You Make Me Feel So Alive [A Max Green Romance]

Cocktails and Telling Lies

Completely unrelated, but there's a picture of Joshua Balz. You're welcome. <3

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Ah, Friday.

Today was pretty successful. Well, apart from the fact that as each day goes by, Maxwell Green seems to worm himself into all of my thoughts and poke them with a confusion-stick. It's so terribly inconvenient. He's always distracting me from my work, and he's just so goddamn sexy. Like, is that even legal?

The boy just makes everything confusing. I mean, I shouldn't even be thinking such things. Love is silly. Silly, stupid, reckless, rebellious, relentless and just too fucking desirable.

But then, you see, there's a part of me that just wishes he'd ask to be mine, and myself his. Scratch that, that's all of me.

I'm still seeing no signs that he actually likes me. Again though, nothing different from how i've seen him act around just about every other female that walks on two legs. It's because I'm nothing different. There's nothing special about me for him to like.

There's the side of me that believes maybe one day he'll be mine (well, a tiny corner in my brain, really), and the rest of me just keeps reminding myself of how I'm not good enough. Because I know I'm not.

It's just fairytale dreaming, anyway. No one really ever falls in love. Love is an idealistic world that no one actually lives in. It's not like the movies or the books. I've felt love. Well, something that's close to love. I learned not to trust anyone. The ones you think would never hurt you always do. They'll damage you beyond repair.

I can't love Max. He'll hurt me. The only reason I'd trusted Ricky is because I'd known him all my life. My first and only friend for the longest time. He'd never lay a hand on me. He'd helped me through it.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

I'm interrupted from my thoughts by the door.

I head downstairs, wondering who could possibly be at my door. Opening it, I find Maria. Oh, today's Friday. Sleep over. Right.

I mentally facepalm. I've been waiting for this all day.

"HEY!" I say a little too happily.

She doesn't seem to notice.

"Hey, chicka! I brought snacks!" she squeals. She totally knows me now. Maria knows how much I love food. I could marry food. Except I would eat it, and it wouldn't be able to sign any papers.

"Well then, let's eat it!!" I squeal back. I love this girl. Just so much.

"Oh, and I brought movies!"

Another favorite thing of mine.

"I hope you don't mind all the Tim Burton movies."

"And this is why we're friends, Riri!"

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After Sweeney Todd, Edward Scissorhands and Nightmare Before Christmas (my favorites if i had to pick them), the two of us decided we were bored.

"I have an idea!"

"And what might this idea be, dearest Riri?"

"Let's invite the boys over!"

I roll my eyes. "Maria, i'm not inviting all of the boys over. There's too many of them."

"Maybe just a few. Like, TJ and...... Max." she says with a devilish grin.

"Oh, no. You are not inviting Max to my house. Why not.... TJ and Ricky?" I ask hopefully.

"Nope! You don't spend enough time with Max anyway. I think I need to invite him over... Or tell him you like him."