opposites ; max stanley

art school

10:27pm

max and i have just returned from a quick shop, from the liquor store and a small corner store, mainly for chips, and my favourite candies. i'm really excited to meet ian, i texted joji to tell him to hold off and come over closer to 11pm because max and i still had to get things ready, explaining that 'i didn't think it through enough and i need a teensy bit more time!', which he definitely understood, considering i never think my plans all the way through, and he's become pretty aware of that. it's a little childish, yeah, but i can't help but get overly excited about very small things; especially meeting new people!

now, another thing i didn't think through completely, is the fact that i'm going to be drinking tonight, and i have work in the morning. sure, it's just standing behind a counter and making people's coffee a lot of the time, but i still didn't realize that hey, i'm gonna be hungover as fuck for most of the day - but that doesn't stop me from drinking.

max is currently playing around on youtube, trying to create a playlist filled with music that we all like, which is a bit of a struggle for him, considering he doesn't exactly know what i like. i'm pretty much fine with anything, i enjoy tons and tons of music, i can listen to soft indie music one day, grindcore the next. i really, really love george's music, though. he taught me to play ukulele, and i taught him to play piano, and it's helped both of us. uke is an adorable instrument, and now that he can play piano, we can switch back and forth when we play songs together. not to mention, i thought it was a little pointless of him owning a keyboard and not knowing how to play it. i kind of feel like george and i were really supposed to meet. i don't exactly believe in fate, but like, something along those lines. i don't ever want to lose him. i don't think i've ever had a connection with someone like i do with him. he is my best friend in the entire world, and i'd do absolutely anything for that ridiculous boy.

max's voice repeating my name slowly pulls me out of my thoughts,

"y/n, are you even fuckin' alive?"

i chuckle and nod, "yeah, of course i am, dickhead, i'm not just going randomly fucking die on you. too excited to die, at the moment."

he laughs quietly and goes back to creating a playlist, before waiting a moment and asking something again.

"you should tell me a couple bands or artists you like. i don't know what to mix in here to make it suitable for you, as well,"

i walk from the kitchen over to his spot on the couch, and drop myself beside him, making him wobble in place. i lean my head on his shoulder and groan, trying to think about what bands i like.

"well, uh, i like, george's music? remo drive is a good band, same with, uh, pup. i also quite like willow smith's music. she's badass. modern baseball, rich chigga, blackbear,"

he nods and types them into his phone, connecting it to the playstation.

"OH, i almost forgot to mention, add down under by men at work, and africa by toto. those are some fucking bangers."

he laughs, really hard, but jesus christ he does not know how fuckin' serious i am. those songs are my JAMS. they are some of the best things to ever happen to the world.

i look at my bare legs, my eyes tracing the outlines of my tattoos, slowly going from my legs to max's, which i have mine pressed up against. my eyes trail up from his legs, up his arms, torso and up to his face. i watch him scrunch his face up at his phone, probably confused by something, his bright eyes flicking back and forth, up and down the screen. i cant help but smile and he looks up from his phone, meeting my eyes. i lean over and leave a sloppy kiss on his cheek, and i can feel his face move, his lips forming a large smile that i see just the end of as i pull away.