A/N: Heyyyyy! It feels so good to be back ! Thank you all for being so patient with me!
During my break, I did not write that much. But a few days ago I was actually able to just sit down and write, and that made me feel so good. I ended up writing 2 and a half chapters.
I think I can have a balance between college and this fanfic. I think I really just needed that little break.
I wanted to bring up donations, since I am a broke college student 😭.
If I was to create some kind of donation thing (or just give my Cash App), would anyone actually donate? It's not obligated of course, but it's something I want to try out.
I also want to create a discord server for all my fans! I might not be active as much, but it'd be really amazing if my fans all connected with each other! I'll let y'all know when I make that server (I'm not good with Discord)
OK let's get back to the story!
Song- Going Dumb by Alesso ft. Stray Kids and CORSAK
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/3Ea1CNsTqBY4RtAESrBeNI?si=67244c1ea93f464f
Youtube: https://youtu.be/2jjcuRckOJc?si=SYfRHsSGKyoViWPW
A knock on Bradley's sliding door disrupts his packing. When he looks over to see Max, he sighs, the small scare leaving his body.
"What are you doing here?" he queries as he opens the glass door.
"You said you're leaving today, so I wanted to bug you." His smile shows his gapped teeth.
"Don't bother me too much, I'll be leaving in three hours." checking his watch, he continues to pack clothes.
"Packing a suitcase shouldn't take that long. I also wanted to help you pack for Spoonerville since we're leaving the 24th." Max sets his backpack down and plops on the neat bed.
The bed's owner scowls at him before walking towards his closet. "Get your ass up and pick out my clothes then, I don't want to pack the wrong things."
"Yessir!" Instantaneously, Max pulls an outfit out of his bag and heads over to the same closet. "I already have an outfit ready for the birthday, you can't chicken out."
"Course you do," Rolling his eyes, he makes his way to his bathroom.
Finding clothes for the other to wear was easy for the skater. It didn't matter what it was, as long as it was a casual shirt and a pair of jeans, or shorts. They were also only staying until Saturday, so only two more outfits were needed. This time instead of sprawling on the bed, he sits on the edge next to the clothes he picked out.
Waiting for Bradley to finish, Max takes the chance to look around his room. It's well kept just like Bradley himself. There's not much on his wall, except the few certificates he had received from different occasions. The one thing that sticks out is a coffin shaped poster. On the top it has 'bauhaus' and near the bottom it writes 'The Resurrection Tour, August 29 at Jacobs Pavilion at Nautica.' Intrigued, he walks over to look over the details more.
"Okay, I finished packing." The blues eyes find Max hovering over his poster. "Oh, don't touch that. It's one of a kind."
"What is bauhaus?" he asks, vaguely remembering them mentioned in the journal
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Dear Journal
FanfictionMax stumbles upon a journal on the floor, but it has no name. He doesn't mean to, but the first entry catches his eye. As he reads, he can't help but feel guilt and sorrow. He wishes he knew who this belongs to, but for now he keeps it with him, mak...
