Sorry Not Sorry

- 20 👢

"Of course. " I say. "Just tell me every time you have to play somewhere, and I'll be there."

Max looks past me. "Wait, I think class is starting."

"Oh, let's get over there then."

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I pant, taking a slurp out of my water. "That sure got the adrenaline pumping." I say to Max, hopping up and down while waving my hands.

"Definitely!" He says. "Blocking punches is my favourite." He scrunches up his face. "Don't ask."

"I would never." I say sarcastically.

He smiles. "Wait... I just remembered... The gig at Autumn's, since it's technically for Halloween, It is a costume... Thing? Like, costumes required." He says, as we hop into the car.

"No problem, I'll think of something hot." I joke.

"No doubt."

My cheeks flush, and I struggle to get a hold of myself. "A- Uh well what are you going as?" I cough.

He smiles proudly. "I'm going as Max- uh... from An Extremely Goofy Movie."

"I can see it. Who'll be your Bradley?"

"Wait, you know it?"

"Hell yeah!" I say. "Peak cinema, dude."

Max seems to be thinking deeply about something, and he pulls into my driveway. He coughs, "Well, I don't have a Bradley currently but I know a certain someone who could dress up like him if they'd like." He winks.

I smile at him as I get out of the car. "I'm sure they'd love to." I lean forward and lean on the seat.

He reaches forward and ruffles my hair. "Perfect. I'll see you tomorrow." I step back, waving as I walk up to my door.

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Surely he doesn't know what people say about those two. It's fine, it's cool. I'll just pretend to not know either. I said I'd think of something hot, though...

I pick something to eat out of the fridge and flop down on the couch.

I click the TV on very aware that last time I sat here I was sitting with Max. Also, apparently neither my mother or I have used the TV since because when I turn it on its still on the housewives channel and- just my luck- the real housewives is on.

I try my hardest not to, but the corner of my mouth lifts up into a smirk. I bury my face in my arm and turn the TV back off.

I figure since I agreed to dress as Bradley for Max's show, I should get that outfit sorted, since it's like 7 or something days away. With a glance in my Wardrobe I can see the perfect shirt. I like, never wear it, as I could very easily cut it up to... Look better? That's what people do right? To be honest, my only source of knowledge on Halloween parties is Mean Girls so...

I watched a video on how to crop shirts a while back, and I'm sure I can remember it, right? I throw the shirt down onto my bed. I pull out my jeans, and a tan sweater which I decide I'll wrap around my waist.

I'm pretty much a professional at... fingerless gloves???? Can you be a professional of fingerless gloves? Either way, I have loads. I pull out a long pair of white ones, and throw them on the bed. I pull out some white socks and put them on the bed, but as I look at the reference image I'd pulled up on my phone, I see that Beasley wears white sneakers.

I don't have and white sneakers. Or any white shoes for that matter... but a while ago I did buy some white Dr Martens, but they didn't fit at the time.

I stand on my tiptoes to pull the shoe box down. I nearly topple backwards into my bed, but I catch myself. I open the box and put the shoes on my feet. They're the perfect size, and I practically jump with joy. Not really though.

I put the outfit on and fold the bottom of the shirt up to see how it would look cropped.

After figuring out the length in  the mirror for a while, I finally decided, and pull the shirt off.

Mum has a sewing machine somewhere in her room, so I go in and search. I finally find it and set it up. I sit down at the seat and get to sewing and cutting.

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I yawn, scratching the back of my head. It hasn't been too long, but I think I finnaly got it perfect. I tuck the chair in and take the shirt off the machine. I stand back and look at the shirt

I smile and walk back to my room, throwing the shirt down next to the rest of the clothes on my floor.

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Late Autumn Nights is a small bar in town, with a very browny, homey feel. The lights overhead are yellow and cast a golden glow over all the people in the club. I gaze around the room, looking for any familiar faces. I feel really vulnerable right now, especially showing up by myself, but I just need to find someone I know.

I walk more over to the bar area. There's lots of people here. Lots for me, at least. I sit down on one of the stools lining the counter and turn to look at the menu.

I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around, suddenly self conscious of my decision to wear a crop top, though plenty of girls here are wearing them too. "Xavier! Max and his band are about to go up, he wants to see you. Also you've gotta be at the frount. Come on." Kitty grabs my wrist and whips me through the crowd.

She finally stops once were at the frount, right against the barrier fence set up to keep some space from the musicians and the watchers.

Max is standing to one side of the small stage, leaning against a wall and chatting nonchalantly to a group of three people. One of them must notice me watching  him, because she points in my direction and mutters something to him.

At first I'm worried they think I'm a weird stranger or something, but Max looks up towards me and his eyes light up. He jogs the short distance over. "Hey, Xavier! You came!"

"Of course I did. Your costumes really good."

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