opposites ; max stanley

crybaby

a/n!!:
f/b: favourite band/music artist :)
h/c: hair colour :)

thursday, june 29th

12:53pm

well, today is my date with max. we are meeting at - you guessed it - the diner i work at. his reason being 'because you'll know everything that tastes good! that way neither of us will be disappointed!'. he seemed rather excited while he was explaining, it was quite cute. i couldn't lie, even though we have only met 3 times, i can admit that i do have at least a little bit of a crush on him. - the 3rd time we saw each other was after george left my house last night, around 9:30 - i went out for a cigarette, and bumped into him. another good thing is that i had finally gotten his number, so now i can keep in contact with him more.

to be honest, i haven't gotten out of bed yet. i feel more exhausted than usual today. maybe a shower would help? sighing to myself, i slowly sit up, violently kicking the blankets off of my legs and attempting to stand up. emphasis on attempting, considering i can barely feel my legs from the cold. i don't know how the fuck my apartment gets so cold, considering it's june. but, no. it's cold in the summer, and even colder in the winter. if you think about it, it's quite a nice thing to have such a cold house in the summer, always an escape from the heat.

i walk to the bathroom, stripping the small amount of clothes i had on, off, and turning the water on. i have always been one to take overly hot showers, but it's so relaxing. plus, steam clears your sinuses, and i always like being able to breathe through my nose.

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1:18pm

okay, so. shower definitely helped me wake up a bit. now i am just in need of coffee and a cigarette, and i will be alive enough to get ready for this date. i don't exactly know what to wear, it's not like.. boiling hot outside, but i definitely am not wearing pants. or a sweater. i dunno, exactly. it's only about 83 out (that's 28 celsius - i am canadian i had to google this)

after drinking half a cup of coffee and smoking a cigarette, i get my ass back inside and grab my makeup bag, sit on my living room floor, and start.

makeup isn't that important to me, i do love it, but it's not an every day thing. it definitely used to be - before i left home, i wanted to know everything about makeup and how to do it. it takes me just over an hour, sometimes closer to two hours, to do an entire face of makeup, but that's usually if i don't have to rush. right now, i don't have to rush, i just don't have as much time as i usually would.

i guess i want to impress max, or look cute, at the least. the last few times he has seen me, i was completely barefaced. it's not like i think i look ugly without makeup, because i definitely don't think that, it's just.. i look like different people with and without makeup on, is all. it's quite an interesting thing to watch. a transformation, kind of.

i go to take the last sip of my coffee, about half way done my makeup, my phone buzzes. i had gotten a text from max.

maxwell😇💓:

hey! don't forget 3pm!! ❤️

i giggle, picking up my phone and texting back;

me:

how could i forget? ❤️ see u soon

i glance at the time - 2:10 - and puff my cheeks out.

'i've got 40 minutes till i have to leave. i'm kind of nervous.'

mentally shrugging, i go back to my makeup, finishing up relatively quickly. not bothering to put everything back in the bag, i stand up and speed walk to my bedroom, immediately throwing open and rummaging through my drawers. i groan to myself,

thinking out loud, i mumble;

"fuck, i still don't know what to wear. i mean, i guess i could wear a band t-shirt? high waisted shorts? thigh high socks? you know, the usual outfit."

sighing, i pull out one of my many f/b t-shirts, black high waisted shorts - with patches on them, of course - and my favourite thigh high socks. they were grey, with white tops, with 2 thin black stripes over the white.

i quickly threw my clothes on, doing my best to not rub my shirt over my face, grabbed a hair elastic and the top half of my h/c jawline-length hair into a bun on the top of my head, leaving the bottom half down. i walk to the bathroom, and stand in front of the mirror.

i don't look that bad, my hair and outfit suits me, my makeup looks just like any other time i do it. i begin to violently brush my teeth, and check the time on my phone. 2:45. i'll leave in 5 minutes or so. i spit, and rinse my mouth out, proceeding to walk back to my living room and put my shitty black vans on. i should probably get new shoes at some point, these are barely even shoes anymore. giant holes in the sides, the grip worn down almost completely due to walking constantly, and skateboarding when i can. i love them a lot, though. it'll be hard to part with them. i double check my pockets for my cigarettes, lighter and phone, and head out the door.

i really am excited, and i don't know what i'm nervous about. i try to be as nice as i can, max is a sweetheart. we've already opened up to each other some. i like him, and considering he asked me on a date, i think he might like me, too. so really, what could go wrong?

what could go wrong?

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hi friends!! i'm sorry if the last couple of chapters have been boring, i've been away from home for the past couple of days and i am very very hungover right now. but, i am heading home today and i will be posting the next chapter, their date, by tomorrow morning! :)

i apologize for this story being so slow omg;;;; i promise it'll get a lot better soon!

thanks for reading!! <3