Maybe this won't be so bad.
Jackson tried to convince himself of that fact as he sat awkwardly in the cramped living room space, unsure of what to do as the boy moved around the adjacent rooms loudly. He shifted in his seat as another crash could be heard from the kitchen, followed by a seemingly endless string of profanity. The boy's colorful vocabulary, as it turned out, was quite extensive.
"Fucking-oh bloody hell-wait-no-shit....."
There was another , even louder crash.
"Ah, fuck."
The boy walked back into the living space, doing that thing where he pushed his hair back in that way that did strange things to Jackson's stomach. He was still muttering.
"Absolute horsecocks."
He looked at Jackson as though just realizing he was there.
"Oh, hey dipshit."
The boy looked at Jackson and smirked, stirring something deep inside him. He seemed to notice and the smirk grew deeper.
"I'm Max, by the way." He said, extending a hand, wide smirk still stretched across his face.
And just like that, The Boy became Max.
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While We're Here
FanficThis is something that is very poorly written and should probably not be read, but I will put it out here. It started as a joke, but I may continue it.
