in which, max ended things.
this is crazy writing this in development since rage and max got on a discord call like a week ago and had some type of disagreement lmao
enjoy, i'm trying to drop at least 2 more before the year ends, nursing school been beating my ass .
everyone told him that josh isn't good for him. but everytime he got into with josh, he told himself that was the final straw.
he found himself staring at an empty phone when he told josh to leave and he listened. he didn't think josh was being actually serious, when it actually happens.
he always tell his friends before eventually they got tired hearing about it. his own sister stopped believing him. it was only matter of second before everyone around him started shutting him out their live.
but yet, on a quiet friday night, max was laying in the bed, frozen, while josh was getting out the shower after their lustful, complicated moment.
he wanted to be strong. he really do. but it's like josh does something to him..pulling him back out the hole he gets into when he's vulnerable.
josh stepped out the connected bathroom, using another towel to dry his hair off as he seen max laying inside the silk sheets. he stared up at the moon, the light from the moon shining down on him. he had himself wrapped up tightly too, like he wanted to express how he feel.
"max," he called out for him.
the lightskin turned slightly where he only seen his v-line of his lower body.
"you still got the ashtray?" he spoke, knowing got heavy on the weed before he disappeared on him.
"same place where i quit smoking," he spoke.
"when you do that?"
he questioned with no response from the lighter.
"the first row of the dresser." he said instead, looking back at the moon.
josh nods, reaching for the drawer before finding the ashtray with raw papers that he needed.
in the mean time, max hated how it felt easy again. the sweat drying on his skin, the smell of josh's cologne before it started mixing with smoke—it was all too familiar.
he felt the dip inside his bed.
he wanted to be angry, to shove josh of the bed, but his body stayed where to gravitated to the touch josh gave like he belonged there.
josh blew out smoke after taking the first pull, his eyes going back to max's body as he had a hand placed on his thigh.
"you been good?" josh asked so causally, tapping the ash into the tray.
max snapped his head with irritation already on his face.
"that's what you're gonna ask me? after fucking me like you just did?"
josh grinned, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
"what you want me to say? you already know how i am." he responded, "after all, you been dealing with me from a whole year."
max didn't know what to say. josh was right. that's the problem.
he knew the pattern and how he moved. every time max swore it would be the last, how he gonna believed himself.
then came the knock at his door, and he let him back in.
"you're the worst..." max muttered, voice low.
