"Ok, well please do tell what person I am, 'cause I can assure you that you're wrong." I leaned back waiting for Max to tell.
"Ok well for starters, I can sense that you're not besties with the popular kids hinting why you don't go to parties..." After hearing that I opened my mouth to interrupt but he continued talking.
"Your smart and don't break any rules, well... maybe a few. Love books which leads to a passion for writing. And your favorite animals are dogs." He took a sip from one of the sodas that was in the trunk and looked at me knowing that he was right. I was surprised by him. Really, I mean how could he know that I love books and writing?
Never the less, I just shook my head and looked back at him.
"Wrong."
"Oh really?"
"Yep, my favorite animal is an owl." Max let out a little chuckle again while looking up at the stars.
Man, I love his laugh. Its weird but for some reason I like it when I make him laugh knowing that I'll see his cute smile decorating his face.
Being myself, my curiosity took over. "How did you know I like writing and reading?"
"Hm? Oh well I guessed, I mean you look smart but don't look like a nerd. But you do look like a book worm type of person so I just figured that you must like writing."
"Oh," was all I could think of to respond with.
After a few minutes of looking up at the stars Max broke the silence. "Um, so what school do you go to?"
"Well, I go to Westfield High School and I'm currently a senior." Awkward silence. "So um, wh-" Before I continued Max cut me off. "Do you like poems or stories?" Without even thinking I answered, "Well, that's a trick question, 'cause I believe poems make stories or that little stories are poems."
"Wow, that's kind of deep. I actually never thought that you would be the deep thinking type of person."
"Well I guess you don't know me as well as you think." Max just widened his eyes at me with his lips parted.
"I guess not." We stared at each other for what seemed like hours. It wasn't even an awkward silence. More like a, comfortable silence. Even though I met Max today, looking into his eyes made me feel like I knew him longer than I truly do.
"So Max, what do you like to do? I mean, I'm no expert but I see you as a chill, laid back type of person who likes to skateboard a lot. Possibly gets into trouble, but always gets away with it."
Max nodded his head before answering. "Your good. Yes I do like to skateboard.... a lot, and I can't deny that I do get in trouble too but of course I'm just lucky that I get away."
"Do you have any hobbies?"
Max took a quick sip then looked at me while cocking an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know, I mean you seem too mysterious to do just skateboarding. What do you do at home on your free time?"
Max took a few minutes just to think but I'm pretty sure that he knew the answer, he just doesn't want to tell me.
"I don't know. If you count sleeping as a hobby then yeah, I do." I shook my head and stared at the stars. Later on that night, Max and I would ask questions to each other with no questions asked.
"Vans or Converse?"
Max held up his left foot which was conveniently, in black Vans.
"Really?" He asks while still holding his foot.
"My bad, how am I supposed to know. I don't look at stranger's shoes when I meet them." Right then and there Max took off his shoe and pushed it toward my face.
"Do you see my shoe now?" I tried to push the stinky shoe away while laughing.
"Ew, Max stop it!" I squeaked as the shoe was close to my mouth. I jumped up to get away since he wouldn't stop, but to my surprise Max followed me with his shoe in his hand. I squeaked some more and like an echo, Max's laugh rang throughout the air. While running, Max tripped on a brick causing me to fall with him.
We both laughed making it hard to breath, especially for Max since I was on top of him. When the laugher died down we both looked at each other's eyes. Max leaned toward me, almost letting our lips collide until we heard yelling.
We looked at the house and heard people arguing.
"Guess Wes's parents are here." I looked up at Max who was still looking at the building, listening.
For some reason I have a soft spot for Max. It's not normal for me to care for a guy, like I'm the one who's always getting hit on and not giving a fudge while guys are falling head over heels for me. Why do I feel this way?
"It's getting late, we should get some sleep."
I nodded as I got up and headed to the pillows and the blankets.
Max laid down on my left with his back facing towards me. I sighed as I closed my eyes, trying to forget what had just happened.
