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

No More Suffering, No More Of This War

THAT, my friends, is a picture of Maria Kilgour. 

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 "Damn, fancy enough place to eat?" I ask Max quietly, raising an eyebrow. The other two are in front of us, almost out of earshot. I've been to this restaurant before, but they've redone it since I've last been here. It's like walking into a French romantic restaurant. Everything is deep red, black or glass. Or all three. It's extremely sophisticated and modernized. 

"Anything for you, babe." He whispers in my ear. A smile creeps its way to my lips, just as his arms do around my waist from behind. 

"You treat me way better than I deserve to be treated, Max." I tell him. He rolls his eyes. "Then obviously you don't own a mirror. You're the most gorgeous girl I've laid eyes on, and everything else about you is perfect."

This brings color to my cheeks, and a sheepish smile. I know he must be lying, but I decide I'll let it go this time. He pulls away from me, and as if on cue, Maria and TJ turn back to us. The waitress shows us where our table is, then walks back inside.

Two tables pushed together, on the terrace. It's a gorgeous view out to the nicer part Vegas. I sit beside Maria, and we face our boys; the couples sitting across from each other. I look over to Maria and raise an eyebrow at her. She smiles innocently, and sips the sparkling juice of sorts that they've set out for all of us. Obviously we're underage, anyway.

"So, Aylia, how are you enjoying your date so far?" She asks me. I roll my eyes. 

"Wouldn't know, the food hasn't come yet. But the view is gorgeous." I say, smiling at both meanings of my statement. "Oh?" She asks, raising her eyebrow. "Yes. This side of the city is so pretty at night." I say. I know she wouldn't have expected for me to agree with her thoughts outwardly anyway. 

I open my menu and look through it, avoiding further questioning. The rest do the same. I look up from it slightly to find Max looking right back at me, smirking. I bite my lip, and try to remain inconspicuous. 

"Have you made a choice for the evening?" a pretty waitress asks us. A very pretty waitress. I feel a pang of jealousy in my chest. She's much more pretty than I am. I gnaw on my lip slightly, before telling her I'll have the pasta.

After she leaves, I hear Maria comment. "She was pretty, wasn't she?" She points out, eyeing Max suspiciously for his reaction. As she should, the waitress was exactly Max's type. Slender, blonde and perfect. Really, any guy's type. He simply shrugs, and gives a face of disinterest. 

"Hm." She huffs, then makes conversation with her boyfriend again.

I eye mine, and raise an eyebrow. "You're much prettier." He mouths to me. I sigh, and mutter "Whatever.."

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They had't stopped trying to get Max and I to 'warm up to each other' in front of them. Only a few minor slip-ups that we both quickly and convincingly dug ourselves out of. He was a lot better at this than I expected he would be, even if I did have to kick him under the table a few times in the process. 

"Enjoyed your date?" Riri asks me while we walk out. "Meh." I reply simply, shrugging. She rolls her eyes. "Whatever. Even if I haven't made any progress, at least you can say you've been on a date with the boy." She sighs. 

I give her a look, and notice, after nearly tripping on it, that one of the straps has come undone on my shoes. I sigh loudly, and tell her I'll meet her in the car. She agrees, and continues to the car.

"Excuse, or actual wardrobe malfunction?" I hear a voice behind me ask. I look up to find Max. 

"The latter, but a bit of both." I say, smirking.