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[maxlloyd-jones]

Patience may have as well been Breck's middle because well what other woman would have tolerated waiting for things to get physical? Not many and certainly not for someone like Max. Self-deprecation was his middle name and he hated it but couldn't help it. And that was where Breck came in, like a ray of sunshine, dragging him out of his darkness and into the light. Between how he felt about her. what hell Dylan had put her through, and of course that one costar, Max wanted everything to be as perfect as possible for this first time-which is why he decided on a vacation, no friends, no family, no neighbors, just them. With dinner done, dishes washed and drying, Max took in a deep breath, surprised at how nervous he felt. But when he turned and faced her, his fears melted away, a certain calmness came over him as he approached her, flipping on the mini stereo he had brought along. Bowing in front of her, he took one of her hands and pressed it to his lips, sitting up. "May I have this dance?" he finally asked, his eyes finding hers.

@brecsxbassinger

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Max: I mean it basically looks like something out of a George Miller flick but aside from that we are good. About half-way through Irvine.

📩 Max

Brec: Hey just making sure guys are doing okay

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Final Destination: Her Heart

Max slammed the back of the moving truck down and locked it in place before walking to the front of it. Was he thrilled about leaving the mostly safety of home for chaos and unrest that America would no doubt bring?

No not even close.

But for her, for his girl, the one who had brought him back from the brink, the one who convinced him life was still worth living, broken heart be damned, the one who made him happy, the one who made him whole. Yes she was his everything and if being with her meant moving to the states, so be it.

There was one person who had taken the news particularly hard and she had no problem letting herself be heard. "Stupid Final Destination, stupid V.C. Andrews, stupid Lifetime, stupid Disney..."

"Actually she was a Nickelodeon kid" Max said as he leaned against the door, glaring eyes and clenched jaw told him she REALLY did not care about semantics right then.

She took a few steps forward and let her head collapse into his chest, knocking into him gently before she sighed. "Stupid Brec Bassinger" she finally said as she pushed away from him and walked back inside the house.

"She'll get over it" he heard someone behind him say, Max sighing as he walked to the passenger side, the other man climbing into the driver's side. Within less than five minutes, they were on the road, slowly putting Vancouver behind them. "I'm just glad you are happy again, we all are, those were some dark days."

Max nodded once. Nothing else had to be said, he had known just how bad it had gotten and he hated himself for it. But he couldn't undo the past, just focus on the future and for that it meant being with her, consequences be damned. "They were and I'm glad to be happy again as well."

Neither spoke for a while but that was okay, the radio kept the truck from being completely silent. "So, what's the first thing you are going to do when you are back with Brec?" A laugh. "Try saying that five times fast!" Max just shook his head. "If I had been away from my soulmate for as long as you two have been apart, I'd throw that lock on the door and just ravage her over and over again."

Max leaned back in the seat. "When we do have our first time, I want it to be as close to perfect as possible" he finally said with a single nod. There was no such thing as "perfect" and while Max couldn't give her perfect he could give her the best, his best. Always.

James gave him a look. "I'm sorry-you are leaving your home, moving to another country and you don't even know what the girl in question is like in bed?!" Max shrugged. He gave him a look. "My dude you wouldn't buy a used car before test driving it..."

Max sighed. "Look she's not like that...In fact I'm the second person she has been with. Ever. And that relationship ended...on a really ugly note." He remembered the beginning of the end, the massive blow-up that happened while filming nonetheless. But, ever the professional, she dried her tears and threw herself into the scene, even after Zach and Adam had offered to call for a break, she had soldiered through. "I don't want her to think all guys suck so I'm not going to push the physical side of things until I know she's ready."

James gave him another look before he turned back to the road. "There is a word for people like you, Max." Oh boy. This could have gone any number of ways. "Gambler." Everything in life was a gamble this could have been his happily-ever-after or it could have been yet another broken heart, another fracture never to be fully healed. You had to be willing to lay it all on the line and Max had no doubt he was going to, whatever happened happened.

Digging his phone out, he flipped through his photos, his eyes taking her in, as if he didn't have her memorized (well mostly...) her soft blonde hair, green eyes with streaks of hazel throughout them, an infectious laugh, a smile that melted his heart and the ability make him pathetically weak. Slipping the phone away he frowned slightly and bit his lip.

There was one tiny wrinkle in this romance: Austin North. It came out of nowhere and Max wasn't sure how he was supposed to feel. So far Brec had given Austin no indication that she was interested in him, just the opposite really and had let Max know the same. Some people just couldn't take the hint though. Max was not entirely sure what would happen, he had never been caught up in a situation like this. Love triangles were not his thing as he had discovered and he was already sick of it.

Oh life was random indeed. Max was not a violent person, no, it was not in his nature to hurt someone outright for no reason. But for Brec? That was a different story altogether. For the time being, he was nothing more than a fly, a gnat, irritating but as long as the couple ignored him he would, hopefully, find someone else to bother. And if not well...he would cross that bridge if the time came.

Max had been so lost in his own head he was barely aware of them driving well into America. Granted they still had a ways to go before they reached L.A. but they were getting there, one mile at a time. Of everyone Max knew, James was his favorite when it came to drivers, he was careful but sure, controlled even in the most trying of weather. "Don't worry, we'll get to your girl soon." Max smiled at his words and once more settled into the seat. Life was good.

[maxlloyd-jones]

“We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?”