Call it what you want (Maxley)

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Hi guys....me and my like 3 fans 💀

It's been verrryyyyy long I'm so sorry. I'll try to come back to this more often than I have but I finally finished the new chapter! Thank you guys for those who have viewed this and supported it though not much to some but it honestly means so much to me that people actually find my work good!!
Anyways this chapter is low-key not the best and the dialogue is crappy, it's also SO SHORT I was strugglinggggg but enjoy!!! Trust I'll be posting moreee 🤞🏼

Max:
The way Bradley was acting had really confused max, but also flustered him. It was just the fever that had him so weird right? Max was concerned at how high this fever was to make Bradley nice to him.

"Well, Brad.... Bradley.. I made tacos but I can make you some soup instead"
said max still confused and concerned

"I think I will actually, you look like you need it. And some medicine. I'll be back." He added as he started toward the door.

"No max! Please please don't leave me. I need you!"
Shouted Bradley in a desperate tone, he gripped maxes hand, keeping him from going anywhere

Max quickly covered his face, he was turning red. This whole situation had turned him into a flustered mess and he had no idea why, Bradley would never do these things, or say these things. Was it really that bad of a fever?

Unsure how to respond to Bradley, max decided he would reciprocate it
"It's okay Bradley, I'm going to be right back okay?? I'm getting you a few things to make you feel better"
Bradley gave him the saddest look but eventually let go of his hand and nodded.

Once he had swiftly made it out of Bradley's room and carefully shut the door he turned around, laying his body against it and sank down to the floor. Max shoved his face is his hands and contemplated.

What the heck is going on?? What is with him?? What is with me??? Max hadn't felt this intense of a flush since...Roxanne? What?

How does it make sense to feel this way about this situation?

Max shifted his hands from his face to his hair and pulled on his strands to ground himself.
"Just..stop. Just stop..."
He whispered to himself and within seconds he stood up and went to make some soup for Bradley.

Bradley:
That was fucking ridiculous!! Thought Bradley. He looked up to his ceiling and closed his eyes, his life is a mess and he just keeps making it all worse. He felt heavy guilt for making Max uncomfortable and he felt extreme confusion with how kind max was being toward him. This night could only get worse, it's best to just end it now and it was already so late.

Bradley turned off his lamp light and the room went dark, he shut his eyes begging to dream about absolutely anything but max.

Soon enough he faded into a dream and found himself skating on the highway, something he wouldn't remember when he woke up but would make him feel better about the previous dream.