There are 3 best friends who just love getting into trouble but they always manage to get out of it. That is until they meet 3 boys, worse than you can ever imagine. Talking their way out of trouble is no longer an option when they get involved with...
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Maxxie and I run to his dance show. When we get there, i am out of breath and collapse on the ground. Maxxie is in a state of panic, as he rushes inside to talk to his teacher.
When i finally get my breath back, I stand up and go inside and Maxxie is on stage, dancing. I smile, just watching him move so easily. He was in his everyday clothes, while everyone else was in dance clothes such as, sweatpants or leggings, tanktop or muscle tee, some were in tshirts too. They also had on sneakers that were easy to dance in.
Maxxie however, he had converse on, baggy jeans, and a tshirt on. He definitely stood out in the crowd.
A tinge of jealousy hit me when he picked up a girl and swings her under his arms and catches her. I know it was professionally dancing, but they seemed to have chemistry.
He continued dancing with her, because they were the stars of the show. They were the best dancers of the class.
I watched as she pushed him against the wall of the stage, and she tries to pin him to the wall when he grabs her arms and they both do a turn and leg go of eachother, as she slides across the stage. He dances over to her and she pushes him away. He catches her arms as she tries to push him away and they glide around the room together.
Maxxie hadnt told me anything about what the dance show held, but after seeing it, i realized that it was an interpretive dance of a couple being madly in love but then they end up fighting really badly, but they end up making up in time to realize the girl had cancer.
It shocked me how well they interpreted it, but i wish i had known what the dance was about ahead of time.
When the show ended, I met up with Maxxie in front of the building. He was getting bombarded with flowers and compliments. I smiled because i was so proud of him. When the group of people finally subsided, I walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek. "Good job." I tell him. "I've been told that alot tonight. But it means the most when it comes from you." He responds, smiling at me.
After we got back to the house, i fell asleep in his bed with him. Nothing happened except for cuddling. His arms made me feel so protected. I didnt even mind that he was sweaty. He was too tired to take a shower, which was okay. He deserved rest.
The next morning when I woke up, I woke up to the smell of bacon and pancakes. I look to my side, and Maxxie was no where to be seen.
As i walk downstairs, I hear someone humming a melody, I follow the sound to the kitchen and i smile at what i see. I see Maxxie by the stove, shirtless. He was flipping pancakes.
I walk over to him and hug him from behind. He jumps a tiny bit, but turns and smiles at me. He kisses my cheek. And then turns back around, proceeding to cook.
