"See you at the games Freshman." (Maxley)

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Honorable Mention: Chappell Roan

Bradley's POV:

I've been thinking about Max ever since... the uhm.. the thing.

It was maybe a month ago now but I mean, everywhere I go he's there, and I see him and notice new things about him.
The way he always pats his friends on the back when they finish training.
The way he doodles on his test paper when he finishes, or he doodles on his notes.
The way he stares into the left corner of the ceiling when he spaces out.
The way he rest his head in his left hand always, never right.
The way he plays with his gages or flips his pen in his hand.

The way he spins the top of his pen, its one of those fidget pens I think.
The way he steals Bobby's glasses any chance he gets and the way he bounces his leg aggressively or his bad habit of man spreading. The way he brushes his hair back with his hand, only for it to flop back forward into his face. The way he blows gum bubbles in between his giant gapped teeth.

I could go on and on about the little things, and after a lot of thought, a lot of self hatred, a lot of denial, a lot of eternalized homophobia... and a few more loads... I have come to the conclusion, that I, Bradley Uppercrust the third, have a crush on Maximillion Goof...

I am not proud of this, nor am I happy about it.

But if I must live with it, I will. Maybe it will pass, maybe its just because I've been around him so much.
But until then, i have to distance myself.

Which would be easy, if he would stop trying to be around me all the time. Every time we're within any radius of each other, he's always talking or waving or winking or smiling to following me. Which I think is kinda cute.

No I don't. I think it's stupid. He's stupid. This whole thing is stupid.

And its even worse that at practice he asked me to go to the disco themed club with him and his friends. Of course I said yes. Pass up an opportunity to dance with Max? No way bitch.

So here I am, dressed in high waisted bell bottom jeans and a sleeveless white shirt.
And of course he was picking me up in his rinky dink van and his idiot friends. They were parker right outside my frat house, music blasting from the van as I walked up. I watched as Bobby rolled down his window and Max turned down the radio.

"Hey Bradley! So great of you to join us, is your boyfriend Tank coming too?"
I rolled my eyes as him and the rest laughed.
"Alright Bob," Max patted his chest, "hop in the back."
"Excuse me?"
"Bradley's riding shotgun, as our guest of honor."
"You got me fucked up Goof."
"Get your ginger ass back there before I purposefully embarrass you infront of every person you try to have sex with tonight."
"You're a god damn cock-block Max."

Bobby grunted as he climbed over his seat into the back, and I smiled while taking his spot next to Max.
"Thank you for inviting me."
"Thanks for coming."

I tried not to smile at his weird, dorky personality, but it was hard not to.
"Are you blushing Uppercrust?" Bobby jolted me out of my little daze.
"No! Its just hot in here!" I crossed my arms and glared at him.
"Oh, here." Max turned down the AC, upping the fan power to MAX. Hehe, max. Shut up Bradley.
This is so dumb.

"Uh, thanks." He nodded and smiled before focusing on the road again.
I stared out my window as Bobby and PJ talked together in the back.

"My dad would love you." Max said quietly.
I looked over and raised brow.
"What was that?"
He glanced at me before sitting back in his seat.
"My dad, he would love you. Well.. he loves everyone, but he'd really like you." He gave me bis sweet, gapped tooth smile, and I had to return one.

"Your dad sounds... sweet."
"He's goofy." He laughed to himself.
I smiler to myself and looked out the window for the rest of the ride to the club.

When we pulled up, there was music snd lights leaking from the entry doors.
We walked up and waited in the long line, IDs in hand and talking as we slowly moved up to the front. Eventually we were walking in, 70's music blaring and people dancing all around.

"Yo Peej," Bobby began to pull PJ away, "that goth, Shakespeare chick is here, come on we gotta say hi." I noticed Bobby pull down his glasses and wink at Max really quick as he pulled PJ away.

"Oh, I guess it's just you and me then." I nudged Max's arm with my elbow, walking over to a booth near by.

After we sat for awhile, a lady in a booty shorts and a crop top came up to us, asking if we wanted drinks.
We just ordered waters.
Me and Max sat near the middle, and as the night went on and we talked, I felt as though we kept getting closer to each other. Which I didn't really mind.

"You ever heard of Chappell Roan?"
"Uhm, no." I raised a brow, not sure who that was.
"Oh, well I only ask because one of her songs is playing right now. Come dance!"

He dragged me out of the booth and onto the dance floor.
"This song is great, I think you'd really like her!"
I shuffled awkwardly as Max began to dance like no one was looking.

I began to sway to the beat, sweat running down my face from how hot it was in the crowd.
"Come on, dance Bradley!"
He grabbed my hands and spun me around, singing along with the song.
"I don't care that you're a stoner, red wine supernova!"

I glanced around, scared people might judge two guys dancing.
"Come on, move your feet!"
Max gently shucked on of my feet back with his own.
"Yeah, shake that ass, Brad!"
Bobby and PJ seemed to appear out of no where beside us, also horribly singing along to the song.

I began to move some more, looking at Max the whole time as colorful lights and music blaring, people dancing and yelling and drinking.

"You look really good tonight!" Max yelled over the crowd.
"I think I already said that, I'm not sure, I can't remember, but you look good!"

"Uh, thank you. Uhm, s-so do you! I like your pants."
"Yeah? Would you like them better if I took them off?"
He laughed, clearly joking, but it shifted something in me. I don't know why, but I was moving more, I was closer to Max and was spinning around with him.

We laughed as the next song started.
"See? Isn't she great?" Max asked as he dragged me back to the booth.
"Oh uh, I'm sorry I wasn't listening, I was too focused on the music." My face heated up, a little embarrassed.

"Thats okay, we'll listen to it on the way home."
He smiled at me and sat close to me, the other two devouring nachos and cheese I didn't even know the club was selling.

"You were great out there," Max rested his hand on my shoulder, "you're better at dancing than you let on to."

I smiled and brushed my hair back and out of my face.
"Thank you, I really liked the song."

The night went on great. We danced, we ate, we drank, we listened to Chappell Roan on the way home, and I crashed in their dorm, sharing a bed with Max.

He had fallen asleep far before me, and I couldn't help but admire his beautiful face before curling up as close as I could to make it seem like me shifting in my sleep or a lack of space before falling asleep.

My crush on Max is definitely not weakening, and so God help me, I hope it never does.

I actually had such bad writers block for this im sorry if its bad
Also my foster kitten was laying on one of my arms for half of this so my bad is theres spelling errors (im also dyslexic so)

Also I should mention that the story takes place in modern time, but a lot of the things they do resemble 2000 like the movie takes place, just cuz the early 2000's are cool asf

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