Chase woke up earlier than usual on Saturday. It was 11, but it was still quite early.
He spent the week preparing himself to spend time with Max. Chase was of course nervous but was quite excited.
Max picked Chase up at 11:45ish, extremely excited. Even though Max normally was calm and quiet, he couldn't stop rambling and bouncing with exciting.
The dark haired boy found it so adorable, he was smiling so much at Max.
"Just the town is pretty! I would l-love to live there when I'm done with school and sh-shit." Max sighs happily, tapping his finger against the steering wheel. Chase nodded along, pernamentaly smiling. "What do you want to do when you're older?"
Chase never really liked thinking of his future. He just hoped he'd be better than. He would love to play on a professional baseball league, but he knew his chances were slim.
"Play baseball... But if that doesn't work out..." Chase blinks, he truly didn't have a backup plan. "I'm not sure, honestly. Probably live in an apartment up north with a dog, adopt a kid in my mid 30's..."
Max snickers softly, covering his mouth to quiet himself. Chase liked Max's laughs and smiles, he didn't know why Max covered his mouth.
"That sounds great."
Chase laughs and nodded in agreement. "It does, what about you? What would you want to do in the future?"
Max turned the music down while humming in thought. He continued to tap against the wheel, Chase noticed Max didn't that all the time when driving.
"I want to be a therapist or in a musical setting... Maybe produce m-music, but not my own..." Max licks his lips. "I want k-kids and a dog that they'll grow up with... K-kinda dumb but..."
Chase furrows his brows, shaking his head. "None of that is dumb." Max smiles in thankfulness. "Have you written any music?"
Max shook his head with a sad smile. "No...but my mom had a journal...with dozens of songs.... she gave me it... when she started getting s-sick...And a few I kinda... Rewrote?... Personalized?... Customized..."
Chase could tell that Max's mom was a very sensitive subject. His voice would become emotionless but Chase could hear the pain, the brokeness.
"That's really..." Chase couldn't find the write word, he thought it was amazing, but the word didn't seem right. "Sweet."
Max gently smiles, nodding. "I think she'd like them."
"Do you mind if I ask how she passed?"
Maxwell instantly tensed, the atmosphere was suddenly thick. Chase hurt Max swallow harshly.
"I'm sorry, you don't have to-"
"H-heart attack."
"Oh..."
Max hums softly, one of his legs bouncing. He taps his fingers again. "Are we going to... I guess... pr-pretend New Years didn't happen..."
Chase knew the question would come up. He fucking knew it. His heart was heavy and being squeezed.
"If you want."
"I... I... Don't really want to... pretend it n-never happened..."
Chase tried not to smile but he was already doing it. He couldn't speak, he just blushed and nodded.
"And... I kinda liked that it happened."
Chase turns his head to admire Max. He was smiling softly now, his eyes scanning over the blonde.
