little things :: zeroyalchaos au

Adam doesn't let friends worry

"He didn't show up yesterday, or the day before that, and he's not here today either... I know I don't really need to worry so much, Max, but- but he's been ignoring my calls, and he won't answer my texts, and I'm just really confused because on Monday we went out for pizza with Smarty and-"

Max sighs from the driver's seat of his car, and Steven can tell he's resisting the urge to bash his head against something. Frowning, Steven turns his head towards the window, falling silent as he watches houses and trees pass them by.

Adam, from his spot in the passenger's seat, rubs Max's back as he smiles back at Steven, barely visible out of the corner of his eye. It doesn't really help, to be quite honest. Steven was worried about his friend, who apparently thinks it's funny to just vanish out of existence with absolutely no context whatsoever.

Was it something he did? Something he said? What if it was something he didn't do? Maybe one of his friends was secretly an assassin and murdered him?

He didn't know. He didn't know a thing, it seemed, and it bothered Steven to no end. At first, asking Max or Adam about it was a reasonable thing to do. But Steven quickly remembered that he had a tendency to ramble on and on about everything and anything- and before he knew it, he was probably talking their ears off. The ride felt awkward now, and it only seemed to grow as they pulled up at Max's house, fully intending to spend the night.

"I'm sorry for being all moody on you, Ze. I'm just a little stressed out from school." A hand rests on Steven's shoulder, making him jump.

"It's okay," Steven whispers.

Adam cackles. "Look at his face, Max! You scared him! What an ass!" This was clearly the funniest thing Adam's seen all day.

"Okay, here's the thing about Chilled- he likes to become a hermit and crawl under a rock from time to time. We don't know why, really, at this point we've just accepted it. He's... He's a hermit crab. A really, really Italian hermit crab. Probably lives in one of those shell noodle things." Adam's laying on Max's couch, stretched out across the entire thing and leaving no room for Max or Ze.

So, obviously, Ze takes a spot on the big leather chair sitting to the side. It's large, squishy, and cool to the touch, and to make things even better Max's dog comes and jumps up with him. Malcolm is by no means a lap dog, though Steven isn't going to be the one to tell him that.

"Wait a freaking second. You fucks expect me to sit on the floor? No! Ze, give me my chair." Max fakes a glare at Steven, though you can hear the amusement in his voice.

Steven shakes his head, wrapping his arms around the dog in his lap.
"I can't move, Max."

"Why not? Your legs aren't broken, are they?"

"Malcolm is on me. I am prohibited from moving from this position until he does."

Max sighs, then glances down at Adam. "This means you have to move your legs. And before you give me any sort of excuse, I will not hesitate to sit on top of your legs. I just really wanna sit down."

Adam doesn't move at all, a smirk planted onto his face. It leaves the instant Max begins to lower himself onto the couch, however.

"Adam, I hate to break it to you, but Max is, uh... notably bigger than you. He's probably gonna crush your legs."

"Well, then I hope one of you is willing to carry me home, then! Because I am not moving, you big bully Max!" Adam's cackling again.

Huh. It's usually more dolphin-like, but today he's more of a witch than anything else. Minx still has him beat, though.

"Fine. I guess I'll just sit on the floor. Assholes." Despite the insults, there's no malice in Max's voice as he sets his drink down on the floor next to him. If anything, he seemed rather smug about it.

It was then that Steven and Adam realized that Max was the one with the popcorn.

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(these are winks of fear because school)
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Anthony still wasn't here. It wasn't that Steven was mad- no, no, if anything Ze was worried. Very, very worried about his...friend? Boyfriend? Future husband?

He wasn't sure. At this point, Steven just wanted answers. Smarty wasn't much help, unfortunately he seemed a little stuck with his own problems. Tom and Galm, the other Anthony, told him the same thing Adam and Max did. He couldn't find Minx anywhere, and he wasn't sure if Ohm would be any help.

Bryce didn't know Chilled all that well, and Ritz was off doing his own thing. So, basically, Steven was stuck on his own for now.

Art was rather uneventful, to say the least. Adam was pretty quiet during Chemistry right now. It probably had something to do with the fact that they were lighting fires and heating up various mixtures.

Adam enjoyed fire. A little too much for Steven's liking, actually.

Should I be standing this close to Adam, who currently controls the fire? He has the burner and he also has the tongs to carry the beaker... Yeah, I probably shouldn't. Five feet is a safe distance, right?

Steven hadn't moved an inch before Adam turns to him, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he grins at Steven. "Ze, look! Isn't science amazing? I mean, look at this flame! It's longer than Max's dick!"

Steven laughs awkwardly, wondering if Adam realized what that implied.

"Does this mean you've seen Max's dick before?"

Adam smirks, nodding his head with absolutely no shame at all. "I know Max very well, Ze. Inside and out."

Steven rolls his eyes, and was about to say something to Adam, something along the lines of "Do you really?" when someone tapped his shoulder.

Turning, he met his teacher- Mr. Thompson, with his messy, almost blonde hair. Was it a really light brown, or was it a really dark orange? Steven didn't know.

Mr. Thompson was nice with his forehead and all, but to be quite honest he always seemed mildly stressed out.

"Steven. You're being checked out, take your stuff and head down to the office. You can make up the lab tomorrow or something, I dont-"

Mr. Thompson was cut off by a loud bang that echoed through the room, closely followed by Adam's little cry of "Oh! That's not potassium at all!"

Steven quickly grabbed his stuff, not wanting to stick around to see the aftermath. The last thing he heard on the way out was Thompson sighing, and a faint cry of "ADAM MONTOYA WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"

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This is a filler kinda, sorry.  AP classes are a bitch
Almost forgot to title this one whoop