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Up, down, up, down. The tennis ball flies towards the ceiling before landing safely in Max's hand. She doesn't have any classes today, and after months and months of studying for classes and grinding during The X Games, she just wants a moment of peace. A moment where she doesn't have to do anything but exist.
Although, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't bored right now. The first few hours without P.J and Bobby were liberating, she would admit. She loves her bestfriends, but the three of them are always a unit. They always have been. Even when it was just her and Petra, they were viewed by others as a singular entity. In their youth, the two girls would go everywhere together and do everything with each other. That dynamic didn't change when Bobby joined their ranks, or when they got older. It only added other factors to the game.
So having a bit of Max time while her friends were in class? Hell fucking yes, she initially thought. However, that was a few hours ago, and now she's run out of things to do. Hence why she's lying in bed in her pajamas while tossing a stolen tennis ball in the air.
But then, she hears a beep come from the waistband of her boxers. She catches the ball before shooting upright in the bed. Her eyes glance at the first three numbers that come across the digitized green screen of her pager.
The three little numbers make her heart race. She immediately jumps out of bed and gets ready to go out. She throws on baggy, low rise jean shorts over her underwear and a black sleeveless shirt to cover her sports bra.
The rational part of her brain begs her to slow the fuck down, this is too much. But that part of her brain is puny compared to the voice that's driving her every move right now. So even though she knows she's entirely too excited for this, she doesn't stop moving a mile a minute. She puts on her silver chain, walks into a few puffs of her cologne, and runs out the door without even bothering to touch up her hair (it's a lost cause).
She never thinks to respond to the message. She doesn't need to. Because there's only one person who would ever send her something like that.
104. Come over.
Max and Brittany have been doing this same song and dance for awhile now. It's in no way shape or form a new arrangement between the two student. Yet despite this, Max can't help but still feel her stomach fluttering with enthusiasm as she zooms down the street. The sneaking around, the stolen moments between the two, she loves it all. She's so used to the way things are that the whole thing has just become second nature to her. She knows the back way to The Gamma Mu Mu Sorority like the back of her hand. She knows to skate fast enough so people don't see her, but if they do see her, to be friendly to them because they'll be less likely to be suspicious. She knows to ditch her board a few house's before Brittany's, she knows to crouch around to the fence, she knows that when she makes her way to the backyard, the backdoor will be open for her.
It's the same old routine that Max will never get tired of. Per usual, she leaves her board under a tree at a different sorority before jogging over to the Gamma's back fence. She waits a moment, looking around and keeping her ears peered. When she hears and sees nothing, she hops the fence with haste, landing softly in the grass. The pool in the backyard is abandoned, as expected, and the glass sliding door is open just enough for Max to use her fingers to pry it open. Inside the house, there's no noise besides the AC blowing.
Up the stairs, Max knows Brittany's door is the one at the end of the hallway, two doors past the bathroom on the left hand side. She opens the door with a sly grin, finding Brittany lying on top of her already-made bed casually, watching the tiny TV that's on her dresser. Max doesn't know what's crazier: the fact that Brittany doesn't look like she's trying today or the fact that she looks beautiful even when she's laid back.
Brittany has her usually straightened brown hair up in a hair clip messily, displaying her diamond stud earrings. She's opted for her black frame glasses today instead of her usual contacts, which is a move Max never sees her go for. She's also wearing a fuzzy gray tracksuit that Brittany would NEVER be caught dead wearing in public.
Max gently collapse on top of Brittany, her small body landing in between the other girl's legs, her head nestled sweetly in valley of Brittany's chest.
"Boobs," Max says like it's the answer to all the problems in the universe, drawn out lazily and slow. Brittany scoffs at Max, but doesn't move in the slightest.
"You're such a pervert."
"You like it." Max leaves the warmth of Brittany's tits to give her a kiss, which Brittany gladly accepts. Brittany pulls away from Max before the kiss becomes anything too serious. Normally, Max would pout, but the smile on Brittany's face makes her forget all about the missed opportunity of a make -out session.
Brittany pulls out a yellow bag of Peanut M&M's from her left side. "Want any?" She asks. The bag makes Max stop and look around the bed for a moment. Brittany is surrounded by a bunch of decorative throw pillows and right next to where the M&M's were is a stack of various rom-com VHS tapes.
"Bad day, huh?" Max asks with a hint of amusement. Brittany throws her head back and groans, recounting how today is the second day of her period and she is currently on heavy flow status, hence why she has declared herself bedridden for the rest of the day.
Brittany pats the empty side of the bed. "Watch the movie with me?" Max finds it funny that even after all these weeks of "hanging out" Brittany still finds it hard to be normal about certain things.
It's cute.
Max rolls off Brittany's chest, promising herself that later, later, she's going to lay on top of Brittany again and bask in her warmth. But for now, she'll settle with cuddling right next to Brittany while some shitty movie plays in the background.
"They're not shitty!" Brittany had told her the last time they did something like this. "Romantic comedies are cinema just as much as any action movie is!" Max had no idea Brittany was so passionate over something as silly as a chick flick, but it had been nice to learn that there was more to her than just skating, school, and status. Despite all her flaws, Brittany is a person too with her own quirks and passions. Max always found it cool whenever Brittany opened up a little more, allowing Max discover something new about her.
Max settles on top of Brittany's purple comforter, her head lying on Brittany's shoulder. She feels Brittany's toned muscles relax underneath her sweater, and Max wants to always be held like this. By her. The movie goes on and even though Max is looking straight at the TV, her thoughts are on the girl besides her. The two of them lay together silently, Brittany hanging on to every word that characters are saying. And Max is just content to be her side, even if they really aren't doing anything or even touching a lot.
After thirty minutes of trying to pay attention to the movie, Max can't take it anymore and she diverts her gaze to Brittany. She has looked at her face countless of times from this distance, but she stares at Brittany like it's the first time she's laid eyes on her. Her strong, powerful jaw that is responsible for why she talks so much, her stone cold blue eyes, which are -as corny as it is- as deep as the ocean. Her thick, block-shaped eyebrows that convey every emotion perfectly, her thin lips, which are for some reason, trembling-
Wait, what?
Suddenly, Brittany's whole expression changes. She goes from enjoying the movie to...sadness in a heartbeat. Max doesn't understand what's wrong. She looks at the TV, and it seems like the movie was almost at its end. The love interest of the protagonist is doing some grand gesture to show how much they care for their lover after they had just gotten into a huge fight a few days prior.
"Someone's getting a little emotional over a movie," Max chuckles. She was hoping poking some fun at the movie would put Brittany back in a good mood. Instead, Brittany abruptly grabs the TV remote and pauses the movie.
"Brittany?"
She turns her back towards Max, looking down as she holds herself.
"What's wrong?" Max puts a hand on her shoulder and Brittany swings back towards Max, tears bubbling in her eyes.
"I wish you were a boy."
She says it so softly, but it hits Max's heart like a dump truck. She's so taken aback by her statement, she doesn't even know how to deal with Brittany's random breakdown.
"What do you mean?" Insecurity can't help but bleed into her words.
Who the hell says something like that to somebody else?
"Look at them, Max!" Brittany angrily points her whole hand towards the TV. On the screen, the two lovers, a man and a woman, stand far away from each other, but it's clear that they are meant to be.
"If you were a boy, I'd be able to take you on an actual date, not just invite you over whenever nobody's around. I'd be able to hold your hand and kiss you in public instead of waiting in an alley for you after class just to see you in private. I wouldn't have to pretend that I hate you and I'd be able to do so many things with you that I just can't do right now because you're a girl and I'm a girl and this is-"
"Fine. This is just fine, Brittany. We've talked about this before. I know this has to be a secret, and I'm okay with that." Max reaches out for Brittany's hand and squeezes it firmly. "You know...I actually like that it's a secret." Max admits, awkwardly scratching the back of her neck at the confession.
Brittany sniffles and wipes her eyes before asking, "What do you mean?"
"The sneaking around? The fake fighting? The thrill of potentially getting caught? It's kinda...hot. Is that fucked up?"
Brittany laughs at Max's ridiculousness and rolls her eyes. She always knows how to make her feel better. "Of course the thought of everyone finding out turns you on. You're such a freak." Knowing she's back in and everything is going to be alright, Max climbs into Brittany's lap before continuing.
"C'mon, you gotta admit it's pretty exciting."
"More like nerve wracking."
"The best part is the fact that I don't have to share you with anyone else. No one else gets to see you like this. This is all mine. You're mine."
A shiver goes down Brittany's spine like a bucket of ice water. She hooks her fingers under Max's chain and pulls Max in for a passionate kiss. Max's hands travel up Brittany's sides until they reach her face, her mouth greedy. As Max's thumb holds up Brittany's chin, further deepening the kiss, all Max can think of is how dangerous Brittany is, and how that has always been the biggest thing that attracted Max to her.
Max doesn't leave The Gamma Sorority until late that night, which wasn't her original intention but she has no regrets. It does, however, make returning back home damn near impossible. But by some miracle, she's able to sneak out the house undetected. She hops the fence, lands in the dirt, and just as she is about to take off to find her skate board, she feels eyes on her. She looks behind her at the one person who could possibly be seeing her right now. Even though Max herself can't see Brittany, she knows she's watching Max leave from her bedroom window. Max winks and smiles at the window before leaving the sorority for good.
Not even three seconds after Max finds her board, her pager goes off again. 832. I miss you. Max shakes her head and grins, her tongue running along her teeth.
She's so done for.