Losing dogs. (Maxley)

A visit.

Bradley wasn't sure when it had all really started. If he were to think about it, maybe he could trace it back to the X-Games competition, or maybe if he thought even deeper he could possibly connect it to when he first invited Max to join the Gamma Mu Mu fraternity but really he didn't care to figure it out. As much as he tried to avoid it and hated it so much, somehow he knew deep down that in the mix of all his rage and drive to win, he observed more than he would have liked about his rival. He realized that something about Max goof was—in a weird kind of freakish way—cute.

The Uppercrust family was known for being high class. Not just in their tax bracket, but in everything they did. Only with one son, pressure was an understatement when it came to what was expected of Bradley. From the second he could understand sentences, Bradleys dad complained to him about everything. First it was about how feminine his name was. Then it was about how he didn't sit right at the dinner table. Eventually over time, Bradley learned to tune out his fathers words. He learned to sit and stand right. He learned to keep his mouth shut. He learned how to be an Uppercrust.

Despite all his hard work though, he still couldn't be enough. Everything he did he made sure to perfect it. He took up orchestra classes so he could play at balls his family were invited to. He was top of his class but still his father believed if he wasn't the best he wasn't enough. It got to the point that his father didn't even have to say anything anymore, Bradley knew how bad he was at everything.

When he got older, his mother told him he needed to play a sport. It was what real men did apparently. What she did not expect was the sport he would take up to be so disgraceful. Skating. In his family's eyes, skating was not a real sport but Bradley wanted to prove them wrong. He didn't even understand why he liked skating so much and honestly the whole thing was a blur to him that led up to him being so good at skating. Maybe it was how much his family hated it, or maybe he just wanted to do something different. He didn't know. After getting better, he won every competition he was in. many trophies filled his room and his father actually stopped looking at him as if he was nothing. At least, that's how it was for a little while.

Bradley won the X-games competitions for two years in a row by the time Max had joined. Though it was mostly against Bradleys rules in recruitment to let a freshmen in, he saw Max as a threat so he decided to invite him to join his fraternity. When Max had denied the offer, Bradleys rage grew to an intense amount almost immediately. Despite that though, he knew that he would still win the X-games. No freshmen team had ever won before, not even himself frustratingly.

He was so confident, that when he had to result to cheating during said X-games, he couldn't explain how much anger he felt. It wasn't right. Bradley Uppercrust the third does not lose to a freshmen , especially one like Max Goof. Max had two big teeth with a gap between them even bigger. His smile was always crooked, almost like he was always smirking, but not really. His laugh was so loud and obnoxious Bradley genuinely couldn't stand it. It was between an actual laugh and a snort almost. His clothes never actually fit him, they were always too baggy and everytime Max did a trick everyone could see his belt tightened to the tightest it could go to hold up his pants that were definitely three sizes too big. His hair always looked teased or as if he had just woken up. So many messy layers spiked out all sorts of ways it was ridiculous. Then there were his piercings. His ear lobes were stretched so big Bradley wanted to barf at the thought of the pain that came with stretched skin. He had metal all over his face. Two on either side of his eyebrow, two underneath his lip, one nostril, and Bradley swears the first time he saw him do a trick he saw a glimpse of silver by his hips. He doesn't even know if it was his imagination because he wasn't even sure how hip piercings worked or if they were a thing. Max would switch from gold, to silver, to black. Sometimes he wore spikes, sometimes he didn't. It was so weird and yet so interesting. Bradley didn't know how piercings really worked other than the fact that they were done with needles and probably a lot of blood. Everytime he looked at Max he swore he found something new to look at. The guy had what seemed to be hundreds of moles scattered across his neck, arms, legs, but somehow not a single one on his face. Then there were slips of different colors of skin on him. Vitiligo Bradley realized. He didn't see it often, but sometimes while Max would fly into the air his shorts would go up a little or his shirt would and anyone who was paying attention could see the splotches of different colors of skin. Max hid it well though.