Jul 7, 2017
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“Max? ...Max! You awake dude? You looked like you totally zoned out.”
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“Max? ...Max! You awake dude? You looked like you totally zoned out.”
"After all this time together... You never thought to mention to me that you like pineapple and ham pizza, Warren? I-- I can't believe it. You've kept this from me for all these years, I'm... I'm going back to mother's. And I'm taking Spock with me. Goodbye, Warren."
“It’s not that big a deal, Max. Have you even tried it? It’s really good!” Warren tried to reason but frowned at her declaration. He stared at her as if she’d just said the worst thing in the world. And she kinda had, really. Their cat was just as much his child as it was hers. “W-What? You can’t take Spock! He’ll miss his father!”
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“Wanna try and make a run for it?” he asked, turning to Max as they hid under the cover of the bus stop overhang. They had been attempting to wait out the rain… but it didn’t look like it would be letting up anytime soon. Holding out his hand, he waited for her to take it, and then grinned, taking the lead as they ran down the sidewalk towards their apartment. It wasn’t a long trek, but with how hard it was raining they were soaked within a matter of moments.
Out of breath, they eventually had to slow to a stop and he turned to her. “Well… it was worth a shot,” he chuckled, not really minding the rain all that much. Especially when he looked at his girlfriend. Even wet she looked radiant, her blue eyes having brightened in contrast to the darker brown her hair got when soaked. She was beautiful, but that wasn’t a surprise… He just couldn’t help but point it out to himself in moments like this. Dazed for a moment, he didn’t realize how long he’d been starting until Max re-focused his attention by giving his hand within her’s a squeeze. He smiled at the confusion on her face at his odd behavior.
“…but I guess a little water never hurt,” he added to his earlier comment and stepped closer to her. Closing the distance between them, he kissed her, more than happy with the warmth of her lips pressed against his in contrast with the cool rain. He wrapped an arm around her waist and deepened it, letting the wet strands of her hair tickle his face. When he pulled back, his cheeks were flushed. “I’d say that was one for the movies,” he joked.
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“Don't—twist mywords. I’m not fucking stupid, I know what I said.”
The defensiveness always stayed, readyto throw up a wall when needed. This was minor. He knew it, she most likely knewit. Yet, he couldn’t help it, as much as she was in with their friendgroup. Still, he managed to take a bit of a breath, settling onbacking down letting it go as he rolled his eyes.
“Whatever. Vic wants TwoWhales, so quit stalling. Are you coming or not?”
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Both Warren’s parents can be pretty strict when it comes to his schooling, but out of the two of them, his mother has always been the strictest. A lot of his fondest memories with his father were the times that they tended to get away with things that they both knew Warren’s mother wouldn’t have liked. (I.E. late night snacks, cookies before dinner… just small things like that). Well, one time when the two of them had snuck downstairs passed his bedtime for some ice cream, his mother caught them dairy-handed.—eating straight out of the container. As one could imagine, she was annoyed, but after the both of them had gotten an earful, she surprised them by grabbing a spoon and digging in herself for herself. It may not seem very exciting, but it was nice to see his mother cut loose a little for once. Little six-year-old Warren thought it was the best night ever.
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Nathan had always had poor impulse control once anger got its claws in him.
Usually, it meant that his fists went flying–a chair thrown at a mouthy teacher, holes in walls and broken knuckles, shaky hands gripping at throats and chins. That violent anger was always present, gripping at the back of his mind, but a part of him would rather have that expressed than the medley of horrible memories and emotions kicking around in there. Still, instead of just shoving or hissing out insults and threats through clenched teeth, he did something that baffled him as much as it must have baffled her.
It felt like ever since the incident in the girl’s bathroom, he had been seeing much more of the nosey hipster. Not in a good way–she just couldn’t leave his shit alone. She had been getting a lot more gutsy, too, a trait that Nathan always seemed to clash with in other people, and with the fuel to be spitting fire at each other, it was a lot more common for him to be butting heads with her. She had been getting in his face, Nathan’s hands wishing to grab at her the deeper into the argument they got, his own hand shooting out to grab at the collar of her hoodie as the urge was realized.There was the thought to shove her back–‘step off my ass, whore!’–and yet he found himself yanking her toward him, using the momentum to press–more like knock–his mouth against hers.
The kiss wasn’t soft, the presence of teeth and bone colliding made it so it actually hurt, so in turn the kiss was very short lived. It lasted only a couple seconds but it felt like the roughness of the action had knocked the sense back into him, Nathan stepping back as he rubbed at his throbbing nose.
“You–” he started, moving his hand from his face somewhat. His voice was a little shaky, embarrassment sinking into his gut as he continued, “You tell anybody about this and you’re fuckin’ dead, Max. I mean it.”
Dark ass movies, copper and tellurium (among other science stuff, pfft), and Comic Con (bc we all know he'd go)
Name three things you associate with my muse and they’ll react to them!
1. “Well, I do enjoy the strange and the weird. There’s actually some pretty dope dark flicks out there. It’s crazy to see where people’s creative minds go no holds barred.”
2. “Oh that... haha. You saw that? Max wrote it. *goes all bashful and fidgety* Ah-- But yeah, I’m your neighborhood science guy. It’s just been something I’ve latched onto since I was really little. My grandpa was really into Scifi so I got into that, which got me into actual science.”
3. “Oh man. I love going to comic con. I was thinking of dressing up as the 4th doctor for the next one... but I don’t know yet. I kinda want to dress up as Marty too. I think I could pull him off. Oh yeah, but it’s always a fun time when I get the chance to go.”
Butterflies, guns, and the color blue for sure.
“Cameras, hipster stuff, and time travel. see i can do it too.”