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[YES this is yet another installment of the MaxBradley cracked story of death! So sue me... Only because I realized that I wouldn't have the time to draw all this out, here's the first section, which you might notice was not written and planned out as the others were xD]
…
Only now was it becoming clear that the Other Half was not what Max had believed it to be: a friend. A friend there to guide him, defend him against all abuse from a crazed jock.
Someone who he had fallen into deep lust with for the longest time.. and then...
The black canine stared at the stucco for substitute, wallowing in a cross between enlightenment and self-pity. His left wrist was tightly wrapped in thick gauze, still pulsating from the tension and its release. To not get into deeper trouble with his friends, he decided to wear a thin, long-sleeved sweater, navy blue. Lucky for him it wasn't the right; they would have noticed him wincing his he walked around the kitchen with a heavy pot handle.
Now it was past one in the morning. The world around him had gotten dark around 6 in the evening.
There he lay, bundled up in a warm comforter. But he couldn't sleep, counting the bumps on the ceiling in dim blue light. His eyes stung. He kept on counting...
Bradley.
The word "child" echoed in his mind. He never wanted to be labeled as one since high school. But, was it really true? Was he… immature? Was everything he felt towards him, involved in him, nothing but a selfish, instant gratification? Like what he said, "Don't confuse love with lust!"
Maybe, I like confusing my terms..... Do I?
Motionless, waiting for daybreak, and trying to remove a dark veil from his eyes.
An 8-bit tune filled the room from the dresser nearby. The cell phone vibrated against the wood finish and almost woke the guys up, had it not been for Max snatching it off the ledge and hurting his wrist in the process, "ow owow; fuck."
He flipped it open and heard a single word, "Max."
...
It was now 2 in the morning.
"Max? Are you there?"
It was getting harder and harder to breathe. The boy mentally shuddered at the sound of his voice. About a minute passed by, sounding of static on the other end until a pseudo-snide remark interfered, "Are you alive??" He buried himself under the comforter and responded in a whisper, "Yeah."
"... I'm glad."
"Me too." The boy nearly smiled in the glow of the small screen.
A bit of silence followed before Bradley continued, "Max?"
"Hm?"
"Let's take a breather. Um, let's visit your old man."
Just a tad confused, "What?"
Now a gruff tone, "You heard me."
[End of first section, LOL]
-----
"What are you doing?" Bobby frowned and looked at the mess on the floor around Max's bed. An open piece of luggage had a poorly tossed change of clothes and bare necessities meant for the weekend, spilling over the edge.
"I'm going out."
"You don't mean moving out of the dorm to live in the Gamma House, do you??"
The black canine had his back arched to him, raising a bit more at this speculation, "Of course not. I'm going to see my ol—dad. I'm going for the weekend to visit my dad... I miss him."
The two had barely made eye contact ever since that grating morning, after that memorable Halloween night.
The boy whirled around and avoided bumping into him as he walked into the bathroom and locked the door. Max looked in the mirror and noticed the dark circles under his eyes.
The baby blue eyes flicked red—
What are you doing?
I'm going to visit my dad. I miss him.
You miss holding Uppercrust in your arms! And you in his! You could care less about your "old man"!
The Other Half grabbed at his shoulders and forced eye contact,
"Don't lie to me!" He was absolutely livid, "DON'T. LIE."
The ego just took what the id had to say and nodded his head, "I might be lying. I do want to be with him again... but I want to see my dad too."
"With what blessing?!" shaking his arms desperately. His usual calm nature was being dragged down by a shaky intake of air. A wave of anger was replaced by some other tactic. The Other Half gulped and ran a hand through his lover's hair, "Maximilian—My dear Maximilian. Beloved! Why would you want to break your heart over this parasite??" He gave a determined kiss on warm lips, "Love me! Only me. You don't need anyone else. You're fine on your own. You don't need him—you don't need anybody! Nobody will take the place of Roxanne!"
"Since when have you ever cared?" cold response. Something in the alter ego's features began to resemble that of the real Goof. His brows suddenly furrowed and before the other knew it he was against the wall, wind nearly knocked out of him.
For the first time, tears ran down from the sockets of glowing ruby orbs, "Nobody will!" sobbing, "Why do you want to betray us? I'm a part of you, Max!" The Other Half struck him hard. Max didn't bother to return the blow. He just gazed at his own confidante. A lover. A savior. His voice of reason. His own tormentor.
"Nobody will take the place of Roxanne. I loved her." Eyes widened in shock, "Loved?!"
"I never said that Bradley would take her place. She means too much for me. He gets that."
"No!" holding him tightly, never wanting to let go, "If you really care for her, you'd stop seeing him! You'd go and find her, not Brad—follow her to the ends of the earth and claim what's rightfully yours! Ours!"
Max kissed his Other Half on the forehead. Embraced him and buried his muzzle in raven hair...
He didn't know how to react to this.
A knock sounded at the door. The kid washed his face for the third time and grabbed the nearest towel, damp and cold,
"Max, where are you going?" He opened the door and saw his buddy, then smiled,
"Hey Peej. I'm going to see Dad this weekend."
PJ blinked and gawked at him with those amber irises, "Willingly?"
He only knew how many times Max just wanted to get away from Mr. Goof. To hear of finally wanting to see him was a bit unexpected, "You want me to come with?"
"No," looking around noticing that Zimmeruski was a no-show, "I'll be going alone... Peej?"
"Hm?"
"Thanks for the offer." A hug came from nowhere. I'd love it if you could, but then...
PJ didn't know what to do. The last time he had received one was way back when they were just a couple of rowdy kids, some Christmas morning. He forgot which year...
"Aw Max don't get all sappy," patting him on the back and distancing away, "you're crying."
Goof rubbed at his eyes, "No," taking a sniff, "I just got something in them. That's all."
His best friend smirked, "I guess we gotta tell Bobby's ghost to stop chopping onions in the kitchen, huh?"
For the first time in a long while, Maximilian let out a good-humored laugh,
"Shut it, man!"
-----
The next day... Friday. Just as instructed, the canine waited at the Reference Section of the college library, near the same spot they had bumped into each other way back in September... That same night... Out of habit he dwelled on the past, and thought of her again before playing the recorded tape over and over again in the back of his mind.
"Can you stop answering in one-word sentences??"
When he turned away after throwing the book in his fumbling hands, "You're welcome." before walking off.
He almost grinned watching himself picking up the weight on the floor and going into a nervous sweat. The naivety of this kid! Max didn't know, after all this time, whether he had gotten wiser or stupider.
Looking back even further, he wondered if Bradley Uppercrust was the only jerk present in that locker room. Everything that happened that strange afternoon was his fault, wasn't it?
... Or, was it..
"Angel." Clouds parted from foggy eyes. "There's a back way out. You got everything?"
The boy nodded and picked up the case lying next to the bulky scanner printer. He looked behind the senior in question. "There's no one nearby. All my stuff is already packed in the trunk. You can put your case back there, too."
Max didn't know exactly how he was going to get back home. Hearing this, his heart skipped a beat or two. He kept silent, and followed quiet footsteps down the linoleum path to heavy double doors. Every time the sophomore looked in his direction, the senior averted his eyes. The distance between them was immense for being so close more than a week ago, "Bradley?"
The jock pressed his weight against the metal beam; barrier opening with a clank, "Come on." answering as if he never heard the question. A fantasy jolted through the kid's mind. He wanted to throw the case aside and pin his lover to the brick wall to show how much he missed him! The expression on Uppercrust's face was immediately sobering; he looked as if he were to collapse at any moment. There was a slight swaying motion to his walk, as if everything around him was nothing but a dream...
Just a dream. The fog shielded over light blue orbs again, "Bradley," reaching for his hand, to which the other pulled away and slipped into his trench coat pocket,
"You never learn, do you?"
The asphalt greeted the soles of their shoes, crunching the red and yellow mulch. More leaves fluttered from their branches. A couple fell in the boy's hair. Neither had noticed. Max was smart enough to be wearing a sweater this time. The same he wore on the day that he had made up his mind to transfer out of campus due to his "old man's" skyrocketing popularity. Bradley wore dark grey over his usual maroon. Goof Boy looked to the sky.
Crows mocked their presence this dreary afternoon. He slid across a bit of frost. It wasn't getting that cold already—was it?
"Where is it?" hot breath forming puffs of smoke in the chilly air.
"Storage area nearby."
"Is it a part of the campus?"
"Nope."
-----
For being the loose cannon in practically everything else, Bradley was a hell of a good driver, eyes always focused on the road ahead. The fifth freight truck zoomed by the opposing lane. Max didn't have to take the wheel even once. Only a half hour passed by. A half hour of near silence.
Rows and rows of cornfields swept past his vision. A speck of sun broke through lead skies.
The boy had to gasp for air when he failed to speak again... Now mouth barely opened...
"uh. Where'd you get the car?"
"My old man got it for me," never letting his pupils shift, "ironic, actually."
"How much was it?"
"Way past your budget, if you ever decide to get a job. Can't you drive??" The dead look transformed to puzzlement.
"Usually, I'd... "
The black Lincoln slowed to a stop at a main intersection. The route home was straight ahead.
"Bradley, can we stop somewhere along the way?"
The driver flinched, "Why? Do you want to talk, or do you want to make out??"
"I—
"What do you take me for?!" He sounded more alive now that his frustration lit a spark, "Just because you classify me as a whore it gives you the right to do whatever you want with me??" The traffic light was still on red; foot planted firmly on the brake, "Max. What is the definition of 'whore' to you?"
The senior glared, waiting for a response.
"A whore... is someone you pay to have sex with. But not always. Some people just choose to be—
"Choose to be?" The response sounded high pitched due to the lack of oxygen to his diaphragm, "That's really funny, Goof Boy. I forgot to laugh!" Bradley's tone of voice was painful. Max should have kept his mouth shut. The light went green; wheels grinded on the asphalt—
"And what if the paid whore doesn't do what he or she is told to do?"
"..."
"Answer me!" The young man came to a screeching halt off the side of the road; dirt ruined the spotless rubber and chrome. Both might have just flown through the window shield if they didn't have their restraints on, "Well?!"
"They're," catching breath and swallowing a hard lump, "not doing their job."
"You expect them to be punished?" It was near accusation.
"No." Brad clicked off his seat belt and twisted his body to set his record straight, motioning with his hands and arms,
"Most clients punish their whores. Their handlers will torture them to get what they want. They never bother to know their name nor where they came from."
This was a horrible time to bring up the Occult rituals the fraternity performed from time to time. The kid had his lips sealed. Hypocrisy was blatant in both males.
"The ones I've met," he continued, "tell me they were neglected. Tell me they were forced into it. Drugged, kidnapped, whatever. They tell me. And, I listen. I know it's their job, but if they're not up to it, I still pay them the full amount and don't speak a word of it to their pimps."
This was hard to digest.
"You think they're just filthy creatures that the world can do without? Do you expect everyone to be pure? Without sin??" He grabbed at the sweater's collar and brought the kid's face centimeters away from his, "Until people like you decide the time is ripe?"
.....
"You do the same thing, Brad. I bet I'm not the only one you've corrupted."
His back slammed the passenger seat door.
"You raped me!"
"So have you. What's the difference?" He half wished that a tractor would come by and run them over. His lack of anger only irked Uppercrust even more, "You started it!"
"You did... let's put up the shades and rock in the backseat already."
Bradley did no such thing. The car ignited and blazed back on the track.
"If I didn't feel it was my responsibility to get you to your dad safely I'd unlock the door and kick you out so you can find yourself under the wheels of a fuckin' truck!"
Maximilian never felt so disconnected from reality in his life.
"I hate you!" Brad sounding dreadfully abnormal; tears welling up inside of him.
"Why are you helping me then? I'm going to the back and sleep. Wake me when we get there
"But I need you to tell me where we should go once we reach the city limits, Max
"Then STOP insulting me!!" lunging and wrenching the wheel from the senior's hands and twisting it towards an oncoming car in the other lane—
Bradley shrieked in horror and as quick as lightning pushed him out of the way at the blare of a horn—
The sides of both cars grazed at each other and kept going at full speed—
"Are you crazy you almost got us killed!!"
"I'm not the one killing in your stupid ritual orgies!"
"I will not be held responsible for the death of those that had nothing to do with us!"
"You know what?! You're a fucking hypocrite!"
"So are you you crazy bitch!"
"Then we agree on something!"
"Finally!!"
Now like an old married couple in unison, "SHUT UP!"
-----
The darn canines were a lot calmer throughout the next several hours. The silence was replaced by a dark, neoclassical melody…
"We're running on empty," pulling up to the station on the outskirts of town, "wait here, Max."
"Okay." Goof Boy smiled before needing to turn away from a cute wink.
At some point in their day's journey they did end up parking for a while. But all that happened between them was a long embrace, kissing each other's face, blushing all the while like kids playing in the closet. They avoided lip contact; both knew it was going to lead to a more depraved form of affection...
Max willingly let the whore be on top as his form of an apology. The sweetest, sickening words fell from their lips, telling each other how much they cared, and what regret they felt. Many questions, old and new, were asked, but never answered. Before they knew it, they nearly drifted off into sleep, eyes fogged with salty dew...
...
It still wasn't right. Being involved in this way. If anyone else who bore the same complex shone with pride, then he was the type to douse the fire—snuff it out as a sin of weakness.
I'm weak, Other Me. We both know that. He held his hand firmly and kissed a suffering being on a pale cheek.
You're going to kill us, Maximilian. You've accepted it. You'll make no effort to change, will you? What if... I can't change it?
The ruby orbs lost all light before they began to disappear with the rest of him,
... Please, Max.
His plea was a whisper...
"Maximilian?" A warm hand touched his lap, "Are you okay?"
The boy looked away from the window pane and his own relflection.
"You look tired. Are, we almost home?"
Bradley fastened his seat belt and gazed into watery orbs...
"Yeah, we are."
"I'm glad." A child's smile.
Something freshly buried in the mind's eye suddenly growled.
You two. Will only end up killing each other. Inside and out... Bastards.
I'll be back, when He needs me..... You can count on it.
…
Only now was it becoming clear that the Other Half was not what Max had believed it to be: a friend. A friend there to guide him, defend him against all abuse from a crazed jock.
Someone who he had fallen into deep lust with for the longest time.. and then...
The black canine stared at the stucco for substitute, wallowing in a cross between enlightenment and self-pity. His left wrist was tightly wrapped in thick gauze, still pulsating from the tension and its release. To not get into deeper trouble with his friends, he decided to wear a thin, long-sleeved sweater, navy blue. Lucky for him it wasn't the right; they would have noticed him wincing his he walked around the kitchen with a heavy pot handle.
Now it was past one in the morning. The world around him had gotten dark around 6 in the evening.
There he lay, bundled up in a warm comforter. But he couldn't sleep, counting the bumps on the ceiling in dim blue light. His eyes stung. He kept on counting...
Bradley.
The word "child" echoed in his mind. He never wanted to be labeled as one since high school. But, was it really true? Was he… immature? Was everything he felt towards him, involved in him, nothing but a selfish, instant gratification? Like what he said, "Don't confuse love with lust!"
Maybe, I like confusing my terms..... Do I?
Motionless, waiting for daybreak, and trying to remove a dark veil from his eyes.
An 8-bit tune filled the room from the dresser nearby. The cell phone vibrated against the wood finish and almost woke the guys up, had it not been for Max snatching it off the ledge and hurting his wrist in the process, "ow owow; fuck."
He flipped it open and heard a single word, "Max."
...
It was now 2 in the morning.
"Max? Are you there?"
It was getting harder and harder to breathe. The boy mentally shuddered at the sound of his voice. About a minute passed by, sounding of static on the other end until a pseudo-snide remark interfered, "Are you alive??" He buried himself under the comforter and responded in a whisper, "Yeah."
"... I'm glad."
"Me too." The boy nearly smiled in the glow of the small screen.
A bit of silence followed before Bradley continued, "Max?"
"Hm?"
"Let's take a breather. Um, let's visit your old man."
Just a tad confused, "What?"
Now a gruff tone, "You heard me."
[End of first section, LOL]
-----
"What are you doing?" Bobby frowned and looked at the mess on the floor around Max's bed. An open piece of luggage had a poorly tossed change of clothes and bare necessities meant for the weekend, spilling over the edge.
"I'm going out."
"You don't mean moving out of the dorm to live in the Gamma House, do you??"
The black canine had his back arched to him, raising a bit more at this speculation, "Of course not. I'm going to see my ol—dad. I'm going for the weekend to visit my dad... I miss him."
The two had barely made eye contact ever since that grating morning, after that memorable Halloween night.
The boy whirled around and avoided bumping into him as he walked into the bathroom and locked the door. Max looked in the mirror and noticed the dark circles under his eyes.
The baby blue eyes flicked red—
What are you doing?
I'm going to visit my dad. I miss him.
You miss holding Uppercrust in your arms! And you in his! You could care less about your "old man"!
The Other Half grabbed at his shoulders and forced eye contact,
"Don't lie to me!" He was absolutely livid, "DON'T. LIE."
The ego just took what the id had to say and nodded his head, "I might be lying. I do want to be with him again... but I want to see my dad too."
"With what blessing?!" shaking his arms desperately. His usual calm nature was being dragged down by a shaky intake of air. A wave of anger was replaced by some other tactic. The Other Half gulped and ran a hand through his lover's hair, "Maximilian—My dear Maximilian. Beloved! Why would you want to break your heart over this parasite??" He gave a determined kiss on warm lips, "Love me! Only me. You don't need anyone else. You're fine on your own. You don't need him—you don't need anybody! Nobody will take the place of Roxanne!"
"Since when have you ever cared?" cold response. Something in the alter ego's features began to resemble that of the real Goof. His brows suddenly furrowed and before the other knew it he was against the wall, wind nearly knocked out of him.
For the first time, tears ran down from the sockets of glowing ruby orbs, "Nobody will!" sobbing, "Why do you want to betray us? I'm a part of you, Max!" The Other Half struck him hard. Max didn't bother to return the blow. He just gazed at his own confidante. A lover. A savior. His voice of reason. His own tormentor.
"Nobody will take the place of Roxanne. I loved her." Eyes widened in shock, "Loved?!"
"I never said that Bradley would take her place. She means too much for me. He gets that."
"No!" holding him tightly, never wanting to let go, "If you really care for her, you'd stop seeing him! You'd go and find her, not Brad—follow her to the ends of the earth and claim what's rightfully yours! Ours!"
Max kissed his Other Half on the forehead. Embraced him and buried his muzzle in raven hair...
He didn't know how to react to this.
A knock sounded at the door. The kid washed his face for the third time and grabbed the nearest towel, damp and cold,
"Max, where are you going?" He opened the door and saw his buddy, then smiled,
"Hey Peej. I'm going to see Dad this weekend."
PJ blinked and gawked at him with those amber irises, "Willingly?"
He only knew how many times Max just wanted to get away from Mr. Goof. To hear of finally wanting to see him was a bit unexpected, "You want me to come with?"
"No," looking around noticing that Zimmeruski was a no-show, "I'll be going alone... Peej?"
"Hm?"
"Thanks for the offer." A hug came from nowhere. I'd love it if you could, but then...
PJ didn't know what to do. The last time he had received one was way back when they were just a couple of rowdy kids, some Christmas morning. He forgot which year...
"Aw Max don't get all sappy," patting him on the back and distancing away, "you're crying."
Goof rubbed at his eyes, "No," taking a sniff, "I just got something in them. That's all."
His best friend smirked, "I guess we gotta tell Bobby's ghost to stop chopping onions in the kitchen, huh?"
For the first time in a long while, Maximilian let out a good-humored laugh,
"Shut it, man!"
-----
The next day... Friday. Just as instructed, the canine waited at the Reference Section of the college library, near the same spot they had bumped into each other way back in September... That same night... Out of habit he dwelled on the past, and thought of her again before playing the recorded tape over and over again in the back of his mind.
"Can you stop answering in one-word sentences??"
When he turned away after throwing the book in his fumbling hands, "You're welcome." before walking off.
He almost grinned watching himself picking up the weight on the floor and going into a nervous sweat. The naivety of this kid! Max didn't know, after all this time, whether he had gotten wiser or stupider.
Looking back even further, he wondered if Bradley Uppercrust was the only jerk present in that locker room. Everything that happened that strange afternoon was his fault, wasn't it?
... Or, was it..
"Angel." Clouds parted from foggy eyes. "There's a back way out. You got everything?"
The boy nodded and picked up the case lying next to the bulky scanner printer. He looked behind the senior in question. "There's no one nearby. All my stuff is already packed in the trunk. You can put your case back there, too."
Max didn't know exactly how he was going to get back home. Hearing this, his heart skipped a beat or two. He kept silent, and followed quiet footsteps down the linoleum path to heavy double doors. Every time the sophomore looked in his direction, the senior averted his eyes. The distance between them was immense for being so close more than a week ago, "Bradley?"
The jock pressed his weight against the metal beam; barrier opening with a clank, "Come on." answering as if he never heard the question. A fantasy jolted through the kid's mind. He wanted to throw the case aside and pin his lover to the brick wall to show how much he missed him! The expression on Uppercrust's face was immediately sobering; he looked as if he were to collapse at any moment. There was a slight swaying motion to his walk, as if everything around him was nothing but a dream...
Just a dream. The fog shielded over light blue orbs again, "Bradley," reaching for his hand, to which the other pulled away and slipped into his trench coat pocket,
"You never learn, do you?"
The asphalt greeted the soles of their shoes, crunching the red and yellow mulch. More leaves fluttered from their branches. A couple fell in the boy's hair. Neither had noticed. Max was smart enough to be wearing a sweater this time. The same he wore on the day that he had made up his mind to transfer out of campus due to his "old man's" skyrocketing popularity. Bradley wore dark grey over his usual maroon. Goof Boy looked to the sky.
Crows mocked their presence this dreary afternoon. He slid across a bit of frost. It wasn't getting that cold already—was it?
"Where is it?" hot breath forming puffs of smoke in the chilly air.
"Storage area nearby."
"Is it a part of the campus?"
"Nope."
-----
For being the loose cannon in practically everything else, Bradley was a hell of a good driver, eyes always focused on the road ahead. The fifth freight truck zoomed by the opposing lane. Max didn't have to take the wheel even once. Only a half hour passed by. A half hour of near silence.
Rows and rows of cornfields swept past his vision. A speck of sun broke through lead skies.
The boy had to gasp for air when he failed to speak again... Now mouth barely opened...
"uh. Where'd you get the car?"
"My old man got it for me," never letting his pupils shift, "ironic, actually."
"How much was it?"
"Way past your budget, if you ever decide to get a job. Can't you drive??" The dead look transformed to puzzlement.
"Usually, I'd... "
The black Lincoln slowed to a stop at a main intersection. The route home was straight ahead.
"Bradley, can we stop somewhere along the way?"
The driver flinched, "Why? Do you want to talk, or do you want to make out??"
"I—
"What do you take me for?!" He sounded more alive now that his frustration lit a spark, "Just because you classify me as a whore it gives you the right to do whatever you want with me??" The traffic light was still on red; foot planted firmly on the brake, "Max. What is the definition of 'whore' to you?"
The senior glared, waiting for a response.
"A whore... is someone you pay to have sex with. But not always. Some people just choose to be—
"Choose to be?" The response sounded high pitched due to the lack of oxygen to his diaphragm, "That's really funny, Goof Boy. I forgot to laugh!" Bradley's tone of voice was painful. Max should have kept his mouth shut. The light went green; wheels grinded on the asphalt—
"And what if the paid whore doesn't do what he or she is told to do?"
"..."
"Answer me!" The young man came to a screeching halt off the side of the road; dirt ruined the spotless rubber and chrome. Both might have just flown through the window shield if they didn't have their restraints on, "Well?!"
"They're," catching breath and swallowing a hard lump, "not doing their job."
"You expect them to be punished?" It was near accusation.
"No." Brad clicked off his seat belt and twisted his body to set his record straight, motioning with his hands and arms,
"Most clients punish their whores. Their handlers will torture them to get what they want. They never bother to know their name nor where they came from."
This was a horrible time to bring up the Occult rituals the fraternity performed from time to time. The kid had his lips sealed. Hypocrisy was blatant in both males.
"The ones I've met," he continued, "tell me they were neglected. Tell me they were forced into it. Drugged, kidnapped, whatever. They tell me. And, I listen. I know it's their job, but if they're not up to it, I still pay them the full amount and don't speak a word of it to their pimps."
This was hard to digest.
"You think they're just filthy creatures that the world can do without? Do you expect everyone to be pure? Without sin??" He grabbed at the sweater's collar and brought the kid's face centimeters away from his, "Until people like you decide the time is ripe?"
.....
"You do the same thing, Brad. I bet I'm not the only one you've corrupted."
His back slammed the passenger seat door.
"You raped me!"
"So have you. What's the difference?" He half wished that a tractor would come by and run them over. His lack of anger only irked Uppercrust even more, "You started it!"
"You did... let's put up the shades and rock in the backseat already."
Bradley did no such thing. The car ignited and blazed back on the track.
"If I didn't feel it was my responsibility to get you to your dad safely I'd unlock the door and kick you out so you can find yourself under the wheels of a fuckin' truck!"
Maximilian never felt so disconnected from reality in his life.
"I hate you!" Brad sounding dreadfully abnormal; tears welling up inside of him.
"Why are you helping me then? I'm going to the back and sleep. Wake me when we get there
"But I need you to tell me where we should go once we reach the city limits, Max
"Then STOP insulting me!!" lunging and wrenching the wheel from the senior's hands and twisting it towards an oncoming car in the other lane—
Bradley shrieked in horror and as quick as lightning pushed him out of the way at the blare of a horn—
The sides of both cars grazed at each other and kept going at full speed—
"Are you crazy you almost got us killed!!"
"I'm not the one killing in your stupid ritual orgies!"
"I will not be held responsible for the death of those that had nothing to do with us!"
"You know what?! You're a fucking hypocrite!"
"So are you you crazy bitch!"
"Then we agree on something!"
"Finally!!"
Now like an old married couple in unison, "SHUT UP!"
-----
The darn canines were a lot calmer throughout the next several hours. The silence was replaced by a dark, neoclassical melody…
"We're running on empty," pulling up to the station on the outskirts of town, "wait here, Max."
"Okay." Goof Boy smiled before needing to turn away from a cute wink.
At some point in their day's journey they did end up parking for a while. But all that happened between them was a long embrace, kissing each other's face, blushing all the while like kids playing in the closet. They avoided lip contact; both knew it was going to lead to a more depraved form of affection...
Max willingly let the whore be on top as his form of an apology. The sweetest, sickening words fell from their lips, telling each other how much they cared, and what regret they felt. Many questions, old and new, were asked, but never answered. Before they knew it, they nearly drifted off into sleep, eyes fogged with salty dew...
...
It still wasn't right. Being involved in this way. If anyone else who bore the same complex shone with pride, then he was the type to douse the fire—snuff it out as a sin of weakness.
I'm weak, Other Me. We both know that. He held his hand firmly and kissed a suffering being on a pale cheek.
You're going to kill us, Maximilian. You've accepted it. You'll make no effort to change, will you? What if... I can't change it?
The ruby orbs lost all light before they began to disappear with the rest of him,
... Please, Max.
His plea was a whisper...
"Maximilian?" A warm hand touched his lap, "Are you okay?"
The boy looked away from the window pane and his own relflection.
"You look tired. Are, we almost home?"
Bradley fastened his seat belt and gazed into watery orbs...
"Yeah, we are."
"I'm glad." A child's smile.
Something freshly buried in the mind's eye suddenly growled.
You two. Will only end up killing each other. Inside and out... Bastards.
I'll be back, when He needs me..... You can count on it.
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I swear this is the 3rd or 4th time I've changed the goddamn title!
What kind of music was in that car? I can only imagine for the moment:
The Dead Hours, either the album Dead Girl's Waltz www.youtube.com/watch?v=NIDp8e… or Psilocybe Perception www.youtube.com/watch?v=TX3wAZ…, from Kallisti Gold Recordings, owned by that awesome Swede, Dennis R. Lindfors~~
... WHAT?? I'm in a mood. <3
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Now you'll remember that the Other Half is in fact a part of Max Goof. It is a corrupted conscience...
Don't know when I'll update, but this is a good start, no?
(Hooray for product endorsement )
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I swear this is the 3rd or 4th time I've changed the goddamn title!
What kind of music was in that car? I can only imagine for the moment:
The Dead Hours, either the album Dead Girl's Waltz www.youtube.com/watch?v=NIDp8e… or Psilocybe Perception www.youtube.com/watch?v=TX3wAZ…, from Kallisti Gold Recordings, owned by that awesome Swede, Dennis R. Lindfors~~
... WHAT?? I'm in a mood. <3
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Now you'll remember that the Other Half is in fact a part of Max Goof. It is a corrupted conscience...
Don't know when I'll update, but this is a good start, no?
(Hooray for product endorsement )
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NEXT: izzy-chan13.deviantart.com/art…
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Is it bad for me to say that when they were in the car fighting I started laughing