forbidden ̥ .୭˚max stanley

✩ ii. exchange

y/ig = your instagram

y/b/h = your birth year

>your pov<

wait, what size am i again? eh ill just get a 4 and hope it fits.

ooO, lady rainicorn scarf? sign me up

oh wait, how much is all of this? i don't want to be too much of a burden, the fact that he even stopped to talk to me is fucking amazing

"oi, you gonna finish picking your stuff out yet or do i have to stand in the middle of hot topic holding fucking japenese plushies like a fuckin neckbeard?" max hollers across to me

"i'm done! i'm done!" i say while giggling and running back over to max

>max's pov<

her giggle is so cute.

we go over to the checkout counter and the cashier is a goth chick with a nose ring and faded blue hair about my age.

yo she kinda hot ahaha
jk
unless..?

i see the girl (wait, i didnt even ask her what her name is. fuk-) eyeing the ever illusive pin bucket

"do you want some pins?" i say

"theres actually a buy two get two fre-" yes. we know.

"oh, uh sure" she fumbles around in the bucket for a second and emerges with some band pins, some pride pins (oh good, shes gay. she isn't gonna try and get it, wait, isnt that the bi flag? fu-) , and a giant ass pink pin with F<3CK YOU on it in white text. nice.

we checkout and leave the store. i ended up carrying most of the bags for some reason but i'm ok with that.

"soo, uh are you here with anyone?" i say

"um, yea, my mom and sibling"

she's definitely a teenager ohshitohfuckshitohnofuc

you have to ask her how old she is dude

but being a 25 year old sweaty white dude saying 'hey how old r u ahaha' to a random girl you met in hot topic is gonna get you on a list

"oh shit sorry, i didnt even ask you your name"

"oh its fine.. um its y/n" she says shyly

"y/n?" i say

"yeah.. it's kinda a grandma name but at least it isn't some gay shit like max or sum"

damn, she's actually kinda funny

>your pov<

"wait, how old are you?" max says, narrowing his eyes slightly

oh shit. now its time to tell him you're fucking Y/A.

i feel my face get hot

"oh, um, im turning y/a +1 (I dont know how to word this mnsjz just do one year above your age then thats what goes there) soon" i chirp

fuck. why did i have to be born in y/b/h

"holy shit, really?" max says, stunting back a little

"uh, yea"

"you dont look it, i- i mean this in the least creepy way possible" he says, blushing a little

"heh, thanks i guess.."

did- did he just blush?? no, y/n, he's 25 and has a girlfriend. he is not interested in some snot nosed y/a year old punk from fucking y/s

"hey, uh, can i get a picture real quick?"

"oh yea, sure" max says

hell yea

its good he isnt famous enough to have a cameo, or else id have to pay like $50 for this

*click*

"oi i look like a fuckin hobbit take another one cunt- oh wait you're y/a i probably shouldn't say that"

*click*

"aight that ones a bit better" max says

he looks like a goblin, and my black lipstick has faded around the center so now i look like a latina mom, and my eye makeup looks a lil crusty, but its whatever. at least i got a picture at all.

"so uh, i should be getting back to my sibling and mom soon" i say

i dont want this encounter to end. but i don't want to seem clingy and annoying, also mom and y/s/n are probably looking for me and they'll probably think max is fucking abducting me or something. so thats not ideal.

"oh yeah, right. do you have instagram?" max says as he pulls his cracked to shit iphone from his khaki shorts

did.. did he really just say that? he definitely doesnt think im annoying if he's asking for my ig

"um, yeah, its @y/ig" i sheepishly say as he types it into the searchbar on instagram

he starts looking at my posts

"hey heY hEy- you can do that when im not right next to you" i bump my knuckle against his phone

"hehe sorrY, anyways, i followed you. uh, we can talk in dms" he says

oh my goddd

i still cant believe this

maxmoefoe just followed me on instagram!!

okay, y/n, stop being so starstruck.

ok fiiine, ill try ;)

>max's pov<

is that creepy? nah, its fine. its just a follow. ariana grande follows her young fans. she probably doesnt dm with them tho.. agh

"ok, go find your mum or whatever. don't get kidnapped on the way" i say

"hehe, um, i just wanted to say thanks max. like you really didnt have to do that- the whole paying for my stuff and following me thing- um, anyways, i gotta go find my mom, bye!" y/n says

and while shes jogging away, her skirt flips up a little showing her- nope. max. she's not just a teen, shes y/a. she isnt even really a teen! ugh, thats fuckin gross you nasty cunt. i need a shower, both cause i feel like a creep, but also cause its fucking 90 degrees in here and im sweatier than a cold water bottle left in the sun for 2 hours.

hi! thats the end of this chapter, i promise its gonna get smuttier as time goes on lmao, i'm just an ~exposition~ person. like i cant watch studio porn unless theres a good believable plot.... ok that might be the lamest thing i've ever said but still. anyways i'm in a writing mood so theres probably gonna be a couple more chapters up tonight.