MAXYNN BAKER is TWENTY ONE years old, potrayed by GRACE VAN PATTEN and her secret is, she’s a in a toxic relationship
Bio:
Maxynn Baker, at 21 years old, had finally escaped the small-town life she had known all her life. Moving into her college dorm, she was eager for the freedom that came with a new beginning. Surrounded by friends, her roommate, and the excitement of a new chapter, Maxynn thought she was on the verge of finding herself. She was living the dream—until she realized the nightmare that followed her to campus.
Maxynn had been dating her boyfriend, Jason, since high school. At first, the relationship had seemed perfect. He was charming, protective, and always there when she needed him. But what started as affection quickly spiraled into something darker. Jason was possessive, controlling, and increasingly volatile. Maxynn tried to end things multiple times, but each attempt only ended in more violence. After every fight, he would shower her with apologies—usually in the form of roses and sweet words. She would convince herself that he was sorry, that he loved her and couldn’t help the way he acted.
But Maxynn knew deep down that something wasn’t right. Despite her new freedom at college, she felt like a prisoner to Jason’s whims. He stalked her every move, showing up uninvited at parties and even fights with strangers who looked at her the wrong way. The constant anxiety wore her down. Maxynn had no peace. Every time she left her dorm, she feared running into him or triggering another outburst.
Her friends and even her roommate began to notice the changes in Maxynn—her mood swings, her constant fear, and her quiet withdrawal when Jason was around. But Maxynn couldn’t explain it, not even to herself. Was this love? Was she really just caught in the whirlwind of an intense relationship, or was this something darker? She couldn’t tell anymore. She no longer knew if his actions were a sign of deep affection or a reflection of his sociopathic tendencies.
The infernal beeping sound coming from somewhere outside his dreams startled Fynn awake. With a heavy groan, he rolled over and hit the snooze button with as much force as he could muster at this early of an hour. It would figure that on his day off he was given the task of making sure Max didn't oversleep and miss her shift. With a yawn he sat up and put his feet on the floor. The hardwood was freezing on his bare soles, but he figured that would help him wake up. After going to the kitchen and preparing some coffee, he made his way into his best friend's room and stared at her for a moment. Her alarm was still going off, so he figured she must have had an especially tough day yesterday. With the plastic stick that he kept by her bed for just such occasions, he prodded her in the side somewhat gently. "Wake up horse face. It's time for work."
After almost an entire night, three beds, and countless drinks, Fynn stumbled back to campus and towards the girls' dorms. Actual thought processes were difficult to maintain at the moment. All he was certain of was that he was near Max's room. Maybe he could stop in and see her. She shouldn't be too put out. As far as he could remember, she kept about as strange of a schedule as he did.
Finally stumbling his way to her room, Fynn knocked loudly on Max's door. "Hey Maxey, open up!" With a sloppy grin, he greeted her as pleasantly as he could once the door opened. A short chortle escaped him as he stumbled into her room and made himself comfortable on her bed. "So, Max, we've gotta talk. I gotta get rid of this whole thing. It's gotta stop." Shaking his head somewhat violently, he tried to keep the room from spinning. All of his drinks were making his head fuzzy and he wasn't sure how much sense he was actually making.
Looking back up at his friend, or rather three of her, he tried to figure out which one was actually Max. Fynn grinned at each one of the three and hoped that she wouldn't noticed that he couldn't pick out which one she was. With a toss of his hair, he decided he didn't care. "So there are three of you right now, but that's not the point. The point is that this is me and I'm not about to change because of some bitch who thinks she can make me have feelings." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he wanted to hit himself for calling Maddie a bitch. She was, but that didn't mean he had to call her one. He was an asshole, but that didn't mean he liked when people used the word in reference to him.
Date/location: March 3, 2006 (Fynn's 16th birthday) - The Lourve Art Museum
TW/notes: Nope
For Fynn's sixteenth birthday, all he wanted to do was have a peaceful day with his best friend where no one would find them. No pressure to be someone he isn't, no sadness of remembering the past, no cops chasing him, he just wanted a single day of freedom. Initially he hadn't wanted to do anything, and just forget the day altogether. It seemed like such an overrated thing to do, to celebrate a birthday. After all, he hadn't done anything for the past nine of them so why should this one be any different? Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, for him Max had decided that there was no way this 'monumental' birthday was going to go by without some sort of happy event.
Not knowing where they were headed, Fynn clung to his sense of dread like a toddler to his blanket. Max knew him as well as he knew himself, but that didn't mean she always got it right. As many times as he tried to convince her that he'd much rather just stay home and drink, she would just shake her head and pull him along down the street. "I've flown all the way to Paris to be with you on your birthday, so you'd better suck it up and deal with whatever I have planned." Her response was the same every time, and all he could do was groan and roll his eyes. After knowing her most of his life, he'd grown accustomed to the stubborn no-nonsense nature that matched his own.
After walking for what seemed like forever, Max finally stopped. Just as he was about to make another snide comment, he looked up and realized where they were. Fynn's jaw practically hit the ground. In front of them loomed The Lourve. The most famous art museum in the world, and somehow his best friend planned on getting him in for his birthday. "You know we can't sneak in here. I've tried." Her mischievous smile graced her face as she held up two tickets and practically waved them in his face. Excitement rushed through him as he swept her off her feet and spun her around, planting a kiss on her mouth as he set her back on the ground.
Never before had he been so excited about anything. While Fynn hated for people to know about his passion, Max being the only one he'd ever told how much he loved art, it had been a life-long dream of his to spend a day in the Lourve. Once he was inside, he realized that a single day would be nowhere near long enough to satisfy him. Wandering through the halls was like being in Heaven. He would get as close as he could to each piece, especially the drawings and paintings, and study them for as long as he could. Once they reached the Mona Lisa, he practically cried with joy. Forty five minutes he spent staring at every inch of that painting. The brush strokes, the way her eyes had been captured in the moment, how every detail of the woman was perfectly preserved on this canvas. Honestly he would have stayed in that one spot for hours if he could have.
Fynn knew that Max wasn't into art the way he was, which made him even more grateful for the gift. As he studied and stared, in awe of every piece he saw, she politely followed behind with a bored expression on her face. They'd arrived as soon as the museum had opened, and they didn't leave until it was closing for the night. As soon as they were back out in the night air, he pulled his dearest friend to him in a warm embrace. Whispering in her ear, he put all of his gratitude and every emotion he didn't know he had into three words. "Thank you, Max."
Though as far as he was concerned, no one would ever know about this besides the two of them, he often remembers their day in the museum as the greatest day of his life. In his mind, there is no way to top his best friend, the most beautiful art in the world, and a lack of any sort of pressure all in one day. He'd done nothing illegal. He'd spent an entire day with the one person who would never leave him. He'd finally caught a glimpse of what happiness might feel like, should he ever achieve it.
