opposites ; max stanley

in your arms.

thursday, june 29th

4:12pm

i run into my apartment, nearly kicking the door down in excitement, pulling max along behind me, both of us laughing till our cheeks hurt. i let go of max's hand, but keep running, until i get to my sliding glass door, and i tear the blanket down, letting the sunshine blind our eyes, as i turn back to him with the biggest grin on my face.

"this is where i live, love," i giggle, skipping up to him and taking both of his hands, quickly pulling him towards me and wrapping my arms around him.

on the walk home, we had held hands, up until he decided it would be fun to tickle me. i told the cunt i wasn't ticklish, which was a complete lie, but i didn't think he'd TRY to tickle me. just thought he'd, i dunno, take my damn word for it? so that's why we're both.. hyper. fuck, being around maxwell is so spectacular. i love his company so much. almost as much as i love george's company.

"y/n!" the precious boy yelled my name, still giggling. "let's dance!"

my mouth forms into an 'o' shape, and i proceed to hop over to my speakers, plugging the auxiliary cord into the headphone jack of my phone, impatiently waiting on my youtube app to open. my eyes shoot around the small screen as my fingers type, 'if this tour doesn't kill you, i will'.

my favourite song right now. i may or may not be going through a shitty pop punk phase right now. oops. can't help it. i select the song and run back to the tall boy standing in the middle of my messy living room. the song starts off fairly slow;

"if this tour doesn't kill you, i will

i hate your guts and it makes me ill

seeing your face every morning

one more month and twenty-two days

if this tour doesn't kill you, i may

counting down the miles 'till we leave this state

counting down the minutes 'till i can erase

every memory of you"

the song begins to get harder as i begin to grab max's hands, moving my feet and swinging our arms.

"for a second lets be honest

nothing will clean your filthy conscience

everything you do makes me want to vomit

and if this tour doesn't kill you

buddy

im on it!"

and as the singer screams the word 'it', i jump harder, pulling max around me, he doing the same to me. the layers of instruments slamming around us, encasing us in a moment of pure bliss, as we smile and laugh. i let go of max's hands, flailing my arms and legs, as you would see at a PUP concert, shaking my body, waving my head of short-ish hair around, occasionally seeing max do the same. he seems to be having just as much fun as i am. god, he is so beautiful. so, so beautiful. each movement he makes, no matter how silly he may look, he manages to look.. graceful. happy. it's so refreshing to see. 'if this tour doesn't kill you, i will' changes to 'dvp', instantly making the two of us dance more.