-Max's POV-
"Where the fuck did you put this helmet?" I hit my head off of the dresser up top. I dug my way through piles of old tissues, clothing, and shoes and still, there was no sign of that beat up helmet.
"I-I don't know I-
"FOUND IT!" I screamed lifting the dirty helmet out of the closet.
"Jesus christ, the fuck happened to it?" Zac said taking it out of my hands and investigating it with that face he has when he is curious.
"You're problem. Why were you looking for it anyway?" I walk past him and plop myself down on his bed, dusting off my knees from the amount of dust that was in that infested closet.
"I honestly don't remember, hah" He says setting it down on his desk and laying down on his bed next to me.
"So you're saying I did all of that for nothing? What a dick" I say smacking his leg hard. He always does that to me.
"I am what I got" He laughs kicking my side lightly. I watch as he lay there with his arms propped behind his head just staring at the ceiling. I adjusted myself and crawled next to him and looked up at the ceiling with him.
"I feel like I see things up there" He says studying this spot in particular.
"What do you see?" I look over at him. He pulls me close into his arms and looks up again.
"I don't know, once I see a pattern they change" He puts his arm on my shoulder. I turn myself to where I am now looking away from him and look out his window. I could see Mrs. Meredith watering her flower plants and girls walking up and down the streets. sometimes I wish I could be them, I could but, I have never had the courage to go out and do those things.
"What are you thinking?" Zac says turning himself over behind me swinging his arm over top of me, pulling me closer into his grasp.
"Nothing" I sigh. I don't know what to think about. I don't even know what to feel. I turn myself over and didn't realize how close I was to Zac and accidently hit his nose. I playfully hit him and suddenly, the mood changed. We stopped. We looked at each other and I could see everything. I didn't want to get up. I didn't want to leave this place. I want to be with him. I watched his lips. I watched as he bit them gently and how his nostrils flared. He leaned closer and so did I. I didn't know what I was doing but, this felt right. I felt free. Like I belonged there in his arms.
Then, I stopped it. "I have a project due, I better go work on it".
I rise up climbing over top of him and rushing out of the bedroom. I don't know why I avoid these things. What exactly am I afraid of? I shut my door and slowly slide down to the floor.
I can't get him out of my mind, his hair, his lips, his eyes, everything just haunts me. He is so gentle, loving, and caring that it sometimes is so much to the point that I can't help myself but just look at him. And he can't help himself but look at me.
