Love will just have to wait.. ( maxley )

Heartbeat (9)

Hello everyone, thanks for being here. I'm looking forward to this chapter as it's going to be quite interesting. Let's dive right in and enjoy it together!

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Max's Point of View:

As I left, I spotted Bobby and PJ engaged in a conversation. I hurried over and wrapped my arms around them, causing them to jump in surprise. Chuckling, I stepped in front of them. "Hey, Max," PJ greeted me in a friendly tone. "Hello, P," I replied. "How are you, Max?" Bobby asked. "I'm good. Do you guys want to go to the new pizza place?" I suggested with a smile. "Sure," Bobby agreed. I turned to PJ. "How about you, PJ?" PJ responded, "Oh, I have a date with Mocha." I smirked at him and then looked at Bobby, who was already waiting for me. "Oh, okay, PJ. Good luck with your date!" I waved goodbye to PJ and then headed with Bobby toward the new pizza place.

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Bradley's Point of View:

After my classes, I headed to the library to study for the upcoming exams. On my way there, I noticed Max walking toward the pizza place. I couldn't help but wonder who he had invited, but I pushed the thought aside and continued to the library. However, I accidentally bumped into someone. I quickly apologized and looked up to see a woman with colorful skin, a brown nose, a beauty mark, long wavy red hair, thick red eyebrows, and a slim, curvy figure. She looked like a model, and I found myself wondering if she attended the same college.

"I'm so sorry," I apologized as I got up and gathered my books. "No, it's okay," she reassured me with a smile. "Have you seen a guy named Max Good?" she inquired, piquing my curiosity and perhaps sparking a twinge of jealousy for no apparent reason. "Um, yeah, I think so. Why?" I replied, trying to contain my curiosity. "Oh, I'm Max's ex. I just wanted to hang out with him since I have nothing to do – my girlfriend is busy – and he agreed to hang out with me," she explained. I was surprised to learn about her dating someone else and speculated that she might be a lesbian, but for now, it didn't matter.

"Well, he's at the new pizza place," I replied, pointing her in the right direction.

As I stepped into the library, the quiet hum of people studying filled the air. I strolled through the aisles, searching for the books I needed for my studies. Amidst the hushed atmosphere, I couldn't help but notice a group of people engrossed in games, while others engaged in lively conversations. Their activities distracted me, but I tried my best to ignore them. Seeking solace, I reached for my headphones, hoping that music would help me focus.

After several hours of focused studying, I began to feel a creeping sense of boredom. Glancing around the library, I realized that I was the only person left in the quiet, serene space. As I gathered my books and prepared to leave, the stillness of the library felt like a scene from a tranquil dream. Checking my watch as I exited, I was surprised to see that it was already 6 pm. "I could've sworn I only studied for an hour," I muttered to myself. In reality, I had been engrossed in my books and notes for a full three hours, although my attention had been intermittently diverted by the music playing softly in the background.

After a leisurely 30-minute walk through the neighborhood, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling community, Bradley finally reached his welcoming home. As he approached the front door, his anticipation grew, and he eagerly opened the door and stepped inside. However, upon entering, a sense of emptiness seemed to permeate the air, casting a slight shadow over his mood.

Determined to shake off the feeling, Bradley made his way to the bathroom, where he intended to indulge in a refreshing shower to wash away the day's weariness and rejuvenate his spirits. The sound of the rushing water and the soothing warmth enveloped him, providing a comforting escape from the lingering sense of emptiness.

After finishing his shower, he walked over to his closet and began searching for the perfect piece of clothing to wear for the day.

I walked slowly towards my wooden desk, feeling the smooth surface under my fingertips as I approached. As I settled into the comfortable chair next to it, I reached for the worn diary that lay waiting. Opening it, I realized that it had been some time since I last poured my thoughts onto its pages. Memories flooded my mind, and I murmured softly to myself about the moments that filled my head. With a sense of determination, I retrieved a pen and began to articulate my emotions and experiences from the day.

Dear Diary,

It's been quite some time since I last wrote, but I'm starting to feel the urge to write again.
The gamma party has left me with some strange feelings, almost like a hazy memory following a kiss... Max Goof, I know, but I was intoxicated and it really wasn't my fault. However, amidst the blur, I also met a girl named Roxanne. I was genuinely surprised that I remembered her name, especially considering that I struggled to recall names at times. Anyway, she approached me and mentioned that she was looking for a freshman, and it left me with a peculiar feeling that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

Love?

As I sat there, consumed by my thoughts, a sudden clarity struck me. I paused, fully aware of the chaotic whirlwind of emotions I had poured into the pages of my diary. With a heavy sigh, I closed the worn cover, feeling a mix of relief and frustration wash over me. I made my way to my bedroom, my heart racing as I replayed the words I'd written in my mind. Once I reached my bed, I collapsed onto the mattress, burying my face in the pillow. In a moment of exasperation, I muttered a string of curses at myself for letting my thoughts spiral so out of control. It seemed almost absurd how I had let my feelings get the better of me once again.

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WELL THAT IS IT I WONDER WHAT WILL HAPPPEN NEXT?