Sweet Tooth [HS]

FIVE

Three weeks later.

"Mackenzie! Finley!"

Lexie's voice suddenly came booming up the stairs, echoing over the buzz of tattoo needles and the muffled hum of Rory's playlist from the speakers below.

"Finn! Max! You up here?"

Lexie's voice was getting closer, and Max and Finn both cursed aloud as she kicked him away from her and jumped off the kitchen counter, heart thudding loud in her chest as her hands struggled to pull up the zipper on her shorts.

"For fuck's sake," she heard Finn mutter, and glanced up momentarily to see him fumbling around with his belt, all agitated and sweaty and fuck was that a hicky on his neck?

She sighed. They couldn't have looked more obvious if they tried.

"Mackenzie!" There it was again, this time accompanied with the echo of quick, pacing footsteps as Lexie climbed further up the staircase.

"Y-yeah, we're in here," Max managed, taking a glance in the mirror on the opposite wall and rolling her eyes at her dishevelled appearance. Her hair was wilder than usual- which said a lot -sticking up in all the wrong places, and her lips were dark red, all swollen and bitten and just really too fucking obvious.

"Fuck's sake," she breathed, running her agitated hands roughly through the mess on top of her head. "I knew I should of got braids."

Finn somehow managed to laugh, "No, Max. I like your hair just like that."

And he had the audacity to wink at her as she grabbed her forgotten coffee mug from the counter she had just been propped up on, and tried to look casual as she leaned back against it. She only had time to roll her eyes at Finn and shove her middle finger in his face before Lexie stomped into the room.

She looked angry.

But then again, she always did. Maybe it was her ginger hair, or the dragon tattoo that curled around her neck and breathed flames up to her jaw line. Or, maybe, it was the way she liked to shout and bellow and stomp around like she was doing now, looking like she was about to explode as she stood there sceptically, green snake eyes narrowed into slits as she eyed them.

Max immediately took a step further away from Finn.

"You two've been up here for a while," Lexie raised a sceptical eyebrow, looking deliberately between Finn and Max, then Max and Finn again.

Of course Lexie knew exactly what was going on between them- Max couldn't keep secrets from her- and of course Lexie just loved to, just absolutely had to make a scene and make it as awkward and as uncomfortable as she could when situations like this occured- which, by now, had been too many to count.

"Just making coffee, Lexie," Finn shrugged, grinning behind his long forgotten coffee mug that must have been ice cold by now.

Max watched him, biting her lip to keep from laughing. She didn't quite know how he did it, but Finn always managed to stay so calm. There had been so many close calls and yet somehow they always seemed to get away with it by that little shrug of his shoulders and a simple ruffle of his hair.

"Well," Lexie just rolled her eyes. "There's a special someone on the phone who wants to speak to you."

"What? My next appointment's in like ten-"

"Not you, you narcissist," Lexie snarled at Finn as she turned to Max, grinning. "You."

And maybe it was something in the way Lexie said it or maybe it was Lexie's smile, but Max's mind immediately went there, went to him, and she knew.