be my escape [MAX]

[Angel Rae Taylor]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

She was running. Fast. A simple "I'll be gone for a minute," turned
into her escape. Angel Taylor was not in the mood for anyone's shit. And
anyone certainly included Buster. Angel found it easier to refer to him as
Buster, considering that she could care less about his actual name. How
ever, the short blonde was in dire need of a hiding space. A space that c
ould possibly fit a tiny girl like her.

The girl's restroom had been the first option, considering he couldn't go in
there. That was because Buster could've easily gotten some little freshie
to go in the bathroom and tell him if she was inside. And he was a lot
more scary to freshmen than she was. She couldn't hide in her Herione
class, because that would probably be another place he would go looking
first. Angel stopped, her sneakers scuffing against the floor as she saw a
classroom, which from her view, looked empty.

The blonde hurried into the Catching the Criminal classroom, not thinking about much else besides needing to hide. She crouched, hoping that she
was hidden, eyes shut, just waiting to hear him pass. To know that she could just have a little when she wasn't his "arm candy", as he had put it bluntly.

Angel's body quivered at the sound of approaching feet. A voice called out
things like, "Where'd my girl go?", and the blonde had the urge to yell
that she wasn't his girl, but then decided against it. She stayed still until she heard the footsteps pass, and opened her eyes, only to see an older
male, whom she assumed was the teacher of whatever class this was.

"Uhm, sorry for using your room as a hiding spot," She said, her
right hand snapping at the scrunchie on her left wrist. She then realized
that she had apologized. Which was new. "I just..." Angel wasn't
sure how to phrase the situation exactly. But there were many ways she could.

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WORDS,, 345. not bad? c:
TAGGED,, max & max.
OUTFIT,, CLICK
MUSIC,, inspiration music...and i thought of that relient k song, so i had to use it.
NOTES,, time for wonderful amazingness. and the use of that relient k song is because max is helping angel escape from buster. >.> idk. i'm a fail at thinking up good titles.
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

[Maximillian Goof]

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If anyone's asking, then, no, Max is not some freak with obsessive-compulsive disorder. He just happens to have nothing better to do with his non-existent life, and cleaning the classroom he shares ruling of with the man named Basil is the only thing he can think of at the moment. With a marker above his left ear and a cleaning rag in his hand, he wipes some beakers clean - the others filled with liquid that intimidate him and make him wonder what they do. In light of his experiences, however, spilling any of those liquids might possibly cause the floor to sizzle and disintegrate, and he and Mr. Holmes have been chastised countless times to stop doing crazy shit like that. And so, he ignores the beakers that are bubbling over a Bunsen burner, and begins to wipe some desks. This doesn't take too long, because Max is an expert at cleaning, and he finds himself having to go to the janitor's closet at the end of the hall to return his cleaning materials. So he does. And he sighs, because he needs friends.

W

[/color]ell, new friends. Most his friends are insane. But that's just the part of Max's brain talking, the part that says he isn't going a little insane himself. Whatever. He's beginning to confuse himself and make his head hurt, so he tosses the rag in the closet and begins to walk back down the hall - not noticing at all that the door to the room is open a crack, and not closed completely the way he left it. He's whistling a cheerful tune, and when he turns he says a quick 'hi' to a blond girl who he doesn't know at all - and begins drawing on a large paper stuck to the wall with the marker on his ear.

Hold up.

Blond girl he doesn't know? What, now?

Max whips around to look the intruder in the eye, ready to accuse her of all sorts of things like 'stealing' or 'breaking something' or 'all the things Mr. Holmes accuses me of doing'; before he hears her apology and his chocolate brown eyes are alight with confusion. He opens his mouth to reply before clamping it shut, because he'll probably say something stupid or make a noise that resembles a constipated gorilla's moaning, and then he blinks.

"S'okay,"[/color] he finally decides on saying, because there's no way those words could incriminate him. Max manages a sheepish little smile, and he rubs the back of his head - uncapped marker in his free hand, which now directs itself to the large paper. The marker moves with little squeaky noises, like all markers, and two words are drawn on the paper - two words in red ink, underlined three times.

YOU'RE SAFE.

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Max turns back around to look at her, and he grins.
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S tatus: ttly done, yo.
T agged: angel, that bamf.
W ords: 477, ftw :'D
O utfit: white polo shirt, dark blue sweater, dark blue jeans, blue and black checkered vans.
N otes: max is a bamf. also, heroes is my inspiration here. hohoho. >>
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Heroes by David Cook

[Angel Rae Taylor]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

Angel felt panicked. If Buster suddenly high tailed it back here, she was
surely gunna be in trouble. Or if this teacher didn't want her hiding in his
classroom and suddenly got her into trouble, well, she'd be in trouble ei
ther way. And personally, as much as Angel was fine with trouble, this was
one of those days when she would rather not get in trouble today. But as
soon as Buster left, well, Angel felt better.

There were no words to describe the relief that Angel felt. Her lips parted
and a simple sigh of relief escaped them. She watched Max, and couldn't
help but smile. It was obvious she didn't have his class, because she had
no idea who he was. But there were many teachers running around the school. And obviously this one was not much different.

Angel watched him intently, focused on his face, and those eyes, which
she had to admit, were kinda cute. However, there was something about
them which somehow stated confusion. "It's just, I was hiding from someone," She managed, still trying to piece togethr an explanation
that described her situation without having to tell him her entire life story.
But, right that second, that didn't seem possible. At all.

She watched his mouth open and then clsoe, and raised a brow out of
curiousity. S'okay. That was all he said. Which must've meant that
he didn't mind her hiding. And the blonde felt even more happy, the shake
of her body finally stopping, knowing that Buster was gone, and she
wasn't in any kind of trouble. Because this was one of those times when
Angel would rahter perfer to not have been in trouble.

The squeaky noise of the marker changed Angel's entire train of thought.
Max was writing something. But the words are clear, there in red ink. And
underlined three times for good measure, it looked like. YOU'RE SAFE.
The blonde couldn't help but return Max's grin, adding a tiny bit of laughter
to hers. "For a while, at least." She managed to say, still letting the
grin stay plastered to her face.

The short girl laughed once more, and looked at Max. "So, I kinda owe you, for helping me out. I really appreciate it." She said, her fingers pl
aying with her scrunchie. "I'm Angel, by the way. Angel Taylor." The
statement was so simple, and Angel had introduced herself many times,
but something about the way she said it this time seemed to differ from
every other time. At least, this time she wanted him to know her name.

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WORDS,, 449 words.
TAGGED,, max squared, those bamfs.
OUTFIT,, CLICK
MUSIC,, "If It Kills Me" by Jason Mraz, which kinda makes me think of these two, idk why. That and it's been on repeat for three days straight.
NOTES,, basically, we're all bamfs, max? xD
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

[Maximillian Goof]

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To be honest, Max doesn't mind at all that a girl's snuck into the classroom - he's actually sort of relieved that Mr. Holmes wasn't there to cause hell and turn something as simple as hiding into something that would seem as though a murder was committed. He hears her explanation, nods his head, knows what she means, sort of, despite the fact that they're probably in completely different situations. Max was bullied because he was some kind of doofus with horrible teeth who had almost no self-confidence. The girl? She's probably running away from boys or something. She's certainly good-looking enough.

She makes some kind of comment on what Max has written, and he pulls a chair, sitting on it so that he's placing his arms on top of the backrest, and he cocks an eyebrow upward at the statement. "Really?"

[/color] he asks, voice cracking a little towards the last syllable, and if it's not obvious, then Max is still going through the latest stages of puberty. It's a little pitiful, of course, but it's Max - and pitiful situations are just oh-so predictable around him. "Well, whoever that someone is, I promise I will throw chemicals on his.. her.. its hair and make sure they never touch you again. Cross my heart!"[/color] He does just that, uses the pad of his index finger to make a cross over his heart, and when she speaks of owing, this time he looks totally confused, as if he's never heard of such a thing.

"Owe me? Don't even worry about it, Angel." And that name tastes weird on his tongue, because he's speaking of some servant of the Lord and Max just feels sacred saying it - and just a little happy, because someone other than Mr. Holmes is talking to him. ".. Unless you plan on using twinkies to pay me back, because then you completely owe me and I will never forgive you if you don't."[/color]

He attempts to smirk, that sexy mysterious kind of smirk, but it ends up looking like he's smiling awkwardly because he's trying to hide the fact that a pole is slammed up his ass. More of something like that indeed. But it's Max, of course, and he can't smirk unless he just happens to be in a moment of ecstasy, and that's just the way he is. He stands from his chair, walks over to where she is, and offers his hand. "I'm Max. I owe you for the awesome company."[/color]
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S tatus: ttly done, yo.
T agged: the second half of destiny and fate's baby
W ords: 417. that's less sixty words. :\
O utfit: white polo shirt, dark blue sweater, dark blue jeans, blue and black checkered vans.
N otes: DUDE THERE ARE UNDERTONES EVERYWHERE
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Heroes by David Cook

[Angel Rae Taylor]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

For some reason, Angel felt better knowing that there was a guy here.
And yet, she felt paranoid. Buster was the easily jealous type, and seeing
her with another boy, and looking happy, wasn't on his favorite things list.
His nod was helpful. A little reassurance. "Some stupid guy thinks I'm
his girlfriend. After countless times of telling him otherwise." Saying
that made Angel feel...shallow. The blonde simply shrugged, letting the words hang there.

Angel watched him pull up a chair, and smiled. Somethign about him made
him seem...different. Really? he asked, and she nodded, opening her mouth
to add words to her nod. "He'll see me somewhere and then get all crazy
and...it's just, a complicated situation." The tiny girl couldn't help but let a
tiny smile form at the corners of her mouth at the crack of his voice.
Well, whoever that someone is, I promise I will throw chemicals on his.. her.. its hair and make sure they never touch you again. Cross my heart!

Angel laughed, watching him make a cross over his heart. "Really? Thanks. You're like...my hero." She laughed again, watching Max.
He was quite...cute? No. Handsome wasn't it exactly, but Angel found
him to be attractive. "No. I owe you. I'll do anything for you. Especially
now that you're gunna be my hero and stuff." For some reason, the
blonde liked the way her name sounded when Max said it. He made it sou
nd genuine, like he was happy to have her there. "Twinkies, huh? I can
pay you back in twinkies, if you want." She smirked.

His own attempt at a smirk was cute. Angel studied his face with her eyes,
watching his lips concort into that smirk, but instead come off differently.
She laughed. Her brown eyes followed him as her walked over, offering his
hand. She placed hers in his. I'm Max. I owe you for the awesome company. She felt color tint her pale cheeks once he said that. "Oh,
it's my pleasure. And you do not owe me anything. Saving me from that
jerk who was following me is payment enough, I swear."

The female let a smirk stay planted on her lips as she shook Max's hand,
and then she finally had to ask. "Aren't you a teacher?" It was a
question that just seemed so innocent, and it wasn't like she was asking
hm to marry her or something, but she just had to know.

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WORDS,, 429 words.
TAGGED,, BATMAN.
OUTFIT,, CLICK
MUSIC,, again with the jason mraz song.
NOTES,, fate+destiny=mangel. UNDERTOOONES. and, i made a playist on my ipod full of mangel songs.
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

[Maximillian Goof]

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"Wha--? Thinks you're his girlfriend?"

[/color] The incredulous tone in Max's voice sounds, like everything else about him, comical. He's serious, though. He's not joking about this. Joking about fake boyfriend-girlfriend relationships is just cruel, really, and Max is only that cruel to one person who just happens to not be here at this time. Right now, he's just confused. And serious. Don't forget serious, Maxie. "... Kids these days,"[/color] he says, finally, even though he's not even fully in his years of adulthood - in fact, his mentality is horribly like that of a wide-eyed high school freshman. "Well, you can't possibly love him, right? You know, you gotta.. stand out. Go above the crowd, even if you have to shout out loud--.."[/color]

There are moments of sentimental value, and singing that song is one of them. He feels his heart hurt just a little just letting the words slip out of his lips, and he misses high school so much - misses how easy it is compared to this. But he doesn't cry, nor does he let it out that he wants to be a kid again. Instead, he goes 'd'aww' at the mention of him being a hero. That, however, sounds so awfully like the beginning noise of an 'a-hyuck', and Max clamps his hands over his mouth, chocolate brown eyes blinking in slight confusion. 'She didn't even say anything funny. You're not flirting. Stupid laugh,' his mind scolds, and Max looks at her and places his hands behind his back, clearing his throat. "Why.. yes. Your Batman would appreciate Twinkies. We can't let the evil criminals go free if Batsy doesn't have anything in his tummy, right?"[/color] he replies, and he sounds so much like a little boy it's crazy.

"Swearing is bad."[/color]

Does Max want to know where that came from? No, he doesn't. Rather, he decides to quickly change the topic, his grip on her hand slipping away so that he can slip it into his pocket - because, really, you don't hold hands that long, right? The attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder is attacking Max's senses again, and he has to process her question for a second or two before his tongue can generate words. "... Uh... Uhhhuhhhh..."[/color] he replies, lamely, and then hits himself in the face. "Yes. Yes, I am. Sort of. Not really. Uh. I just help a teacher. It's very different. I still have a sense of humor."[/color]

Oh, Mr. Holmes will so kill him for that.
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S tatus: ttly done, yo.
T agged: maxie's twinkie angel
W ords: 414. o_e IT'S. SO. SHORT.
O utfit: white polo shirt, dark blue sweater, dark blue jeans, blue and black checkered vans.
N otes: OMG. you made a playlist? xD my playlist was just on shuffle, and cute fluffy owl city songs kept playing one after the other. and then a song from glee about 'living without you is like living in a world with no air'. so.. it's definitely destiny and fate making something beautiful, here. <3
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Heroes by David Cook

[Angel Rae Taylor]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

Angel nodded simply. ”He has since…well, for a long time.” She felt a little more at ease after finally getting the words off her chest. The fact that Max seemed genuinely concerned made her feel a ton better. ”Kids these days.” He stated, causing her to laugh. ”You seem like you were just a kid yourself, you know.” She said with a smirk. The blonde studied his features still, now looking at his hair. It was kinda cute. She wanted to just run her fingers through it, just to feel it. ”Well, you can’t possibly love him, right?” She shook her head. ”Oh god, no. It’s the complete opposite. But, the thing is…” Angel ran a hand through her hair, stopping herself before she got any deeper into that topic.

”You know, you gotta…stand out. Go above the crowd, even if you have to shout out loud--..” She smiled. Max was really being sweet, which was an interesting change from being with Buster. His d’aww caused her to giggle, a light pinkish tint rising in her cheeks. But watching him clasp his hands over his mouth, and watching the hint of confusion in his eyes made him seem innocent. It was kinda like being with Cameron Knight, only…Max was a little older. And she felt like she could actually talk to him about this Buster thing (and other grown up stuff), even if she’d only known him for a few minutes.

”Why..yes. Your Batman would appreciate Twinkies.” Angel laughed again. ”Alright. I’ll bring my Batsy twinkies.” The tiny girl raised a brow. ”So if you’re Batman, who does that make me, huh? Rachel?” She questioned. Through countless foster homes full of boys, Angel had come to sort of enjoy comics. But she smiled none the less. ”How many do I need to pay Batsy a day, huh?” She asked with a grin.

”Swearing is bad.”

Angel raised a brow. ”You know, I’m not the type of girl to follow rules.” She smirked. ”But that shouldn’t change your views on me. I can be good…when I wanna.” Her smirk changed into a teasing grin. However, inside she was thinking Stop now! Flirting with a teacher is bad! Really bad!

[/i] But his big brown eyes kept sucking her back in and blowing off any warnings.

Finally his hand began to slip away, and Angel let go, feeling a little embearessed for hanging on to his hand that long. She blinked, waiting for him to answer her question. ”Yes. Yes I am. Sort of. Not really.” She giggled. What, exactly, does that mean?” But he answered that question easily. ”Uh. I just help a teacher. It’s very different. I still have a sense of humor.” She laughed, a smile plastering itself on her face. ”Good. I think I’ll like you just fine.” Angel leaned against the wall, watching him. ”I like people with a sense of humor.”
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WORDS,, 499.
TAGGED,, ANGEL'S SECRET LOVER MAX.
OUTFIT,, CLICK
MUSIC,, atl songs, that aren't in the mangel playlist.
NOTES,, I was hoping “you gotta reach your MAX potential would be in there. >.> ahaha. AND YES, i did. Sorry my reply is late. My mummy’s a bit strict about computer time during the week. Anyway….fate and destiny are getting mighty busy making mangel beauty. <333
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

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Knowing that anyone had to deal with a creep who thought she was his girlfriend does something to Max's heart. Although when he was younger and had this almost-obsession with the cutest girl in school an action like that wouldn't have been so hated, at this point in life he can't stand the thought of a person being used by somebody else. Perhaps it has something to do with his questioning of his intelligence. If Max can be used, then that means that he isn't as smart as he thinks he is, and he might as well group himself with the people who can't succeed in life. That's the subject of many of his nightmares, after all, and having it turned into reality would be some kind of sick twist of fate. And Max has dealt with enough sick twists of fate, thank you very much.

"

[/size]Well, I didn't think too far in regards to this plan. I got stuck at the wanting of Twinkies, so you can just give me one today and you'll be free. Besides, if you're Rachel, you wouldn't need me much, considering you have your beloved Harvey Dent,"[/color] he replies, practically seething the last three words in a moment of attempting to be an in-character Batman. Said three words were growled out, as though Max were a sixty year old chain smoker, and then he manages a smirk that looks more like a smirk than a grimace. "You'll have to be good around me, then. If you don't want to get any.."[/color] And he absentmindedly picks at non-existent dirt on his shirt. ".. consequences."[/color] He looks up through his eyelashes, looking like the complete epitome of some kind of sexy mysterious man in those rated R-18 movies about sex, drugs and darkness, and then Max bursts out laughing because that was one of the strangest moments of his life.

That laugh quickly moves towards the 'a-hyuck' direction, and when he lets said chuckle out he covers his mouth again and feels a frown cross his face. Not amused Max is not amused. He wonders why he was given a laugh of all things from his dad. Then again, he should be glad he didn't inherit the intelligence.

So much for a sense of humor. Max tries to grin, however, to recover, and he shrugs his shoulders. "You'll like me? Future tense? I thought you liked me already!"[/color] he asks, and he sits on a desk, capping the forgotten marker that was resting on his ear.

Naturally, the only people Max is used to associating with are a) his dad; b) Roxanne and c) Mr. Holmes (even though associating with Mr. Holmes normally brings him some form of pain physically or mentally). Speaking with Angel is a whole new kind of level, and although she's outrageously cute easy to converse with, she's still not someone Max's heart has completely accepted yet. He's sure she has some kind of ability to wrap someone around her pretty little fingers, because normally it would take a few weeks for Max to feel as if he'd known someone forever, but for some reason he isn't worried in the slightest. Angel's already beginning to move up in his list of people he likes, friend-wise, of course, and all it took was a few sentences. "So, you're going to be taking this class, soon?"[/color] he asks absentmindedly, goofy smile forming on his face.
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S tatus: completed!
T agged: max's dominatrix woman
W ords: 570. wtf.
O utfit: white polo shirt, dark blue sweater, dark blue jeans, blue and black checkered vans.
N otes: AWESOME. playlists are awesome. and he'll go max potential one of these days, i promise. also, listen to "so contagious" by acceptance. coughcoughthesetwocoughcough.
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Heroes by David Cook

[Angel Rae Taylor]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

This was turning into a real sharefest. Soon she’d be spilling out her entire life to this guy. Not like it seemed that he minded, actually, but she wasn’t about to make a situation worse. Angel watched Max, and almost
wondered what he was thinking then. Maybe he was thinking about her? Or maybe something completely different. But something in her made her want to know.
”Well, I didn’t think too far in regards to this plan. I got stuck at the wanting of Twinkies, so you can just give me one today and you’ll be free.” She giggled, smiling.
”Besides, if you’re Rachel, you wouldn’t need me much, considering you have your beloved Harvey Dent.” Angel frowned, shaking her head. ”Channeling your inner Batam?” She asked after he finished. She laughed.
”Well, I like Batman better, personally. Dent’s just…not my type of guy.” She smirked.
”You’ll have to be good around me, then. If you don’t i] want to get any…” ”Any what? ”…consequences.” She raised a brow. ”Oh goodness. I better be super good, then. Shit, I should get some special reward for being so good.” She answered, giggling, after finally making eye contact…ish. Angel personally couldn’t deny how…sexy, he looked.
But she didn’t need to be thinking of Max like that at all.
He started to laugh, and she laughed too, hers girly and
simple, but a little louder than usual. But as soon as he covered his mouth, Angel felt worried. ”You alright, Max?” She asked, a frown crossing her place now.

”You’ll like me? Future tense? I thought you liked me already!” She rolled her eyes simply. ”Of course I like you! I’ll just…like you more.” She added a suggestive smirk, trying not to make this sound as sexual as it sounded.
Angel suddenly felt like she had a new friend. Which was actually new. And she might actually care about him a little, which was even worse. This put it in speculation, and Angel was completely scared. This whole idea of liking people and becoming friends was a whole idea that Angel wasn’t completely sure of. But looking at Max, she felt a little better.
”So, you’re going to be taking this class, soon?” She laughed. ”Well, I’m not sure it’s a class I need to take, actually.” Angel sighed. ”But, if you’re teaching, or helping…well, maybe I can squeeze it in.” Her eyes strayed down, hoping that the rosy tint in her cheeks wasn’t so apparent.

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WORDS,, 437. oh god, so bad, i'm sorry. D :
TAGGED,, batsyman.
OUTFIT,, CLICK
MUSIC,, inspiration music.
NOTES,, he better, jsyk.
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

[Maximillian Goof]

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Talking hasn't always come so natural in Max's eyes. Talking is a burden. Difficult. He's not witty, or funny. He can't deliver punchlines properly. He's the epitome of ordinariness, of loserness. The underdog. But right now - with Angel, it's different. It's more different than a lot of things Max has experienced.

T

[/color][/size]here are a lot of things.

T[/color][/size]here's Max. With his stupid hair that sticks up no matter what. With his dark brown eyes the color of shit. With his stupid teeth and his lanky, boyish figure. With his hopelessness in everything he does.

T[/color][/size]here's Angel. With beautiful hair the color of straw. With a pretty smile and an intoxicating laugh. With arms Max imagines around him for some reason. Comforting. Telling him it's okay when he has nightmares. And with Max nodding. Believing. Trying to understand.

T[/color][/size]hese thoughts swim in his head, words flying around and falling to the ground - and in his mind Max is bending down to pick them up and remember. The words. The edges of them and the feeling; and he's never been this lost before. The words are placed in his pocket, and he's back in the real world, and Angel's laugh is one of the loveliest real things he's heard in a long time.

"[/color][/size]Yes,"[/color] Max says. "Channeling my inner Batman is the right thing to say. So is your preference of him, because Aaron Eckhart is not as sexy as Christian Bale, and I just realized no guy in their right mind would say that but I'm being serious here. Behaving, though? Forget about it. Either you break all the rules or bend 'em all outta shape,"[/color] Max indicates, laughing. "Live life without regrets. Stuff like that."[/color] And he smiles, and there are things again. Words, Angels, and Maxes. They slide and collide and combine, and Max is left with confusion.

T[/color][/size]his is why he does not understand why Angel asks him if he's alright. If he's okay. He struggles for that. For okayness. For alrightness. His hands reach for the sky and he asks. For it. For okayness. And yet Angel asks him this and Max isn't sure whether the truth is something he has to say. "I'm.. fine."[/color] The word is a half-truth. "Don't worry about it."[/color]

H[/color][/size]e thinks for a few seconds, and stops to listen to the girl's words. Pretty words. He likes her far too much. Max likes Angel and her pretty hair and her pretty words and her pretty smile and her pretty laugh. He likes her and her prettiness. Pretty Angel. And he beams.

"[/color][/size]I know who my favorite student'll be, then,"[/color] Max says, completely naive to Angel's blush, deciding to let go his his conflicting mind. "I'll be looking forward to seeing you more often. Really."[/color]

M[/color][/size]ax smiles.
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S tatus: completed!
T agged: OH YOU KNOW. PRETTY ANGEL.
W ords: 466. eh. bullshit.
O utfit: white polo shirt, dark blue sweater, dark blue jeans, blue and black checkered vans.
N otes: late reply, sorry. and my writing style? i don't know what happened. i'm dizzy and my head hurts. i hope this post makes sense. my head...
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Heroes by David Cook

[Angel Rae Taylor]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

To Angel, talking always led to something bad. Well, not always, but a good chunk of the time it did. However, in the case of being with Max, Angel actually wanted to talk. She wanted to say something witty and make him laugh. Give him a compliment to see him blush. Any way to make him smile, she wanted to do that.

Angel found Max to be adorable. His sticky up hair, brown eyes, his smile, his boyish figure. He was the exact opposite of Buster. And she loved that at first. But now, it was him that she loved. His attempt at wit, his way of making her feel important, special.
She never really felt that way around boys. Max obviously was not just any boy. He had something special about him. Something that made her feel pretty. Made her feel special, and wanted. And just looking at him made her heart race faster than she wanted it to. Damn teenage hormones got the best of her.

”Yes, Channeling my inner Batman is the right thing to say. So if your preference of him, because Aaron Eckhart is not as sexy as Christian Bale, and I just realized no guy in their right mind would say that but I’m being serious here. Behaving, though? Forget about it. Either you break all the rules or bend ‘em all outta shape.” She giggled and nodded. ”I love Christian Bale. Something about him as Batman makes me wonder why the fuck Rachel would want Dent. If I was Rachel, I’d totally choose Batman any day.” Angel nodded. ”And…what if you’re somewhere in the middle of that? I bend the rules, and break them at the same time.”

”Live life without regrets. Stuff like that.” ”I like the way you think. You have any regrets?” She asked, looking at him curiously.

Angel watched Max, her mind wandering between thoughts. Like, how wrong liking a teacher was, how pissed Buster was gunna be, how cute Max’s hair was, and how much she’d freak out if someone caught her. Everything was just swimming in thoughts. ”I’m..fine.” She bit her lip. ”Don’t worry about it.” She raised a brow. ”You sure? Cause if not, I could hug you and make it better. Or something.”

Angel internally was freaking out. She just said that?! Oh fuck. She needed to stop. Max was a teacher. A teacher/student relationship was not good. It could get the two of them into deep shit. But the blonde had been in deeper shit before, so this wasn’t any different than normal.

Angel watched him, listening to his words. I know who my favorite student’ll be, then.” Angel felt the color in her cheeks become brighter…and hotter. Oh god, oh god. ”Oh yeah? Who’d that be, Batsy? By the way, I’m gunna call you Batman now.” She grinned, excited to have only known him for a few minutes, with an inside(ish) type of joke between them.

”I’ll be looking forward to seeing you more often. Really.” If her cheeks weren’t red then, they sure were now. Angel felt herself growing hot. ”Aw. Thank you.” She said with a smile. ”We can always hang out outside of school, you know.” She said with a smirk.

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WORDS,, 559. c:
TAGGED,, ADORKABLE BATSY.
OUTFIT,, CLICK
MUSIC,, music, k?
NOTES,, jfjlakfjda. i love you, max. <3
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

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Max hasn't really felt a connection like this before. Well, other than with his father, and maybe with Mr. Holmes, connections like these are difficult to attain. And yet here he is, talking, laughing, smiling and flirting with a girl he's met a few minutes ago. It's pretty overwhelming, the feeling of dependence now beginning to fill him whole and swallow him - the feeling that causes a sweet warmth to eat him up from the inside. He wonders if Angel is feeling the same thing, if she'll understand what it is his mind has been thinking of this entire time. Probably not. Sometimes, even Max doesn't understand himself, and that's just plain pitiful, seriously. If he were on his own, he'd clear his throat and shake his head - but he knows Angel is here, and she'd probably find that the strangest thing in the world. To randomly clear one's throat, that is. Not everyone does that. And that just makes Max wonder what makes him feel like he has to keep up good appearances around her (around Angel); because he's never felt like looking good for someone. Shit

[/color], he thinks. I can just imagine dad teasing me about her the way he did about Roxanne..[/color]

A[/size]nd that means that Angel is probably going to mean more than a friend to him. Max isn't sure if he can deal with the kind of stress that entails, but again, it's Angel, and he's sure that he could make exceptions for her. That's right. It's Angel, and Max will do anything for her, if it makes her happy.

H[/size]e isn't sure if that's what scares him most.

"[/size]I don't think I should say 'if I were Rachel', because, no offense, imagining myself with.. the capacity to get pregnant is a little.. scary. Then again, I don't get what made the Joker go to Harvey. Seriously. What's up with the Harvey love? I mean, Christian.. Christian's acting just blew my mind. And he has better-looking eyes. And doesn't have an ass for a chin,"[/color] Max says, pretty much rambling, not stopping to wonder whether or not he's made sense with what the heck it is he's just spouted out. He's always like that, now, figuring that just letting things out isn't so awful. It was different in high school. In high school, he was scared of people figuring out who he was, what he did, who his dad was. It's even funnier, knowing that it was a girl that changed that in him. He wonders if a girl will change him again. Then he remembers she asked a question, curses himself mentally, and tries to think of an answer without letting out a stupid laugh. "Well, I say 'better'. You didn't hear that from me, though. It could cost me my job."[/color] Max laughs, rubbing the back of his neck, and it's clear he's already comfortable with her, with Angel. He could talk to her forever, and never get bored. This, Max is sure of.

Then, another question. Max blinks. "Yeah, actually. I.. have a lot of regrets."[/color] He closes his eyes for a second, memories flitting past his mind at the speed of a hummingbird's wings, and then he opens them again, a sort-of mature smile on his face. "I'm not adding up to that list, though. I'm going to milk everything for what it's worth and live in the moment. Indulge in whatever I've got with me. Leave my mark on people."[/color] He lifts his head a little, looking towards Angel with hopeful brown eyes. "Have I left my mark on you?"[/color]

It's a powerful moment of thought and utter seriousness, and Max suddenly looks away, hands slipping into his pockets. ".. N-Nevermind. Forget I asked. And, uh, to answer you again - I'd like a hug. A lot."[/color]

He turns to her, holding out his arms, before that grin/smirk from earlier pops up on his face again - the one that's supposed to be in a rated R-13 movie for girls who like sexy men. "Rachel,"[/color] he growls, attempting to make his voice as deep as possible. "I say we hang out at the end of the day. You shimmy to the Entrance, and I'll take you out for ice cream. You can't say no."[/color]

And the normal Max is back, because he's never been in his Batman mode that long before, and he laughs. "Kidding. You could refuse, if you're busy. If you're busy 'cause of that guy who thinks you're his girlfriend, though, I'mma just maul him. Got that?"[/color]
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S tatus: completed!
T agged: e3e i have a special place in my heart for these two.
W ords: 762. wtf!?!
O utfit: white polo shirt, dark blue sweater, dark blue jeans, blue and black checkered vans.
N otes: it's a date! max is asking her out on a date! =DDDD
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Heroes by David Cook

[Angel Rae Taylor]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

Angel somehow felt like Max was pulling her in. He was pulling her in, asking for more. And she really wanted to tell him more. All the blonde wanted to do was sit with him, curl up into his chest, and talk forever. About anything. She actually wanted to tell him about herself. About her life, about how she grew up. She wanted him to know. Why? Well, even Angel couldn’t answer that. Angel just wanted to kiss Max, relax and fall into his arms. Just have her own happily ever after that didn’t involve any selfish assholes.

For some reason, this made Angel think about wanting to be more than friends with Max. This meant taking this few minute friendship to a level where Angel was scared to go. She was legitimately afraid to get that close to Max. And it made her want to cry. Because suddenly, she realized how much she cared about him. If she didn’t care, she wouldn’t be scared to take that jump. Angel turned her back to Max and wiped her eyes, hoping that the start of tears was not noticeable. Why did she have to care? Why was Max pulling her in? Why was he so cute? Angel turned around, only to get lost in his boyish looks again, his voice pulling her back to reality.

"I don't think I should say 'if I were Rachel', because, no offense, imagining myself with.. the capacity to get pregnant is a little.. scary. Then again, I don't get what made the Joker go to Harvey. Seriously. What's up with the Harvey love? I mean, Christian.. Christian's acting just blew my mind. And he has better-looking eyes. And doesn't have an ass for a chin,"

Angel laughed, coughing a little from laughing hard. ”Oh god. Trust me. I hate being a girl for that whole getting my period once a month and then squeezing a kid out and all the shit that happens before whenever you get pregnant.” She shrugged and smiled. ”Fuck Harvey. Christian Bale is like, the sex. And he’s a fantastic actor. And he is just better looking overall. Seriously. That’s the guy I want rescuing me from some insane lunatic.” She smirked.

Somehow, Angel felt more at home and herself with Max than she’d ever felt before. Somehow about him just welcomed her in, and she ran in as fast as she could. Ugh. This feeling was tugging at her heartstrings, making her feel over emotional and wanting to let it all out. But she couldn’t. She wouldn’t want to dump all her shit on Max. But she looked at his smiling face, and instantly felt a ton better. "Well, I say 'better'. You didn't hear that from me, though. It could cost me my job." She zipped her lips, imaginarily, of course, and giggled. ”Your secret’s safe with me. I promise.” Angel grinned, his laugh making her giggle in response.

She thought about her own question. Angel had many regrets. Never being good enough for a family, never being good enough for anyone, having to run away because she never found someone to love her…god, Angel couldn’t believe this. She felt alone once more, despite the happiness she felt seconds ago by looking at Max. Angel bit on her lip, her memories flooding back. She blinked and let go of her lip, her eyes darting back to Max as he answered.

”Yeah, actually. I.. have a lot of regrets." Angel watched him, wanting to reach out and touch his face, telling him that it didn’t matter what happened, that she always would care about him. But he smiled, and the blonde felt better about asking him. "I'm not adding up to that list, though. I'm going to milk everything for what it's worth and live in the moment. Indulge in whatever I've got with me. Leave my mark on people." His brown eyes locked with hers, and she felt her heart skip a few beats. Oh god, she felt weak in the knees, there were butterflies in her tummy, and she didn’t know what to say, until he asked her a question. ”Have I left my mark on you?” She blushed. ”Oh, I—“ She began, until Max interrupted her. ”.. N-Nevermind. Forget I asked. And, uh, to answer you again – I’d like a hug. A lot.”

The blonde stared at him for a moment. ”You’ve left a mark on me, for sure.” She said, ignoring his previous statement. She walked over, throwing her arms around him, holding him close, feeling like she fit perfect there. She was destined to be in his arms. She didn’t want to let go, and held herself there, pulling back to look at his face.

His smirky-grin that made her feel swoony appeared on his face, and she giggled, letting one arm hang, the other draped over his shoulder. Batman was back. His voice matched too. ”Rachel,” She blinked. ”I say we hang out at the end of the day. You shimmy to the Entrance, and I’ll take you out for ice cream. You can’t say no.”

’I---“ And once more, Max’s laughter interrupted her. "Kidding. You could refuse, if you're busy. If you're busy 'cause of that guy who thinks you're his girlfriend, though, I'mma just maul him. Got that?" ”What on earth would make you think I’d refuse?” Angel smiled, and attempted to make her voice more Rachel-ish. ”Oh Batman…I’ll shimmy over there and go wherever you want me to.” She smiled. ”Oh, go ahead, maul him. I’d love you even more if you did.” WHAT?! Oh god, oh god. Angel felt her cheeks redden. She said love. That wasn’t good. At all.

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WORDS,, HOLY FUCK. 992....again: HOLY SHIT.
TAGGED,, angel's date.
OUTFIT,, CLICK
MUSIC,, inspiration music. NEWSIES, MOSTLY.
NOTES,, tdfjadsfdasfdaskfjkasd!!!!!!! longest post, so inspired, omg.
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

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[/color][/size]here's no denying it. No more denying. Max is sure that there's something about Angel that makes her different from everyone else. Other than her smile and her hair and her smirk and her cute blush - God, is she blushing? Max isn't even sure, but one thing he's sure of is that with her, he's flying. Christ; love at first sight isn't even supposed to exist. But is this love, he asks himself. Is this love? The love that you find in romantic novels - the one everyone reads and scoffs at and secretly believes in? It couldn't have been possible - Max had thought Roxanne was love, but that was just a sibling bond, something between brother and sister. Love. A four letter word he can't find himself understanding anytime soon. But there's something about Angel, indeed. They've barely known each other an hour and there's something about her, something perfect within her that clicks into Max like a key opening a door he didn't know existed. Yes - that's the perfect feeling! His heart has been waiting for her for twenty years, and now Angel is finally here and it feels complete, happy, ecstatic that it can finally be opened; and this conversation is clearing the dust and everything is clear to Max suddenly. His heart is made of doors, yes, it's like an apartment, and each door began locked; and with every person he meets, with each connection he makes, a door is opened. It's like he's a receptionist, and he's been waiting for people with reservations. But, Lord, how many more doors? How many more will he have to go through? How many people, how many broken hearts, how many smiles and laughs and tears and destruction?

S[/color][/size]ometimes, Max thinks that the streets walk through him. He's not walking through the streets, but he's standing and they're moving, and he's doing nothing but accepting it, letting the streets move and lead him somewhere else. Yes; the streets walk through him, and they walk through Angel, and the streets have reached an intersection for the girl to fall into his waiting arms. That's it. There's a smile tugging at his lips due to this realization, but he chooses not to mention it. No. Angel is speaking, saying something about Christian Bale. Christian Bale is the reason Max became bisexual. He grins.

And he speaks. "I hate being a guy. I wish I could try on dresses without getting funny looks,"[/color] Max says teasingly, but of course it comes out as more of a fail due to his inability to do humor. No matter what he does, he ends up failing. He should be used to that by now. But Angel's not done speaking. No, she continues on about Christian and Max sort of wants to blurt out that he'd do him if Christian asked, but he chooses not to, figuring that disturbing Angel for life isn't a good idea. "Christian Bale wouldn't be able to save me even if he tried his hardest. You can't save a man from falling if he wants to fall, and I'm falling."[/color] Max almost wants to look into her eyes as he says this, but he can't, not yet. Angel won't understand, and she can pretend that it means he's falling into some dark abyss instead of into her. Max wants to bleed for her. Max wants his blood to quiver whenever she enters, and he wants to be ready to shiver and spill and give. He wants to, but it doesn't mean he can. It's like the people who dream of growing wings to escape the earth, like the many dreamers whose ideas were crushed before they could take flight. Yes. That's the perfect way to describe Max right now. Angel moves to zip her lips and Max wants to kiss her. He's silent. He chooses not to speak. Not right now, not when the silence is bringing them closer. There are moments when words are unneeded, moments when words don't need to be spoken, because--

Warmth.

Angel holds him, and Max melts, simply, and his arms find themselves curling around her waist, his head leaning downward for them to turn into one entity, one being. He's letting her into him without speaking a word. Max does not say that she's left a mark on him as well, because he doesn't have to. Instead, he holds her, and he enjoys the warmth against him, the softness of Angel and the feeling of satisfaction and glory - a moment of glory, yes! This is glorious and Max feels like a hero, but he's done nothing, will do nothing. Angel looking up at him is the most beautiful thing he's seen, and Max wants this to repeat over and over again, wants to see her eyes collide with his and melt into one thing. His mind is happy, his heart is soaring, he feels like he'll dance if he's not careful. Then Angel answers, and he can't hold it in - he carries her and he spins; and he's grinning so hard his face might split in half. This is a wonderful moment, a beautiful one. Max is wondering if he'll die of heart attack soon.

"That's great! That's really great! You're awesome, you're amazing, and I'd love you too, really. I would! Don't worry, don't worry, I will!"[/color] Max says once he's let her down, and his eyes, the color of shit, shine like diamonds. "You make me happy, Angel."[/color]

And there Max goes, speaking truth, speaking reality, his heart beating out of his chest and his eyes shimmering. He's been an animal all his life, an underdog scratching for a moment of glory, a moment of freedom. He's been waiting for this, a feral being whose shaggy hair reached for the stars, whose claws have been longing to turn into fingers. God, Max is sure that all his life he's been waiting for this, considering the happiness surging through him in powerful waves, considering everything he's been through and everything they've spoken about and the stars are leaning down and a chariot of fire will come from Heaven to take him away. This joy is inhuman, and Max is sure it will be stripped off him soon, that the joy will disappear because of one wrong move, like everything else. But he lives in the moment - no regrets, forever - and he relishes this; relishes in Angel, relishes in joy. His mind whispers happiness and his heart answers with cheer. It's Christmas season for the first time in seven years for Max, and he's received what he does not deserve. The words ring in his ears. You make me happy, Angel. You make me happy. You make me.
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S tatus: completed!
T agged: angel <3
W ords: 1130. wow, that's long. aha.
O utfit: white polo shirt, dark blue sweater, dark blue jeans, blue and black checkered vans.
N otes: they should kiss. i'm sure this post doesn't make sense. my brain shut down halfway through the week, and i haven't been able to write anything good. this is shit. this is my sad attempt at symbolism. also, this post is long. i'm sorry.
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Heroes by David Cook

[Angel Rae Taylor]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

Saying that she was in love was not a statement that Angel wished to make at this point. Maybe because she doesn’t feel that way? No, that wasn’t it at all. Max gave her butterflies. He smiled, and she got a bit dizzy and starry-eyed. This was all too much for her. The blonde felt chilled at this thought. Love. It was a complicated word. She thought she loved her foster families, but as soon as she realized this, the family was gone. Angel felt her body tremble at this thought. She couldn’t love Max! If she did, he’d leave. And that couldn’t happen. Angel just wanted to…really cry. And make him promise to never leave her. Even when she loved him. And when she could admit to these feelings herself, she’d feel so much better. But what would happen if he left? The girl knew she’d be crushed. Absolutely crushed.

He grinned and Angel felt the butterflies erupt in her tummy like a volcano. This is what made the whole ‘getting close’ process so much worse. Because she did get close, and attached, and eventually her heart would be punctured again. But it wasn’t much different than every other time before. However, an idea blossomed. She would tell Max. Tell him everything, and make him promise to never hurt her. Or to be delicate, at least.

”I hate being a guy. I wish I could try on dresses without getting funny looks,” Though there was a teasing hint to his voice, she giggled still. ”I don’t like dresses that much. Flashing guys isn’t really fun.” She nodded simply. ”Christian Bale wouldn’t be able to save me even if he tried his hardest. You can’t save a man from falling if he wants to fall, and I’m falling.” Falling? Did he say falling? As in falling in love? Him? In love with her? Angel felt her face heat up. Normally, sweet guys didn’t fall in love with her. It was always assholes and guys who thought she was a ‘challenge’. But, the idea that he could return her feelings only made Angel feel more happy than usual. The blonde smiled, swaying her head, her lips sealed through her zipper. The way that his eyes seemed to narrow made her blush, wondering if he wanted to kiss her as much as she wanted to kiss him.

But, now all she could feel was Max. His hands were around her waist and she pressed herself against him, her face buried into his shoulder, taking in his scent. She then looked up at him, and suddenly, she was falling deep into his brown eyes. Lost in a maze. And all Angel could think about was Max’s eyes, the feeling of his hands around her back, resting on her waist. The way he looked at her…Angel felt special. She felt like the only girl in the world that mattered. Why did Max have this effect on her? Maybe it was because…because, she…l-l-lo-loved him? There. She said it and felt so much better. And now, all she wanted to do was plant a kiss on Max’s lips to confirm. Mark her territory.

But before she could, Max picked her up and spun, and she laughed, trying to tell him to stop, but instead laughing, because she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted to stay there, spinning with him. ”That’s great! That’s really great! You’re awesome, you’re amazing, and I’d love you too, really. I would! Don’t worry, don’t worry, I will.” ”You would?” The amazement and real emotion that filled Angel’s voice was apparent.

”I---“ You make me happy, Angel.”

She made him happy. He said she was amazing and awesome, and he’d love her, and take care of her asshole ‘boyfriend’, and it was all too perfect. ”You make me so happy, Max. You don’t even know how much.” She murmured, burying her face in his neck, her breathing soft. Angel held him tight, pressing herself as close to him as she could. ”You make me happy, Angel.” Those words replayed themselves in her head, over and over, making her heart swell each time. The blonde looked up at Max, and for a few seconds, all she could do was contemplate her decision.

His lips tempted her. Looking up at his face, his face welcomed her, and she felt her heart lurch, telling her to just go with it. Closing her eyes, Angel pressed her lips to Max’s, taking in everything. Angel Taylor loves Max Goof! She didn’t want to break this, and instead just wanted to shout that Angel loved him. But she didn’t want to scare Max like that. But, he did say he would love her earlier, and so did she…

Angel pulled away, and looked at him. ”Batman, Max, Maxie…” Her voice trailed off, and his words replayed in her ears. ”You make me happy, Angel.” ”You’re awesome, you’re amazing, and I’d love you too, really.” ”I think I might love you.”

In order to delay his response, Angel pressed her lips against his, ignoring everything, despite the crazed frenzy of butterflies, heart pounding, and lots of blushing. There. She told him she was in love. But, was that a little too much? She could worry about that later, and instead focus on the way her lips intertwined with Max’s.

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WORDS,, 933. (:
TAGGED,, the other half of mangel.
OUTFIT,, CLICK
MUSIC,, inspiration music. all time low/relient k right noww.
NOTES,, YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND, BBY.
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION