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[fckingmax]

IT's otally the blue hair. You've laced it with some kind of love drug. I change my mind, turn it to something unattractive. Oh, trust me, I've noticed. Rosabella, class shouldn't be an option. At least not all the time. Heroes of Olympus? That I've never heard of.

So,

[fckingmax]

We probably have. Lord knows how hard of I a time I have concealing my love for you. Pft, yeah, in like, third grade, Rosa. ... Okay, that's really not okay. You need to get your ass to class. Thanks, I think. Yeah, I've been meaning to give those books a shot for years now, but I never got around to it.

So,

[fckingmax]

Yes, I'm just so madly in love with you, Rosabella. Couldn't you tell? Mm, but it's tiny and black and prone to crumbling. ... You're not serious, right? That's a joke? He's wonderful. Dark, and twisted, but wonderful. Percy Jackson? That's the one with all the Greek Gods, right?

So,

[fckingmax]

Who: Rosabella Smythe and Maxim Clarington.

When: Sunday, October 27th. Late.

Where: Max’s dorm.

What: As Max’s stress level steadily rises, he feels ready to explode. Cue Rosa to the rescue.

Rosabella:

"Shut up, I like it when you say cute things sometimes. But I’m never admitting that again." Rosabella said quietly, but with a laugh as she nudged him back. "It can when it’s really, really good conditioner. M’talkin’ like, twelve dollar conditioner. Plus, it just fucks with the end." Rosa commented, lifting the end of her hair and wiggling it around. "And s’healthy right now." She added, twisting the end around her finger before dropping it. She then laughed, covering her face. "Oh." She said simply, laughing again at the fact that his joke went right over her head. "You’ll deny a lot of things that we talk about in private to the grave. I know that all the nice things aren’t true to other people." Rosa replied with a small laugh, though still half serious. "Thank you, though. Idunno who else would appreciate my crazy like you do. Probably ‘cause you’re just as crazy yourself. We make a good pair." She grinned up at him. She chuckled when he glared at her, moving closer as he moved away, a laugh escaping her lips. "Will not." She said in her classic sassy-Rosa tone, pecking his cheek again before settling back to their original position, knowing that he wouldn’t actually make her leave. "Oh, god, that’s the worse. I actually want to throw up right now the contact is so bad." She teased, squealing softly when he pinched her hip due to being ticklish. Rosabella couldn’t help but grin when he spoke, tilting her head to meet his eyes. "Your cute is showing again." She spoke quietly, the grin still evident on her face.

Maxim:

Max's eyebrows rose immediately, and he leaned his head back. "Jesus Christ, finally, I'm not the only one in this relationship that has to admit and hide things." He half-joked, and then lowered one eyebrow, staring quizzically at her. "You pay twelve dollars for a bottle of conditioner? Fucking hell. I thought six was a rip-off." He mumbled, and then hummed when she started playing with her hair, reaching up to bring it all around in front of one shoulder, running his fingers through it. "To tell you the truth, I don't care how healthy it is so long as it smells as nice as it usually does." He admitted, thumbing the strands. He laughed quietly. "S'alright, I rarely ever make dirty jokes. Not my style, y'know." He said distractedly, glancing back over at the screen. He smiled a little, almost apologetically. "Look at it this way -- you get to see a side of me that no one else does." He said, and then smiled hugely, it a way that feigned being cute. Alright, maybe a little more soul-baring couldn't hurt. "I guess we do, huh?" He asked, leaning back against his pillows and staring back at her. His brow furrowed all over again and his blush returned, brighter than ever, when she kissed his cheek again, and he leaned back into the crook of her neck to hide his small smile. "That's it, you're out. Go." He said, but made no move to release her from his hold. He rolled his eyes at her, and glanced up, surprised and amused, when she squeaked. "What was that?" He laughed out loud, ignoring the throbbing ache it caused in his chest, and pinched her again, this time on her side, trying to pull the same noise out of her. Then, he grunted softly. "Yeah, well. Blame Alice in Wonderland. It does things to me." He muttered grumpily, eyes fixated back on the screen.

Damsel in Denial ⇎ Max/Rosa.

[fckingmax]

Correction, I tolerate your cuddles. And only because it's you. I don't know, are you? I haven't seen your schedule. It was just an example, anyway. ... Stephen King is pretty good. But you should extend to Bret Easton Ellis if you're into that type of stuff. Just sayin'.

So,

[fckingmax]

Christ, you always ask for cuddling. Why can't you ever ask for something I'm interested in, like help in Physics, or a book recommendation?

So,

[fckingmax]

Don't change the blue hair, alright? And share the pie.

So,

[fckingmax]

So,

I was going to disobey all of your requests and dye my hair. So, I go into the store to get the color that I wanted, and somehow, I went in for hair dye, and I came out with caramel apple pie, and not hair dye. The fates want me to stay blue. I accept what fate has brought upon me.

[fckingmax]

I've never seen the Office before, I don't think. That's with Steve Carell, right? But m'sorry you're having allergies, babe.

I have horrible allergies.

But s’nothing some tea, Benedryl, and a marathon of the Office can’t fix. How’s it hanging, folks?

[fckingmax]

Good, that's sort of my purpose in life now. I'm always on a roll, where have you been these last few years? Oh, you poor thing. I'm just overcome with guilt. Of course I do. Or, you could just ask me for help, or -- y'know, start studying. Pft. If I thought you were being serious, I would have stopped talking to you long ago.

So I've finally made my way on to this site.

Offended, again. You’re on a roll with this, aren’t you, man? I can feel my soul crumple under the upsetting fact that is you are saying such a thing. Okay, okay, you win with all your technicalities, however I think you should be taking my Chemistry tests here. And you know I’m just playing, or if you didn’t I was, cross the heart.  

[fckingmax]

[fckingmax]

Uh, yeah. I would if I could, G, trust me. Excuse you, I'm never wrong. Sure, you don't need it to enjoy it, but you'd need to know it to understand why you enjoy it. Don't insult my future, man. Uncool.

So I've finally made my way on to this site.

Rude. Enjoy my presence Max, enjoy it and embrace it. See, that’s where you’re still wrong. Because I do not need to know the chemical make up of a cookie to enjoy the wonderfulness of it. So it’s still a lie.

[fckingmax]

No, you shouldn't have come at all. 'Cept I'm kidding. Also, you're still wrong, because that's still not a lie.

So I've finally made my way on to this site.

Better late than never, yeah? Anyway. I’m sure I know a bunch of you, but if we’ve never met. Name’s Gavin, and I think the biggest lie ever told is that we’ll need to know the chemical make up of something in everyday life.

[fckingmax]

I'll be sure to bow down the very next time I see you, then. Yeah, that's the common choice. How are you doing?

People of Tumblr,

I wouldn’t be opposed to it. It’s nice to meet you too. I think I’m going to go ahead and call you Max.

[fckingmax]

I feel as though I should bow down. I'm Maxim, and I don't care what you call me. Nice to meet you, Belle.

People of Tumblr,

I have arrived. My name is Isabelle Walker but I prefer to be called Belle.

[fckingmax]

Because the music room is locked and I feel like playing the piano, but I don't feel like getting caught.

So, uh.

[fckingmax]

So, uh.

If anyone feels like being a watch guard for me for about twenty minutes or so, I'd greatly appreciate it.