Love Comes Hard: Lax Fanfiction (Lexbugplus5's "Uniformity")

Three: Dang It

Dedicated to Lexbugplus5 because...you know, it's branched off from her book.

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Three: Dang It

I step out of the hallway into my apartment. I still can't believe they let me stay here alone. I'm only 12. In Pangaea, unless you're an independent adult, living by yourself at all, much less in your own apartment, is unspeakable. Yes, it is small, but still. It's...mine.

I immediately walk to the kitchen, shedding my jacket and hanging it on a peg on the wall. After four years of being around these people, I still don't like being...un-neat. I guess it's a Pangaean thing.

I open the cupboard and pull out a box of Goldfish and shoving a handful in my mouth. I'm hungry after a long day of Elite training. That stuff can really wear you out.

I hear a knock at the door and groan. Ugh. I really don't wanna...talk to anyone. I never talk to people down here except for Jack. Well, also Debbie, but she wouldn't be at my door this late. She would actually never be at my door. I guess it's Jack. Maybe I left something at the METF
and he's bringing it back to me. It's not like it's never happened before.

I hope, anyway.

I stand up and walk over to the door, stuffing a few more Goldfish in my mouth. I open the door.

"What did I leave this..." My voice trails off when I see it's not Jack at the door, but Lena. I mentally facepalm. It would've been a good idea to look through the peep hole first. I've been trying to avoid her for the past week since...you know, but she somehow pops up everywhere.

"Lena." I say lamely. My heart hammers against my chest, threatening to burst out of my rib cage.

"Max." She replied, brushing past me into the room. I linger at the door for a minute, taking deep breaths to trying to calm my heart.

Oh, I hope she doesn't bring it up.

"So, about the other day." She says.

Dang it.

I count to ten before turning around.

"Yeah?" I say calmly.

She runs her hand along the edge of the coffee table, not looking at me. When she doesn't say anything I continue or her.

Clearing my throat I say, "Look, I'm sorry. I swear I didn't mean it. I tripped, and it happened. I wasn't trying to-"

"It's cool." She says.

"Lena, I said I'm so--wait what?" I say, confused.

She laughs. "It's cool, Max." she sits down on the arm of the couch. "I know you didn't mean to. I shouldn't have been in your way and you wouldn't have slipped."

I stare at her, afraid this is some kind of prank. "Well, then, why'd you come over here?" I ask slowly.

She brushes a strand I hair behind her ear, smiling. "To tell you I'm not mad or anything." she says. "I know you're always getting worked up over the smallest things, so I wanted you to know it's fine. It was just a small kiss after all. Happens all the time."

My heart sinks a bit at that last part. Someone else has kissed her? And she was fine with it? I don't like that. I know she's not mine, but I want her to be. And the first step is making sure no one else gets to kiss her.

I blush, happy that Lena can't see inside my thoughts.

Lena laughs, standing up. Apparently my blush was more visible than I thought. She walks over and brushes my cheek with the tip of her finger.

"You're still your old Pangaean self." she sighs, a small smile playing at her lips. "Some things never change."

What's with people telling me that lately?

"Is that good or bad?" I ask. It could really go either way.

She shrugs. "Depends on how you take it." She turns the door knob and walks out the door, closing it smoothly behind her.

I smile to myself, crunching on a Goldfish.

She loves me.