Sweet Tooth [HS]

TWENTY FIVE

Later.

Lexie and Max left work together as soon as Max's last client had walked out the door.

The day had been surprisingly gruelling; pushing back a weeks worth of appointments meant a lot of catching up to do. Max felt like she hadn't even had a minute to think. She'd had her clients coming in one after the other, sort of non-stop, and now her back ached and her eyes hurt and her hands felt like they were going to fall off. But, on the bright side, there had been no time to listen to any of her colleagues' chastising about her antics the weekend before; nor had she had a chance to speak to Finn.

So. It had been a good day, all in all. And now she couldn't think of anything better than lounging around with Lexie, drinking wine and painting their nails and finally talking about everything she'd been bottling up for the past week.

They took Max's car back to her flat, and Lexie spent the drive wittering on about a silly argument she'd had with Rory about leaving the toilet seat up.

For the trillionth time, Max wondered how on earth Rory put up with the girl. She loved her through and through, but Jesus Christ she was high maintenance.

"You can't lock him out of the house because he left the seat up, Lex," Max rolled her eyes as she twisted the key in her lock, letting them both in. "It's absolutely ridiculous."

"Yeah, maybe," Lexie paused, a menacing grin overtaking her features. "But, it's taught him a lesson. He won't be doing it again."

She shrugged and flopped down on the sofa, ignoring Max's stunned expression.

"How does he put up with you?"

"He's a simp," she paused, grinning. Oh God, Max thought. "Plus, I let him put it in my arse sometimes."

Max choked. Lexie cackled.

"Alexis Ferguson! What the actual fuck!" Lexie didn't reply, just continued laughing like a hyena.

"Get out of my house!" Max screeched, throwing a pillow in the redhead's direction before disappearing into her bedroom. When she reappeared, she had 2 face masks in hand, as well as a huge box of nail polish. "If you're done being disgusting, I want to pamper myself."

Lexie had somewhat calmed down now, and she shrugged, still smirking. "Yes, yes, I'm done. You should have seen your face."

Max rolled her eyes and sunk onto the sofa beside Lexie. "If only your mother could hear you now."

Lexie swatted her, and grabbed a face mask out of Max's hand. "Now your turn, Mackenzie. I haven't seen you in a week and I want to know everything."

She stuck her fingers into the packet and started smoothing the face mask over her face. Max looked down, busying herself with painting a dark brown polish over her fingernails.

"Well," she sighed, not looking at Lexie. "I'm just stuck, Lex. I don't know what to do, I'm so confused."

"Confused about...?" Lexie pried, nudging Max gently. "C'mon Max, talk to me."

Again, Max sighed. She didn't even know where to start.

"At Lola's party, last week, Harry was, um, flirting with this girl- I guess." Max hated saying the words aloud. Hated the sharp stabbing sensation she felt in her chest at the image of that beautiful blonde girl with her arms wrapped around Harry's waist. Hated thinking about Harry's face- how it was so calm. So careless. "And they were going upstairs and he, well, he didn't care. He was being all charming and all Harry and it was like he couldn't give less of a fuck about me."