Mikes Pov
Sighing, I open my science textbook. Human anatomy, might as-well as kNancy for assistance if I want to pass this unit. I need a study partner, I think to myself, picking up my phone. Calling Max, makes my whole day better 10 x better. As I wait for her to pick up, I look at myself contently, as I look good today, hoping she realizes that as well.Connecting..
"FROG FACE!" Max, screams and giggles, clapping her hands together.
"Hi cutie." I smile hard enough for my cheekbones to ache.
"You look handsome today if I do say so myself.." Max trails on, shrugging goofily.
"As of for you, my lady,," I respond, jokingly. We like making accents to pretend we are in different eras. It's how we joke around.
Prompting her phone against her dresser, Max sits, cross legged, with a knowing expression on her face.
"Is there something you wanted to talk about?" I ask curiously.
I hear her inhaling sharply, meaning what she's about to say, is something to be taken seriously. "I heard what happened with Madie." she says slow and clear, wrapping a blanket around her in the process. Max is always cold, due to poor circulation in her body. I wish I could go through the screen from time to time and just hold her close to my chest, keeping her warm and protected.
Nodding, I find it difficult to process what to say next. She adds, "You don't have to say anything. I know you love her. A great deal." She says, disappointment in her tone.
My heart beats steadily, "I broke up with her, because I have feelings for someone else." I explain, vaguely. She nods, understandingly. "This couldn't have been easy for you bubby."
My eyes gloss up. Me and Madie weren't fit to be together, but she was a damn good best friend. I let my hands catch my head as I sob. Through the screen, I hear soft, but repeated whimpers. I didn't expect what she was going to say next."I just want to be with you Mike," she sobs taking pauses in between, sniffling.
"I-I" she stutters groggily. "I, Max Mayfield, love you, Mike Wheeler." She blurts out whole-heartedly. "And god, I try so hard not to, because you're 8 hours away from me, but you're like a drug. You suck me in once, and I keep coming back for more, even though I know it's not good for me because you can't return the feelings. They're not mutual." Max whines, her voice breaking. Before I can say a word, I hear Max's brother pestering her, MAXINE! SET THE TABLE! He screams up the stairs. She sits up, tucking away a red lock of hair behind her ear, "I've got to go. Text me later." She hangs up. I sit there, body in a state of paralysis. "I love you too Max. I love you too." I say, whispering breathlessly. The girl I would take a bullet for, just spilled her guts out through the screen, and I can't contain myself. Immediately, I grab my phone and flick through my Spotify play list. I stop, pressing on "this town." Sitting on my bed, holding the letters she'd sent me through the mail, I listen and appreciate Niall Horan's vocals. "If the whole world was watching I'd still dance with you, drive highways and byways to be there with you. Over and over the only truth, everything comes back to you." I breath heavily, breaking down. All the feelings I'd been holding in, pour out. Tear after tear rolls down my freckled cheek. I didn't believe in true love until I met her. She's the reason I wake up, motivated, every morning. Im going to build a future with her. I know it. Im going to claim her mine. I wipe my face dry and lay down exhausted. "I need a plane ticket," I say out loud with confidence. "Maxwheeler meet up? I think yes." I sit up again, put on my black snap back, and reach for my walkie talkie. "I'm going to need all the help I can get." I say, determined.
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ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ || mike x max ( maxwheeler ) ||
عاطفيةMike Wheeler is a 13 year old boy that lives in Canada. His life's pretty boring, not like many other teenagers, though he has one secret. He has a big crush on his bestfriend. There's two big problems with this. First, he's got a girlfriend, and se...