MaxNeil Oneshots

Sorry I'm an Anti-Romantic

Yes I know the vote chapter I just had, the winning chapter is planned to be my next chapter. Thanks for your patience 💙!

Neil's P.O.V.

I am so excited today-it is a very important day after all-Valentines day! Oh, right, sorry for coming out of nowhere-where are my manners? My name is Neil Mason, and I am 24. Ever since I finished college I've been living with my boyfriend, someone I met on our first day of college. Since then he has been the center of my world. His name is Max Kollie, and he is so smart and snarky. We've spent so many beautiful nights together, and I know no one can tear us apart. I already put together an exceptional date for later, only the best for my Max. I walk into his favorite coffee shop, buying one for him and myself before sitting in a booth with a clear view of the doors, awaiting his arrival. He always comes here every day without fail, and I always make sure to have a ready and paid for coffee ready for him to start his day.

He's so beautiful with that small smile he gets when he picks it up and tries to hide. Last week he thanked me in the cutest way, giving a nod and my favorite sly smile. Right on schedule he walks through the doors, clearly a bit more dressed up for the occasion. His black and white stripped dress-sweater and strong black boots that caught the glint of the snow just right gave an enchanting but taboo atmosphere around him, and I can't help but sigh lovingly. It was clear he was prepared for the well planned date I always orchestrate for this special day together. Max makes his way to the counter only to be given his ready and reserved coffee, exchanging a few words with the barista. He pays them a small thanks before leaving, to his work as a dancer, I presume. It makes me feel almost bubbly to know I once again gave him a good start to his day.

Putting a real grin on his usually uninviting face has become a passion of mine, and new ways I can make him happy are constantly passing through my mind. Ice cream and pet shops were common places for me to be, carefully choosing the best options for My Max. It is my favorite way to spend my time, aside from seeing his reaction when he opens the frequent gifts I bring to our apartment myself. Well-it's technically his apartment, only his name is on it-but I've lived there so long mine may as well be too. The only time I'm ever so far away from him is when I have to go to my own job; it's miserable. I work as a lab assistant, the very study of my degree, yes, but miserable as I have to focus on something other than Max.

While I'm there, I've gotten quite good at acting invested in what we were doing, whether it be conversation or their lame experiments I would've done at 12. I need my job after all, I mean how else would I be able to buy Max all his gifts? I wouldn't want him to worry about me if the presents stopped coming, that would distract him, and he has so many better things to focus on. It is preferable over some office job, too, and I make sure to suck it up for now. Anyway, it's about time I get to work as well, and I will be sure to brag about the night I have planned. It will definitely be the only thing on my mind until then, and as soon as I'm let out I will make sure everything is perfect. I, of course, left him a note he will find after returning home from his own job, which will give me more than enough time.

...Can I trust you with a secret? Tonight is the night I plan to finally propose! I figure it was appropriate after being together for over 6 ½ years. I smile as I walk into the warm building, fantasizing about how Max let a single happy tear fall from his eye. Then we'll cuddle up and fall asleep to his favorite movie. Perfect.

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It's currently around 7:30, and he should've been here by now-I expected him over an hour ago. I check the time again, not knowing how many so far, as I sit nervously. Was he ignoring me? I shook my head at the thought, there was no way that was the case. What if something happened? The thought of an accident had me on my feet-suddenly the safety of my boyfriend was more important than my carefully planned picnic. I hurry back to our apartment to see if he was home, and make sure he was safe. If he isn't I swear I'll have a panic attack. As I arrive home, I see Max talking and laughing with one of his friends, Nikki. I'm a little hurt that he was talking to a friend over spending the night with me on Valentine's day, but my relief is much greater. After all, maybe he'd lost track of time or could've not even seen the note. I would easily forgive him, just thankful he was safe.