The Big Guy, Small Guy (boyxboy)

Yuliya P.o.v

Yuliya P.o.v

It's a secret

What does he mean its a secret?!

"I mean it's a secret." Maximiliano chuckled.

I groaned, "I thought I grew out of talking out loud!"

"We're hear." He got out and headed for his house door.

I hopped out and walked after him.

He reached his hand out and waited. "Wha- Oh!" I searched through my pocket and handed him his house key.

He pushed the door open after unlocking it, and I was immediately tackled to the floor by a huge fur ball.

"Ugh- Wha? Romeo get off!" I scream, flailing my arms, "Look Romeo, it's Maxxie. I told you I didn't kill him."

"Romeo, get off of him." Maxxie's voice sternly ordered.

Romeo froze and slowly retreated. "Damn man, he's fiesty." I laugh.

"Maxxie?" He asks.

I freeze but start to figit under is sudden intense stare and blush, "Yeah, since we're friends now I wanted to give a nickname, you know? Can I?"

He mutters something under his breath and smiles, "It's alright."

He turns and walks into what seems the living room, so I stand and follow.

"Isn't it lonely living in this huge house... alone?" I ask.

He stiffens visibly but still answers shortly with a "Sometimes."

He ushers me to sit, so I do. "You should probably pack some clothes that'll be enough for a few days." I suggest.

He looks around unsurely, "Listen Yuliya, I really think I shouldn't stay at your familys house, people will start talking."

"Talking?" Whats he talking about?

"Yuliya, have you forgotten that I'm feared, " He ushers to his body, "People judge me and think I would hurt them, if anyone even sees us talking they'll think you're the same."

I shook my head quickly, "Don't be stupid, Maxxie. if you intend to cancel out everybody in your life that tries to get close to you, you'll be alone forever. That's not right."

He sighs and plops next to me on the sofa, "I guess you're right."

We stay in silence for a few minutes, only Romeos low barks from the yard sounding.

"Lets play twenty questions." I recommend.

"Twenty questions?" He frowns.

"I ask a question and you answer, then you ask a question and I answer. Easy, come on." I urge.

He softly sighs and turns to face me, sitting criss-cross apple sauce.

"Alright, you go first."

"What's you favorite color? Knowing you for the past hours, I would think yours is Beige or Royal Blue or-or Turquoise or-"

"Actually... It's just purple." He laughs.

"Oh... Okay, your turn." I blush.

"Hmm, How old are you?"

"Lame, I'm seventeen. Only a few months until I turn eighteen. My turn, have you ever had a friend?" I ask.

He doesn't answer for a second until he says, "Before seventh grade, I had lots of friends. Where are you from?" He quickly changes the subject, huh.