AUTHOR'S NOTE: Guys, I've been so obsessed with Steven Universe lately that I've been listening to all the songs on repeat and forcing myself to memorize the lyrics. So far, it's been working for my memory, but not so much for my social skills. Steven Universe is one of those shows that just make you feel warm and tingly inside because of it's characters and atmosphere and the life lessons it teaches. I might be exaggerating, but I don't care! THIS IS THE BEST SHOW EVER! Sorry if this doesn't relate to this book. I just wanted to get that off my chest. ~S.R ;3 (NEW SIGNATURE WOOHOO!)
SONG: Peace and Love (on Planet Earth) // SHOW: Steven Universe // CREATOR: Rebecca Sugar // I DO NOT OWN THIS SONG! ;3
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Previously on Chapter Eight of Forgive...
Max suddenly forces you to stop in front of the door. "Okay, so this person is important, alright? He's basically the boss of Sky Media."
You gulp.
"But, don't worry. He's a really silly and stupid guy, but he's also really caring and cool. Just remember to be chill, m'kay?"
You nod.
"Alright," he says as he grips the knob. "Let's go in."
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Max twists the knob firmly and pushes the door open.
"Hey, Adam! Wha-" before Max can finish his sentence, you guys hear something behind the door that probably wasn't supposed to be there. He looks behind it and sees a squished person, holding a coffee in his right hand.
"Oh, hi," Max says as he helps the guy out of the uncomfortable position.
After a few seconds, the dude was on his feet and shaking his head in disappointment. "Next time, knock on the door, Mad Max," he jokingly suggests as he composes himself.
"Don't call me that," he calmly demands as they do ANOTHER secret handshake. Like, seriously?! How many handshakes can you memorize?
You observe the guy. He had hazelnut-colored hair that was very short (Adam got a new haircut, look on Insta or Twitter if you don't believe me ;3) and was wearing a shirt that said Where It All Began with an image of a retro video game. His glasses were tucked into the collar of his shirt and it was accompanied with plain, blue jeans and black shoes.
Adam quickly notices you behind Max and nods his head in your general direction. "Sup?" He nonchalantly asks as you fiddle with your fingers in nervousness.
Don't mess up, (Y/N), you mentally scold yourself.
"Nothing much," you answer as you nod your head back, pretending to be all cool.
Adam chuckles after he takes a sip of his coffee. "Chill. I like that."
You grin from ear to ear as you soak in the rare compliment.
"My name's Adam, just in case you're wondering. Adam Dahlberg to be exact," he announces as he flips his hair.
You giggle. You fix your hair, too. "My name's (Y/N), just in case YOU'RE wondering. (Y/N) (L/N) to be exact," you mimic.
He smiles at your smart remarks. "Well, welcome to Sky Media. I'm technically the boss, since the company's name has my screen name incorporated into it. But, just think of me like a regular fat dude."
Max joins in. "A STUPID regular fat dude."
"Yes, I forgot about that part," Adam smirks. "Anyways, why you guys here? Do you have a resume I can look at or you guys just visiting?"
"We're just visiting," the red-haired individual replies. "I just wanted to show Button around here, since she's gonna be staying at my place for a couple months."
"Woah," Adam sets his coffee down on his desk. "I have so many questions."
"Shoot," you say. "But, make it quick. I don't want to be interfering with your work."
"Alright. First of all, Max, why do you call her Button?" he asks as he raises an eyebrow.
Max explains how he called you that all the time when you guys were still little.
"Only my immediate family called me that, but Maxy thought of it as an opportunity to make fun of me," you clarify, smiling a little.
"Maxy?" Adam questions while cracking up. "Good one!"
You nod your head while grinning a huge smile. Max rolls his eyes. "Next question," he complains.
"Okay, okay. Um, where do really you come from? I noticed that you're just visiting for couple months."
"Oh, I'm from Cali. But, I used to live with Max-ermind back in Louisiana," you say, emphasizing the nickname
"Oh, okay," Adam says understandingly. "Max-ermind? Ha! This just keeps on getting better and better!"
Max growls. "Keep them coming."
"Alright. So, you're staying at Sad Max's place, right?"
You nod as Max blows a frustrated raspberry.
"Are you dating?"
You almost choke on your saliva. You feel your breath start to get heavier.
"What, no! We're childhood friends. Gotta help a homie, am I right?" Max answers, annoyed.
"Dang it! I wanted a new ship on my shipping wall!"
Max looks at you and sees your expression.
"Well, gotta go, Adam," he says as he escorts you out of the room.
He asks what's wrong with you. "She might have a panic attack at, like, any moment."
"What?! I'm going to get water," Adam utters as he runs to the kitchen.
Max sits you down on the floor as more people surround you asking questions about your health.
The ginger puts his hand on your shoulder as your breathing gets heavier. "Remember the breathing techniques we practiced when we were little. Hold your breath and exhale slowly as best you can, okay? The worst thing that could happen is you passing out," he reassures.
Everyone huddles around you, comforting you that you're gonna be okay. Barney took a mini fan from his desk and starts to blow it on your face. Red got a pillow from his couch and put it under your head. Ethan and Emily was reassuring you by sitting next to you and being supportive. Max was there, doing the technique with you. Adam held the water and gave you the cup whenever you waved your hand. Other people that you haven't met yet were around you, deeply concerned.
You feel so welcomed and cared for by people that you don't even know that well.
The last thing you see is a Max with a saddened look on his face before darkness overwhelming you.
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FanficYou slowly stand up. "Max? Max LaPlume?" He gives you a look. "How do you know my last name?" You clear your throat, trying to think of something to make him realize that it's you. You finally think of the perfect thing. "Button," you whisper quietl...