[AUTHORS NOTE: Caution, this fanfic is NOT serious...meaning some GOOFY themes and unrealistic/uncanon tropes.]
MAX
I picked my jaw up from the floor, and composed myself. My mind was racing at a million miles an hour, how could the only job I manage to get be managed by my arch nemesis?! "Are you alright Mr. Goof..?" Pierre asked, snapping me out of my trance. "Yeah, I'll be alright. How about I get started?" I responded, much faster than any sane person would. "Alright then.. You know where your cubicle is right?" Pierre asked, hesitant. "Of course! I'll be working hard! Don't mind me!" I quickly said, tripping over my words and feet. Embarrassed, I speed walked to my cubicle, getting started on the giant stack of paperwork. After a while my mind was in a different place, not thinking about much except work. "Hello FRESHMAN." I heard that familiar, deep, charming, handsome, back arching, toe curling, orgasm inducing, delicious, scrumptious, mind boggling, seductive, sexy, attractive, smooth like butter, godly voice-the voice of Bradley Uppercrust the Third.
I whipped my head around, and sure as hell, clear as day, stood him. HIM. My arch nemesis. My worst enemy. He had changed. He stood taller, he seemed more.. Mature. "What are you staring at? Like what you see?" Bradley said, with his familiar smug expression. "What do you want Brad." I responded, trying to hide how flustered I was. "Don't you DARE call me that Goof. I see you haven't changed. Call me boss or I'll throw you out." Bradley said, instantly offended. "Sorry BOSS~. What do you want BOSS~." I said, returning a smug look, emphasizing the word boss. His face instantly turned red, and he stormed out. *Heh.. still got it.* I thought to myself. As I got back to work, I couldn't help but daydream. Brad seemed different, he was grown. Attractive. Instantly I snapped out of it, disgusted at myself for thinking BRADLEY UPPERCRUST THE THIRD, was in the slightest bit attractive.
At the end of the day, I clocked out. On my drive home, I daydreamed about HIS voice. I opened the door, and the apartment was a complete mess! PJ was having another one of his male stripper parties! "Damnit PJ! Where are you!?" I shouted through the murk. There was alcohol, PJs personal stripper pole, and so, so many stilettos. I was being poked and prodded as I tried to push my way through the crowd, I could see someone dancing on the pole, where everyone was pretty crowded. And of course, PJ was dancing. "EVERYONE OUT." I screamed. The strippers scattered like mice out of the door. "What the hell Max! I was having my hunty party!" PJ shouted angrily. "PJ, you know I have work tomorrow morning! Please just go somewhere else to have these parties!" I responded, angry and defeated. I went to my room, immediately falling asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. *What an awful day.* I thought as I slipped into unconsciousness.
I dreamed of Bradley Uppercrust the Third that night. Instead of PJ on the pole it was him. Brad. He slowly started taking off his business casual clothing, as I jerked up in bed. I wiped the profuse sweat off my forehead, and grabbed the random glass of water on my nightstand. As I swallowed, I realized far too late that it wasn't water. It was vodka. Straight vodka. I threw the cup across the room, coughing up the alcohol. I drifted back to sleep, tossing and turning the whole night. The dreams never stopped from that point on.
