MAD MAX, outerbanks

MAD MAX

[NO FURY! NO FUN!]
THE CAMERON BOY GOT A GUN!
times new roman fnt.    white/beige bg

— SYNOPSIS
Boys will be boys, Rose Cameron thought the minute she saw a younger, fresh out of his high school graduation, Rafe Cameron and his younger brother Max, tussle, outside of the Tannyhill estate. It was less of a tussle and a full on brawl like two dogs fighting for dominance. Like two bulls steaming for power. Maxton battered and bloodstained as his arm swung, and swung again seething in anger. At this point he was blackout. It wasn't like Rose to intervene either, swirling the alcohol on her tongue — because to her, boys will boys.

Maxton didn't like to call himself much a rager. Was he angry all the time? Yes. But was he significantly better, mentally, than all of the other Camerons? — also, yes. Fury was a god fearing Cameron boy who hated the family he was born into. He hated the wealth and greediness of Ward Cameron. The neglect Ward had for his ex-wife — Maxton and Wheezie's mother. Maxton most importantly hated the Outer-Banks.

For years in the Cameron household, Maxton became the he-who-shall-not-be-named. To the point Ward purposely sold his seat at the table — scratch that, bought an entirely new table. Max...the black sheep of the family that Ward would only use to brag about at fancy dinners. As Ward would say, "my son — NOT Rafe, is on the college track and internships lined up so he could persue his career in psychology" and blah blah blah. His mention purely to hide the consistent fuck ups of his eldest son, Rafe, drowning in drugs and 'accidents'. With his glasses because of his terrible vision, and good grades, Maxton was the perfect Cameron. On paper — at-least.