𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐱 :: The Next Door Neighbors

the feelings.

max's pov:

wait- what the-
she's holding my hand?
she's holding my hand.

jane's been looking off a bit,
like she's hiding something.
she's probably sick of mikes ass,
i mean, if i were his girlfriend,
i'd dump him the second i got a chance.

i'll let her hold my hand,
even though we barely know each other.
maybe she needs someone to hold her?

looks like mike is
doing a shit job.

i hold onto her hand,
running around the mall,
like they just let us out of the zoo.

"that shop- it wont disappoint!"

jane points at a clothing shop,
a bright smile appears on her face.

she definitely likes that shop.

"well then, what are we waiting for?"

i smile back widely to her.

this feels so... weird.
our first time ever speaking to each other was just today,
and we are already hanging out like we're best friends.

we're not.

jane pulls me by my hand,
both of us running into the shop, looking around at some clothing.

jane's face lights up with excitement as she see's a rainbow stripped shirt,
with some red at the end of the short sleeves, and around the neck.

"this would suit you perfectly, max!"

jane picks up the shirt by the hanger and holds it out infront of me, as she licks her ice cream.

its pretty.
and.. it would suit me.

"ooo, its actually really nice."

"try it on!"

"okay, okay."

jane seems so excited about this shirt, she looks so happy.
does she even have any girl-friends? isnt everyone in their group... a guy?
she has no one to shop around like this..
that explains her excitement.
oh, jane.

i lick my ice cream,
tasting the fresh strawberry.

i expected the scoops ahoy ice cream to taste like regular,
basic strawberry ice cream.
but this genuinely tastes fresh.

i laugh softly as i take the shirt by the hanger from jane, accidently touching her hand as i do so.

a moment of silence fills
the air between us, the
only sound coming from
the people around us.

we both freeze and our hands are still touching.
jane's face flushes red, as her eyes are focused on our hands. our ice creams about to start melting in our other hands.

this moment feels like hours,
hours with no speaking,
no movement,
until...

jane pulls her hand away and clears her throat.

i keep the shirt by my side, and look over at jane,
specifically her eyes.

she has really pretty eyes.
such a pretty shade of brown,
like a chocolate fountain.