Running Hearts.. (Max)

[Roxanne Hunter]

Sundress
Necklace


Roxanne had just gotten up for her first day on the job. Her pet cat, Molly, was sleeping by her in the bed. But, woke up when she got out the bed and grabbed her phone. Her dad wanted her to call him as soon as she woke up so, he could wish her luck. He wasn't the big brute that people thought him out to be. She dialed his number on her cell, and was listening to the rings before hearing him. "Hey Daddy." She greeted, with a smile even though he couldn't see it. They got to talking for a bit as she made herself some cereal. When she told him that she had to get ready so, she doesn't be late, she nearly cried when he told her never to give up and to remember that her Mom was watching over her making sure that she doesn't. "Thanks, Daddy. Love you." She told him, fighting back tears as she hung up the phone. She sighed, getting herself together as she went to the shower.

After taking a quick shower, she instantly got dressed letting her hair air dry. She didn't have to worry about it looking bad since it always looked good wet or dry anyway. Roxanne put on a cream sundress with cream ballet flats, put on some lip gloss on her naturally pink lips before running out the door with her purse and phone. But, she had forgotten something so, she ran back in. Just to put on a certain necklace that she always wore. Then, she ran back out the door. She drove to the Acadamy and got there right on time. Sadly, when she got out the car, she didn't see someone up ahead so, when she ran, she had a head on crach with them. Making her fall back on the ground. Her hair went over her eyes, hiding them from the other person. "Gosh, I'm sorry! I didn't want to be late!" She cried out softly, grabbing her purse again and standing.

Only to go around the person, heading towards the building. Not realizing that her necklace that belonged to her Mother had unraveled from around her neck and fell on the ground. It was a gold heart necklace on the thin fragile chain. She always wore it since her Mom passed. It was always around her neck, everyday at High school and at College.

[Maximillian Goof]

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Late again.

Then again, considering the circumstances, aka his status as, simply put, Maximillian Goof; being late isn't totally awful. He's late about 75% of the time, which necessarily means that he's scolded 75% of the time by a number of people, and yet, no matter what, Max can't bring himself to arrive at least ten seconds early. That's his problem - that's what he can't do. He can't convince himself to haul his ass to work early enough. That's a feat, really, especially given the fact that he lives in a dorm and life should be so much easier with that, but again - he's Maximillian Goof. He's the one kid who can screw up anyone's perfect day simply by showing everyone that he exists, that he's a real person. So is life hard for him? Definitely. Tedious? Yes. Wonderful? He'll get back to that.

His luck must really suck, because suddenly he's fallen to the floor on his way, and his head spins - which therefore keeps him from realizing the person who just apologized to him, from realizing that this voice is oh-so, painfully, similar to the voice of someone he's been with years ago. Max looks towards the direction the female went, staring at auburn locks bouncing as she ran, and then his eyes direct themselves downward and he sees a necklace on the ground. An eyebrow is cocked, and the lad wonders where he's seen this piece of jewelry before, and then Max's mouth forms an 'O' and his eyes widen in recognition.

"Roxanne!"

[/color] he yells, rising from the ground immediately, hand clutching the necklace and legs taking him to where to girl was, hoping and praying to a God that might not exist that he'll catch up to her, because so help him - he misses her as much as he misses his dad.

A[/size]nd that's a lot.
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S tatus: done
T agged: roxy <3
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O utfit: white dress shirt, black tie, black slacks, leather black shoes.
N otes: short! sorry ;;
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Milkshake by I forgot o_o

[Roxanne Hunter]

Roxanne didn't realize that her necklace had fallen from around her neck. She was still running and with everything going up and down, she didn't think. Until she heard a voice and stopped. It was very familiar too. Too much. Panting softly, she brushed her hair to the side turning around. Only to see a guy her age, with brown hair and brown eyes. She would remember those eyes anywhere. Her mouth broke into a smile. "Max!" She exclaimed, dropping her purse before going over to him to hug him. She was so happy to see the face of someone she knew. He still seemed like the goofy, clumsy guy he was back in High school. She loved him because he wasn't perfect, like people thought she would end up with.

Breaking the hug, Roxanne's blue eyes were sparkling as she giggled. "How've you been?" She asked, wanting to know. She still had a soft spot for him. And she didn't want to tell him when they were breaking up but, she would swoon whenever he would get jealous. She didn't know what was wrong with her if she liked that. Waiting for him to reply, she noticed that her hands were still on his arms. A small blush tinted her pale cheeks, as she pulled them away looking down. "Sorry." She whispered, with a nervous giggle.

[Maximillian Goof]

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Perhaps moving too quickly is a mistake, because Max nearly stumbles again but catches himself before he can. A sense of balance and equilibrium is difficult to capture, obviously, as the subject of such is the boy whose name is Maximillian Goof, and when he runs he still leans a little towards the side - because total perfection leans more towards myth than reality. A grin lights up his face, when she calls his name - the familiar voice sending beautiful chills down the curve of his spine, and then she takes him in her arms and Max keeps the necklace in his grasp, returning the gesture with as much glee as Roxanne seemed to be radiating. Although they'd broken it off a fair amount of time ago, Max still can't help but feel that indescribable warmth in the pool of his stomach at the sight of her, of Roxanne, who he'd thought was his soulmate years ago. When they pull back, he hears that familiar giggle and he can't keep the 'a-hyuck' escaping his lips, and like normal, he covers his mouth a few seconds after - then remembers that Roxanne is one of the few people who don't care that he has that idiotic problem. Roxanne, his mind whispers, and his pulse quickens ever so slightly despite himself - because Roxanne is here.

"I'm.. guh," Max finishes rather lamely, and he has to hit himself and wince to keep his thoughts on track, barely even noticing the female's fingers curled around his arms. In fact, the tiny part of him that's conscious of the sensation probably enjoys it, and Max struggles with his words - unsure how to properly convey the things he's been going through and feeling lately. If Roxanne isn't his girlfriend, she's like a sister to him, and Max loves her the way he loves his father; like family, like flesh and blood. It feels nice to have someone to bleed for. "I'm.. I'm great. I'm still dirt-poor and I still don't have singing or dancing talent and I still have my stupid laugh, but I'm great! I'm working for the greatest guy anyone could work for, and, man, my eyes are looking at you and how can I not be great?"

[/color] These words leave him in one breath, one rushed breath, and he remembers that he's holding the necklace - looping it around Roxanne's neck and politely kissing her cheek, like a proper gentleman, only he's not a gentleman, he's Max, and he's late for work.

"H-How about you? How're you? What are you doing here?"[/color]

The happiness eats him whole.
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S tatus: done
T agged: rox-aaaannneee
W ords: 437. yay!
O utfit: white dress shirt, black tie, black slacks, leather black shoes.
N otes: man, just typing this psot made me happy c:
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Milkshake by I forgot o_o

[Roxanne Hunter]

As soon as Max hugged her back, Roxanne felt something inside her. She couldn't put it into words. But, it felt good as far as she knew. When she broke the hug and heard that sound that she loved to hear from Max, she smiled. "You know, I still think that's cute." She told him, knowing how he felt about it. She always liked it. No matter how stupid he thought it sounded. Then, she could see that he was nervous as always whenever he would talk to her. She didn't say anything. Just kept smiling. She still loved him. "I'm.. I'm great. I'm still dirt-poor and I still don't have singing or dancing talent and I still have my stupid laugh, but I'm great! I'm working for the greatest guy anyone could work for, and, man, my eyes are looking at you and how can I not be great?" Hearing that, she just looked away with a giggle. He still knew how to make her blush. Thinking of something, she looked up at him only to kiss his cheek. "Max, you still are that boy back in High school that dressed up as Powerline and danced. Meaning, you are not as lame as you think you are. And you sure do know how to make a girl blush." She said, lightly hitting his arm.

Brushing her hair to the side, Roxanne noticed Max put something on her neck. Looking confused, she looked down to see her heart necklace. Her mouth opened slightly, as she felt him kiss her cheek. Being the gentleman he always was. Her fingers went to the heart, as she looked at him with happiness in her blue eyes. He knew what that Heart meant to her and probably knew that the rest of her day would have been hell, if she realized that it was lost. "H-How about you? How're you? What are you doing here? Max asked. Roxanne smiled once again. "I've been good. I got the job as the Dance Teacher here so, if you feel like dancing or learning a few moves, stop by." She told him, in a slightly breathless voice. She mentally kicked herself because she didn't want to sound like that.

Last thing she wanted to do was to have Max think, that she was flirting. Even though, she did miss him.

[Maximillian Goof]

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No matter how much Roxanne tries to tell him, over and over, that his laugh isn't something to be ashamed of, Max will never listen. He only snorts at the comment, dismissing it as something that - probably - is a lie meant to make him feel better (and oh, how guilt pounds in his veins when he thinks of Roxanne in that way - because she's Roxanne and--), and he shakes his head. "I'm turning twenty-one, Roxanne. You should be calling it sexy now,"

[/color] he says, teasing, but it's obvious that he doesn't mean it - that that's a joke meant to be either laughed at or ignored. Max was never good at jokes, and he supposes that following that train of logic, he never will be. Her words that remind him oh-so very much of the past hit him in the face, and Max manages a goofy kind of smile - but then agan, what other sort of smile could he make while manipulating his (impossible) face? "You're still the pretty girl I hi-jacked a fishing trip for,"[/color] he replies with a grin, rubbing the back of his neck and feeling the smallest inklings of shyness - the smallest hints of feelings that make him want to run away and live under a rock for the rest of his pitiful life. "And - ow - I only know how to make you blush. Anyone else I try it on either threatens to call the police or to murder me. And I've had enough pepper spray in my eyes, thank you very much!"[/color] Max's love life isn't necessarily like that, but it's a very good way to summarize it. He doesn't flirt much - in fact, he doesn't flirt - because his mind hasn't been hardwired to get a girl (or boy) friend for a while, now. Who needs relationships when you have happiness? Then again - don't relationships multiply those happy feelings tenfold?

T[/color]hinking, like most other actions, makes Max's head hurt, and although his cheek is warm from where the girl kissed it; he's not very good at concentrating, and her answer has to be pieced together for a second before he can properly decode it and make a suitable reply that isn't a grunting noise escaping a gorilla's mouth. "Dance teacher?"[/color] Max asks in bewilderment, chocolate brown eyes seeming to hold little hints of surprise. "Aw, man, you know I can't dance. The last time I tried to dance, I ended up tripping on something that didn't exist! I'm accident-prone just walking!"[/color] he says, pouting almost childishly, crossing his arms and hearing a resounding bell which, by the way, means that he's later than he thought he was. "But, uh, if you need help with anything that's related to criminals? Yeah, give me a call. Or throw a rock at my head. Whichever is easier,"[/color] he continues in polite reply, and he hugs Roxanne for a second again before pulling back and rubbing the back of his neck.

All these years and Max still hasn't controlled himself. Pitiful.
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S tatus: done
T agged: my sweet honey~! xD
W ords: 512. holy shi--
O utfit: white dress shirt, black tie, black slacks, leather black shoes.
N otes: awkward max is lovingly awkward <3
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Milkshake by I forgot o_o

[Roxanne Hunter]

Max told her that she should be calling his laugh sexy by now since, he was close to twenty one. Roxanne giggled, nodding. "I'll remember that." She said, before listening to what he said next. Her eyebrow rose. "Just pretty? I'm twenty, you should be saying gorgeous." She told him, firing back what he had said to her, back to him. Just to playing with him in a way. They were friends. Or at least, they agreed to be. "And - ow - I only know how to make you blush. Anyone else I try it on either threatens to call the police or to murder me. And I've had enough pepper spray in my eyes, thank you very much!" She couldn't help but have her jaw drop. People sprayed him with pepper spray? Talk about touchy. Without even thinking, she leaned towards him and rubbed his cheek. "Oh, my poor Maxxy." Roxanne spoke, with a little pout.

Realizing what she was doing, she pulled away. She didn't intend to do that. Roxanne smiled sheepishly, looking away as she heard him talk about her being the new Dance Teacher. She let out a soft giggle. "I know, right? Stacey was very surprised when I told her." She told him, still remembering her girlfriend screaming in her ear when she told her the news. Just the thought of it made her shake her head. "And you are not accident prone. It's just that you are your Father's son. So, you couldn't help but, inherit it." She explained, inwardly hoping that it was the good thing to say. "But, uh, if you need help with anything that's related to criminals? Yeah, give me a call. Or throw a rock at my head. Whichever is easier," That was when the bell rang, letting both of them know that they were late. "I'll just call you." Roxanne said, pulling out a pen from her purse and writing her number in the palm of his hand. Then, when he hugged her, she hugged him back.

"Call me if you feel like catching up some more, okay?" Roxanne asked, as the hug broke and she walked away waving with a bright smile.

[Maximillian Goof]

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Oh, no, Roxanne can't be getting away from him now. After telling him to call her gorgeous and telling him this and that (and Stacey? Brace-face, right?), she just walks away as if she could let go of him that easily. Max pouts, clearly not amused, and he musters up enough courage and strength and bad-assery to haul his pitiful ass towards the girl and wrap his arm around her shoulder haphazardly, clearing his throat, because if Max needs to be noticed, then he needs to be noticed, and he doesn't have Bobby or PJ to set up a stage for him to lip-sync to Powerline, thus leading to the throat-clearing being the second best thing. He looks towards her, and he grins, and this sounds like suicide but the next sentence leaves his lips without fail.

"I'll help you teach your dance class today," he says, as though it were the most simple thing in the world, and both he and Roxanne know that he's pretty much one of the worst dancers in the world if it didn't involve a tango or a waltz. That thing he did during that Eye to Eye concert with Powerline? Yeah, that was just him doing the Perfect Cast and nobody noticed, and God save him he had his dad to guide him at that point in time. Right now, there was no-one to help him, and Max wouldn't really want to bother the girl because he can't do some cross-leg twirl pose thing, but spending time with her - even if it involved him getting hopelessly embarrassed - was the only thing on his mind now. Roxanne is here and he can't lose her, not after the amount of time they've been apart, and Max is determined to keep her near.

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[/color]You can't say no,"[/color] Max continues with a smirk - though it ends up looking more like a stupid attempt at a smile, and he nods. "I'll be your part-time assistant, and you can't say no. Do we have that clear?"[/color]

Why no, Max, he can imagine Roxanne saying, but he'll be hopeful and pray.
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O utfit: white dress shirt, black tie, black slacks, leather black shoes.
N otes: max needs to be with you, roxanne! D:
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Milkshake by I forgot o_o

[Maximillian Goof]

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