#maxinamillion

[queenlexington]

Reyna was frantic, for obvious reasons. She’d assured her grandmother a few months ago that she would be bringing her girlfriend to thanksgiving next week, which would be fine, had she not broken up with said girlfriend. And she couldn’t exactly break her grandmother’s heart like that. So she needed a fake. A decoy girlfriend, even.

“What am I gonna do?” She mutters, so busy pacing back and forth that she doesn't notice that the door had opened behind her.

[queenlexington]

As soon as Reyna saw the little sign on the door she felt her heart sink down into her stomach.

R Lexington, M Clarke

There was only one M Clarke in her entire year and they just so happened to hate Reyna's guts. Clearly the year wasn't going to be as amazing as she'd hoped.

Huffing out a sigh, she pushes the door to the room open, a frown already on her face when she sees her new roommate.

“Clarke.”

[queenlexington]

truth has a cost||clexington

@maxinamillion

She wasn’t entirely sure how she’d managed it, but she’d managed to hook up with the one and only Max Clarke, and it felt good. It certainly didn’t hurt that Max happened to be the object of Reyna’s affections, and the fact it would hurt Reyna only made it that much sweeter, but she wasn’t going to let Max Clarke know that, because Max clearly didn’t know who she was currently making out with.

She catches sight of the plaque on the door as Max leads her inside and she stifles a laugh. They were roommates. That was even better.

And then she’s inside the room, the door closed behind her, and the laugh jumps out anyway as Francesca notices the absurd amount of Harry Potter memorabilia.

“Wow, Reyna really hasn’t changed since I dated her, huh?”

[queenlexington]

A Chance Encounter. // Reyna&Max.

She wanders the corridors late at night, too wired to sleep, her heart aching slightly, not used to being away from Thalia for so long, regardless of why.

“Oh my god.” The words slip from her lips unstopped as she recognises the person at the other end of the corridor, and her heart rate quickens, pounding like a drum as butterflies swarm in her stomach.

“Max?”

[thereyningqueen]

first the worst; clexington

A sigh came to her lips as she fixed her outfit for the sixth time, straightening the hemline, pulling up stray straps, and again glancing in the mirror, a final check to see that she looked perfect. Her heart hammered against her ribcage, the sound of blood pumping through her deafening as she tried to keep her calm, nerves overtaking her body.

She walked slowly, the oven switched off, food still inside to keep it warm - a frantic call to her mother having confirmed what she was doing was right, and soon her eyes caught sight of their target, the small plaque that read Max’s name. Approaching the door, she took a deep breath before knocking thrice.

“Max, can I come in?”

[thereyningqueen]

Clexington for the ship meme yo

Send me a ship, and I’ll reply with:

Who would throw the other in the pool: Max, who would then jump right in after

Who is the better carer when the other is sick: Reyna, obviously

Who would force the other to do extreme sports with them: Max

Who would cook the better romantic dinner: Max

Who would build the blanket fort in the living room: It's a team effort, it falls down a lot but it happens

Who would have the best holiday ideas: Reyna

Who would need to clean out the other’s stuff to make room for their own: Max

[thereyningqueen]

hello, it’s me; closed para; clexington

She's exploring her third or fourth corridor in the space of mere minutes, slightly confused as to why she was even there in the first place, but so far it was good. It was spacious.

She had just turned the corner when she heard it. The voice she would recognise anywhere. It didn't matter that she didn't know her personally - not yet, but she knew it was Max.

She followed the sound, her eyes narrowed, and came to face a tall girl, currently on the phone to someone, and the word slipped from her lips before she could stop it.

"Max?"