The flashbacks in my head started to replay again, almost like a broken record. But my record was anything but broken. I had everything I wanted, everything I could ask for. My life would have seemed to be perfect, what with dating this super famous guy who just happens to be such an amazing kisser. Maybe I’m just looking at this the wrong way. Maybe I’m just not breathing in the fact that he still has his other girlfriend; Ali.
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He had one hand buried in the gray couch cushion, and the other was pushing my electric black hair out of the way.. I had slid my hand around his waist when he started to press his lips against mine forcefully. If he thought I didn’t care about his girlfriend, he should have seen me then. My hands started to push up from the couch, and I was trying my damnedest to pull away. But his soft, pale, light pink lips would stay right where they were, pressed against mine, and I couldn’t stop it. Frankly because, I didn’t want to stop it. I was simply caught up in the heat of the moment, and I didn’t care what else was happening at that time.
But come on, that was then, and this is now. Now Max had been wrapped up in Ali ever since that next day. He never had time for what we had, or at least what I thought we had. Okay yeah, he was her boyfriend, and their relationship was known to like, half the world. But Max still had time for someone like me. We had almost everything together, but no one knew. It was our secret, he said. They’ll never know about us, he said. Yeah, when you meant us, did you mean 160,081 followers that you call “Schneider Monkeys”?
I really didn’t know what had gotten into Max that day he decided to have a total make-out session with me and then act like nothing had really happened. We had never talked about anything like that, and we sure as hell never planned it. I just thought we’d be the buds that we were. Or I’d go back to fangirling him all the time with my ways on Tumblr. Maybe we’d just never know each other at all if it wasn’t for that day. Hell, I barely knew the guy like that!
I guess Max was just one of those guys, you know? You think you love him, but he turns out to be your friend. (Er, brother.) But before I get into that, we have to go all the way back to the beginning…
And the beginning isn’t always the best way to tell a story.
