Aren't you suppost to be studying? (MAX)

[Ann Santiago]

Ann sat at the crowded coffee table, pouring over books and notes. Tomorrow, she had a test and she was not ready. She sighed and took a sip of her coffee, only to realize it was gone. She sighed and reached into her pocket, counting her change.

She had enough.

Deciding the coffee was more important than studying, she went up to the counter. They took awhile to get her drink but when she finally did, she smiled and took a sip.

"Yumm...black coffee..." she whispered into the cup. But as she turned, she crashed into another person, spilling the hot coffee allover them.

"I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed and quickly began to wipe up the coffee.

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[/b]ife is actually treating Max pretty well, today. He did all his work without fail, got a lollipop from the nurse because he helped someone get to the clinic when no-one else would, and, most importantly, got a raise in his pay from the head honcho for 'acting honorable and responsible despite troubles', which just means Max normally spends his day offs at work because Mr. Holmes is utterly clueless without him. The pay raise is what gives him the notion that he's totally going to be fine buying a drink from Starbucks today, especially considering the fact that he has much more money to spend, now that he knows he's getting more, and it's with that thought that he gets into his car (a cute red Honda civic), puts on his sunglasses, and begins to drive.

Driving is sort of like second nature to him, and it's one of the things Max is actually good at. His speakers play the song I'm Ready by Jack's Mannequin, and he's certain that today's probably going to turn out as one of the best days ever. Call it naive, or call it something like Spongebob-esque, but it's the truth in the eyes of Max Goof - and he sings along with the song as his car speeds onward from the academy towards the quaint little coffee shop of his dreams.

W[/size]hen Max sees the parking lot in his peripheral view, he's tempted to let out a cheer and do a victory dance, but refrains. Rather, he parks in a way that could only be described as perfectly, the car at a remarkable, exact forty-five degrees, and it's only when it has something to do with cars that Max has some kind of ability and lack of clumsiness. He opens the door, locks the car and turns on the alarm, and cheerfully makes his way towards the entrance of the establishment, walking over to the barista and ordering a vanilla cream frappe. He can't bring himself to drink coffee - not when he's already energetic - and he gives out his name with a smile. "Max,"[/color] he says, brown eyes cheerful. "My name is Max."[/color]

T[/size]he barista, as expected, smiles at his child-like happiness, and when Max turns around and begins to make his way towards a table, he feels someone bump into him. A split-second after that, there's something hot on his chest and he hisses at the burning sensation digging beneath his flesh, and his eyes, slightly wider, slide over to look towards a girl - hurriedly apologizing and attempting to wipe the (incredibly hot) drink from his shirt. "H-Hey,"[/color] Max says, sheepish smile forming on his face. "It's fine. I'm fine. Don't worry. It just.. burns a little, but that's it! I am seriously and totally okay."[/color]

He's not even sure if the girl heard him or not.
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S tatus: done, yeah~
T agged: ann, bby <3
W ords: 478. lololol <3
O utfit: long-sleeved red shirt, black vest, dark blue jeans, checkered black and red vans.
N otes: oh, ann! relax! maxie totally doesn't mind. he wuvs you~
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Waking up in Vegas by Katy Perry

[Ann Santiago]

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"I am so sorry," Ann repeated. She couldn't believe this was happening. "Can I get you anything?" She swore softly. "I am so sorry."

Ann lean the man toward a table and grabbed more napkins as she did so, she continued to wipe up the mess.

"I'm usually not this clumsy," she told him. The spill was mostly dry now and she hoped he didn't get too burned in the fiasco. She shook her head and looked at him but didn't quite register his looks or appearance just yet. "I am so sorry. Is there anything I can do for you? You know to make this up to you?"

Ann was more embarrassed than anything else. She was also a little pissed off. She just spilled coffee on a complete stranger, without having one sip. What a way to have a day go. She felt bad for the guy. the coffee was really hot and It musty have really hurt.

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[/b]ooks like Max is right. The girl is panicking and wiping his shirt faster than lightning flashes. She most definitely didn't hear him. He lets himself get led to a table, blinking profusely as her hands work quickly over the spill on his shirt. A part of him, somewhere in the back of his mind, says that the girl's probably good with her hands. A mathematician? A computer genius? An artist? A mechanic? The reaction time her hands make is way too fast for any normal person, and Max is a little jealous of her. He's more or less a clumsy fool, and knowing that someone actually has the ability to wipe so quickly with precision (while being flustered, too!) makes him seethe with jealousy. Well, not really. Just a little.

"[/size][/color]I told you, I'm fine!" Max exclaims, unable to keep himself from breaking his voice a little. Although his skin pretty much feels like it's flaking off, and, okay, it'll take a while to get the stain out; there's nothing wrong with dropping coffee. Hell, Max drops chemicals during crucial hours. The coffee is nothing compared to that. He manages a smile, standing up and placing his hands on the girl's shoulders, attempting to help her into a seat. "Relax, okay? I'm totally and utterly fine. No worries. You want me to go get you another cup of coffee? That was black, wasn't it?"[/color] There he is, being way-too patient for his own good, being a calm little shit without getting angry. Max thinks there're only a few people in this world that get him mad, and this girl isn't one of them. He smiles sheepishly.
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S tatus: done, yeah~
T agged: ann, bby <3
W ords: 277. short. D;
O utfit: long-sleeved red shirt, black vest, dark blue jeans, checkered black and red vans.
N otes: THEY SHOULD BE BFFS LIKE NOW, KTHX.
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Waking up in Vegas by Katy Perry

[Ann Santiago]

Ann looked up at the mention of her coffee.

"Yes it was," she replied. "But you don't need to. It was my fault anyways."

Ann sighed and sat down next to him. "Are you sure I can't get you anything..." It was only then did she realize she did not know his name. "I'm sorry, I don't know your name. I'm Ann."

Ann quickly looked through her bag and actually found a twenty at the bottom of it. She set it on the table, pushing it toward the guy.

"A payment, " she told him. "For messing up your shirt."

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[/b]ax definitely isn't sure what it is that's holding this girl back from letting him get her a coffee, but he's surprised at her continuous blaming towards herself. He bites on his lower lip, before getting himself to speak. "No way. Come on, just one cup. You know you want to,"[/color] he says, attempting to convince her and knowing he's doing a crap job at it. Max isn't the best at convincing people to do things his way he's no Jack Kelly, that's for sure, but he's normally got intentions of the pure kind. He wouldn't try to get her in trouble or anything, or get her vulnerable or whatever. Despite the fact that this girl is someone he's just met, he can't bring himself to hate her for spilling coffee on one of his favorite shirts. No. He can only get mad at a few people, and again, just to repeat a statement, this girl isn't one of the people Ma is capable of getting mad at. She's just someone he wants to help out, especially with her fumbling about like it's the end of the world.

And Max, stubbornly, passes the twenty-dollar note back to her, shaking his head. "It's fine,"[/color] he repeats, a sheepish smile forming on his face. He's not sure how to deal with people who're panicking as much as this girl is, and he repeats the statement for further strengthening. "It's okay, Ann. You apologizing is enough for me. I'm Max. And, considering the fact we know each other's names, I'll buy you a coffee as a friend."[/color] He grins, rubbing the back of his neck, and he's sure there might be a permanent burn mark on his chest or something - which should explain the amount of pain. If there isn't, he wouldn't believe it. "Is that okay?"[/color]
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S tatus: done, yeah~
T agged: ann, bby <3
W ords: 305. STILL short. Dx
O utfit: long-sleeved red shirt, black vest, dark blue jeans, checkered black and red vans.
N otes: max is way too sweet for his own good.
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Waking up in Vegas by Katy Perry

[Ann Santiago]

Ann bite her lip, unsure on how to respond. Sure she wanted a coffee but at the same time, she wanted to make it up to Max for spilling on him.

The want for coffee won out in the end.

"Sure..." she said slowly. "But there must be something I can do to make it up to you."

It was only then did Ann take in Max's appearance. It screamed to her. "DORK ALERT! DORK ALERT! MUST BEFRIEND! MUST BEFRIEND!"

For the first time, Ann smiled. She took her twenty back and waved it around. "A pastry then? We can share." She smiled widely. "Do you like chocolate?"

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[/b]ax tells himself, right now, that he's way too pathetically calm for his own good. Then again, considering the fact that he barely talks to anyone, perhaps it's normal for him to be unable to get mad at anyone, either. His inability to have social skills makes him milk someone's company for all it's worth. Yes, that's probably it. Because Ann is talking to him without breaking out into a loud scream, Max isn't getting mad at her. That's probably why he can yell at his dad or Basil, and yet not at a girl who spilled scalding, hot coffee on one of his favorite shirts. Definitely. Then again, Max never really found a need to be popular. When he was in high school, he only wanted one person to notice him, but to get that person to notice him, he had to get everyone else to, too. It isn't the best thing he's done, but he had a blast getting the girl like some sort of hero. That's the only exception, perhaps, but Max figures that maybe he doesn't need all the friends in the world. All he needs is his video games, and he'll be good. Yes. That's the spirit!

But Ann is speaking. Max should probably listen to her.

"Ah.."[/color] Max starts, grinning. "Chocolate for coffee sounds like a fair trade!"[/color] Max's love for chocolate outweighs the fact that he's accepting chocolate from a girl. Hey, chocolate is chocolate, even if it's from the opposite sex. It's not always a valentine's candy or whatever. Right now, it's a gift from a friend to another friend, sort of, and Max is appreciating it. That's what he's doing.

"A pastry from here? Or are we going to a cake shop? I like cake--" Max is interrupted by the barista calling his name, and he excuses himself before going to pick up his venti (yes, venti!) vanilla frappe, ordering a black coffee as well. The barista raises an eyebrow at the stain on Max's shirt, but Max just smiles, shrugging his shoulder. Then he returns to Ann. "The coffee should be done soon. I told 'em to call your name, okay?"[/color]
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S tatus: done, yeah~
T agged: ann, bby <3
W ords: 361. slightly better?
O utfit: long-sleeved red shirt, black vest, dark blue jeans, checkered black and red vans.
N otes: I KNEW THEY'D BE BEST FRIENDS. I KNEW IT.
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Waking up in Vegas by Katy Perry

[Ann Santiago]

"That is perfectly fine," Ann said happily. "And I think a cake shop would be better too. Do you know any around here?"

Her reply was short and she smiled warmly. She liked this guy. No like that love at first sight sort of thing but friendship at first sight maybe.

Ann smiled when her name was called and quickly picked up her coffee. She turned and smiled at Max, picking up her back.

"Ready to go?" she asked. Cake was waiting. And she didn't want to wait much longer.

[Ooc: sorry its so short ><]

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Max takes a sip out of his vanilla frappe, hearing her approval and letting a cheerful grin cross his features. He's clearly going through a good day, this he's sure of, and although he has third-degree burns, he'll get by the rest of the day pretty well. He's met a friend, after all - a new friend that doesn't seem the slightest bit insane (but everyone is insane in their own special way, Max is sure); and Max can't wait to show her his skills at Tekken and Silent Hill. If she plays video games. He's not even sure about that, and he already wants to play with her. This is probably some kind of favoritism, or something, and Max blinks at the question directed towards him. "Definitely,"

[/color] he says with a little laugh, ending in a quick 'a-hyuck'. "I'm the number one go-to guy for cakes. Heck, I probably know where a cake shop is anywhere in the country!"[/color]

Max takes a large sip from his drink, already pocketing his keys with one hand while the other remained holding the cup. When Ann asks him one question, Max knows there's only one answer, and he grins at her. "Hell, yeah,"[/color] he says, and he walks out the door, heading towards his red Honda; pressing a button on the keys for the alarm to turn off and for it to unlock. He opens the passenger door, an attempt at being a gentleman, and he smiles, friendly, drawing-in. "After you, m'lady."[/color]
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S tatus: done, yeah~
T agged: ann, bby <3
W ords: 250. NOOOO!
O utfit: long-sleeved red shirt, black vest, dark blue jeans, checkered black and red vans.
N otes: /wiggly fingers <3
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Waking up in Vegas by Katy Perry