered him one of Kaden’s friends that enjoyed partaking in those scandalous activities that Kaden enjoyed so much. Not his style. But Max didn’t necessarily have anything against Bentley. He just didn’t know him all that well.

He jumped back a little when Bentley noticed him, not expecting him to curse at him. But maybe he deserved it. He had kind of snuck up on him. “You’re so talented, man!” He beamed, nodding his head. So far, not so awkward. Especially for two people who definitely weren’t close at all. “We could always use a new drummer at church,” he explained, raising an eyebrow at the other boy. “Do you know any Christian rock songs?”

[maxwellfabray-blog]

i’m goin’ down //

𝐖𝐇𝐎: maxwell fabray & @jazziejazxo​​​​

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: wednesday, feb. 17 evening

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: church

No one was more attentive during bible study than Max Fabray. He usually prided himself on it. And tonight, was no different. Pastor Jones, as usual, did an excellent job tying in a great story from the bible and keeping everyone engaged. As the evening winded down and people started leaving, Max noticed Jazmine still waiting around on a pew, so he walked over and joined her. Both of their moms liked to stay behind and gossip, so it didn’t really surprise him that they were both stuck there for a little bit. “Hey Jaz,” he greeted with a small smile. His thumb traced lightly over the words Holy Bible as he stared down at the book in his hands. The book in his hands was one of the reasons he enjoyed talking to Jazmine so much. A lot of the other kids at school didn’t get it, but she did. “Did you enjoy the scripture tonight?” He asked, before glancing over at his mom who was talking to Jaz’s uncle about something. He shook his head as he tried to ignore the fact that his mother was likely flirting with their married pastor only a few feet away from his wife and sister. “Do you want to take a walk or something while we wait? I know both of our moms usually stick around for an extra thirty minutes after every church function.”

[maxwellfabray-blog]

pursuit of happiness //

𝐖𝐇𝐎: maxwell fabray & @reggiedelmo​​​

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: thursday, feb. 18 evening

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: rinky dinks

Max didn’t really have a lot of places where he hung out. There was his house, Sage’s house, school, and church. And that was about it. Every once in a while, he would stop by the Bean and grab a coffee, but even then, it was always to go. Sometimes though, he would find the time to go visit Reggie at Rinky Dinks. It was always fun to hang out with Reggie outside of celibacy club. Although, the guy had admitted to actually enjoying spending time with him, Max liked the feeling of being friends without the rest of the club around. It made it feel like they were actually friends. He jumped up on the counter and took a bite out of his Slim Jim before turning to look over at Reggie. “Is it cool if I sit up here?” He questioned, before looking up at the ceiling in thought.  Max knew that Reggie was more like Kaden and that was fine, he was just glad that he considered Max a friend. Soon, Kaden’s senior year would be over and Max wouldn’t have to worry about the shadow cast over him by his big brother. He wouldn’t have to worry about how friends like Reggie were better suited for and probably enjoyed hanging with Kaden more than him. “Did you have fun at Candyland?” He asked, looking back over at his friend. Thankfully, the rink wasn’t too busy. Not too many people were flocking to roller-skate in the middle of the week. “Who’d you go with?”

[maxwellfabray-blog]

MAXWELL BARAK FABRAY IS INTERVIEWING FOR THE BUILD CREW!

I’ve helped build the sets for all of the plays at my church. I also build the manger every year around Christmas time, so I have a ton of experience. Football season has been over for a while, so outside of celibacy club and work, I have some free time to devote to this musical. First and foremost though, my main devotion is to our lord and savior.

This could be a plus, but I also own all of my own tools. I know sometimes it’s hard to find the money to purchase good tools when you’re working off a small budget. But no need to fear, I can supply all of my own equipment. I have the works. Screwdrivers, drills, saws. You name it, it’s in Fababy’s tool box.

I wouldn’t say that I love musicals. I don’t really know a lot about them. We did Godspell at church a few years ago. That was a fun one. I’m not familiar with this one, but I’m always interested in something new and cheering everyone on. I’m always on time. I have a great work ethic. I’m the Lebron James of set building pretty much. Thanks for the opportunity!

[maxwellfabray-blog]

candymotta​:

Candy’s birthdays were always some sort of extravaganza and she was proud of herself for that – she wanted to be remembered for always throwing the best parties and not be remembered for being a mafia baby (which wasn’t true, but everyone seemed to think that). However, it seemed like Max didn’t really see her just because of her money or because she could be mean sometimes, he knew that Candy was just a girl like any others looking to have fun, but she was rich. There was nothing wrong with that. As she looked up at the ceiling for a few seconds, her eyes fell on Max again with a small smile, as she let out a small giggle when the other mentioned the pony again. “You should feel honored that you’re so close to Buttercup on the list, honestly. He was a good pony.” Candy said, remembering that time of her life where she had actually owned a pony – maybe it was a little too much for a little girl to have asked for something like a pony, but the truth is that Candy had loved that gift as much as any other gifts she got. “Well, you do know how to have fun, that much is true. And listen, at least your dance moves aren’t dangerous, you haven’t broken anyone’s nose yet, so that’s like, really good.” She said with a small smile, as she shrugged her shoulders as she was now leading the two of them in the dance – it was a funny sight, but Candy was having the time of her life. As Max asked her if she got everything she wanted, Candy nodded her head slowly. “You know what, I think I did… I mean, I have a cute date, all of my friends seem to be having fun and I’m the hottest girl in the room. Plus, you have to admit that this is one of the best parties that you’ve ever been to.” Candy said with a smile. “But you have a gift you want to give to me, then you can. Just don’t break dance, please.”

Max thought it was cool that Candy had such a big birthday celebration. His life was so different. Most of his birthday parties were just his mom, the Puckermans, and his brother all surrounding him while he blew out birthday candles. He didn’t make a big deal out of like this, but he thought it was cool that Candy could command so much attention and everyone just followed suit. “Buttercup?” He questioned, wrinkling his nose. “That’s such a cute name.” A soft chuckle left his lips as he thought about how different they were. There was no way he could ever own a pony or would want to. He was just a more low-key person than that. And also, could never afford a pony. She was clearly, freaking rich. “Has someone done that before?” He asked with a laugh. “Broken a nose while dancing? I’ve yet to do that, but I do think I break our choir’s spirit whenever I clap off beat at church,” he teased, shaking his head. It was almost as bad as his Zumba skills, but he didn’t think she needed to know that. “I’m happy that I could be a part of it,” he offered up with a wink. “I mean, seriously. If I made your birthday great just by being your cute date then that’s pretty good to me,” he smirked. He nodded his head at her next insistence, pausing their dance so that he could reach into his jacket pocket. “I got you two cards. A birthday card and a valentine’s day card. I didn’t really know which one to pick,” he chuckled before passing them over to her. “Happy birthday, Candy. And also, happy Valentine’s Day.”

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candymotta​:

Candy probably could have any date that she wanted, especially if she went looking for someone in the football team that was looking for a date to her birthday party, but she definitely didn’t regret asking Max to go with him. Candy would never understand why anyone would be part of the celibacy club willingly, but it seemed like Max actually liked being there, which was surprising to say the least. When Max asked if he couldn’t dance, Candy let out a small laugh as she shook her head. “Well, in all honestly, I’ve seen worse. “ She lied, but she wasn’t about to hurt Max’s feelings when she had been the one to ask him out – he was a bad dancer, but at least no one had gotten hurt yet, which was definitely a win. The last thing she had been expecting was to slow dance with Max, but she was glad that she was doing it – she didn’t even care if people were looking at her, what mattered was that she was having fun with a great guy, which was more than a lot of people in the restaurant could say. As she looked up at Max, Candy nodded her head. “The pony definitely wins, I’m sorry to tell you. But I don’t know, maybe you’re a close second.” She said with a smile, letting out a small chuckle. At the other’s question, Candy raised an eyebrow as she thought on what to say – she didn’t want to be mean to the other, but it was the truth. “Well, you know, the whole bible thing is kind of a turn off… But don’t worry, I think you’re totes fun.” She said with a giggle, before shrugging her shoulders. “I can be mean, but I’m only mean to people I really don’t like. Or that have been mean to me before, so it’s like, justified, you know?”

Max hadn’t felt as out of place as he thought he would. Most of the people from school were there, and if he needed to go hide out somewhere, he could feel comfortable then he knew he could find Sage and talk to her. But he didn’t feel uncomfortable with Candy, even if she did insult his dance moves. He could live with that. He didn’t immediately notice any extra eyes on them when they started to slow dance, but he figured people would want to get a good look at the birthday girl and the curly haired shlub she was currently dancing with. And he knew people were probably surprised. There were a lot of misconceptions about celibacy club out there, but people always expected him to be boring. He was virgin, that didn’t mean he didn’t know how to have fun at all. “Close second to a pony? I will take it.” Another round of laughter left his lips, as they kept swaying to the beat. His subconscious had taken over and he was unintentionally letting Candy lead. There was really no doubt that she was the better dancer between the two of them anyway. He was certain that he was the worst dancer there. “I don’t talk about the bible as much as people think I do,” he explained with a shrug of his shoulders. “I’m a Christian, sure. But I can be friends with all kinds of people. And I know how to have fun. Clearly,” he grinned, shaking his head. It wasn’t that he’d thought Candy was a terrible person. On the contrary, he always liked chatting with her in class. But he’d seen her in the group chat and she definitely knew how to snipe out an insult. “You just surprised me tonight. You’re a lot of fun,” he mumbled out, before shaking his head again. “Did you get everything you wanted today? I mean, I can’t go out and get you a pony, but I’ll break dance for you or something if that’s a gift on your list.”

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candymotta​:

Candy had to make sure that everyone at her party was having fun and plus, she had to have fun herself. That’s why when Max grabbed her hand while she was talking to some friends, she was quick to wave at them with a smile as she made her way with him to the dance floor. Even if he was a pretty bad dancer, Candy couldn’t help but to smile – she had to admit that she was having fun, not only because she knew how to throw a party, but also because Max was good company. Even her mom had agreed that he was really cute, so everything was going pretty well. “I’m having fun too! Even if you can’t really dance!” Candy said with a chuckle, even though it was true, she wanted to make sure that Max knew that she hadn’t said that to be mean. “Even if Lennon is sneaking people in, this is really fun.” Candy said as she clapped at the boys up on stage and cheered for them once they stopped performing, only to be surprised by Max pulled her close for a slow dance – now that was something she didn’t expect, but she wasn’t about to complain. As she wrapped her arms around Max’s neck, she smiled up at him. “I have to say that this is probably one of my favorite birthdays! But my favorite was definitely when my mom got me a pony… I miss him sometimes.” Candy said with a chuckle. “You know, Maxwell, you’re a really fun date… It’s a shame that people don’t see that, because I thought you were going to be boring about the Bible and stuff like that. But I have to admit that you know how to have fun. I’m glad I asked you.” She said with a nod.

Max was having a blast. He wasn’t one for parties much, but that was mostly because he didn’t get invited to any of them. People thought he was a square, but he wasn’t anything of the sort. At least, he didn’t think so. Sure, he loved to read the good word, but that didn’t mean he and his bad dance moves couldn’t get down. Quite the opposite, he loved dancing and he was having a great time dancing with Candy. “Wait. I can’t dance?” He questioned, immediately shaking his head. Despite the words of Candy, Bri, Pastor Devon, and the entire Evans family, Max was certain he had some sort of rhythm. He just had to. Max could tell that he had caught Candy off guard by initiating a slow dance, but he was vibing with his new identity as the Christian guy who also knew how to have fun. Of course, he was hoping that Winnie would catch sight of him having fun on the dance floor and would be impressed, but he really wasn’t all that worried about her at the moment. “I’m glad I can sort of compete with a pony,” he spoke up with a chuckle. “But I get why the pony wins out in the end.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and tried his hardest to sway on beat with the music. He was still terrible, but it was easier to move to the beat now that he was in sync with someone who could actually dance. “People don’t think I’m fun?” He asked, before adding, “I’m glad I could kind of prove you wrong.” His eyes glanced up toward the ceiling, before he dropped his gaze back down to hers. “You’re really fun too. I thought you’d be more... I don’t know... Mean?”

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TEXT: aurora + max

Rora: YES!! We have all of those flavors. Would you like a dozen, or half a dozen? :D

MAX: Rad! I'll take half a dozen. Can't eat a dozen red velvet cupcakes all by myself! How much do I owe ya?