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bennie and the jets!
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[div class=tag]mood. tired + grumpy.
[div class=tag]interactions. ethan + mallory + theodore halloway
[div class=tag]outfit. here. (+ blue jeans)
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max halloway
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home β westbrook high school.
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low fidelity
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It wasn't like Max was completely against school and everything it stood for. Like, yeah, sure, getting up at 6 AM sucked, his dad and his brother (who was taking a gap year to 'find himself,' whatever the hell that meant, before he went to college) already awake and bustling about as if 6:15 AM was an appropriate time to be awake in the slightest. He missed Josh on days like these. Granted, he missed his older brother pretty much every day, but Josh was away at college, and so it was just Ethan.
Don't get Max wrong, he got along well with Ethan. He was his brother, so he was kinda forced to get along with him, but he and Josh had a connection that Max felt he and Ethan could never have. Sue him, or whatever. As his alarm continued to ring and the sounds of his family moving about downstairs, coffee mugs and breakfast pans clanging, the sound of their ancient coffee maker finally kicking on after some encouragement from his dad, Max felt himself regretting the day more and more. It was his first day of senior year, anyway, and so his dad probably had the camera set up already.
A heavy sigh left his lips as he reached over, hitting his alarm clock to turn off its incessant wailing, and swung his comforter off himself, slowly climbing out of bed. The floor underneath his feet creaked as he made his way across his bedroom, reminding Max that he needed to ask his dad about fixing it sometime this week.
He spared a glance towards his clock, noticing that he had about forty-five minutes before he needed to leave, which gave him plenty of time to get ready and eat breakfast with his parents, maybe Ethan too, if he decided to not go back to sleep. That was a good thing about taking a gap year, Max noticed. You got to sleep in and hang out with your boyfriend all day and not have a care in the world. God, Max was jealous.
He let that feeling drag him out of his room and to the bathroom down the hall, avoiding looking himself in the mirror as he brushed his teeth, knowing that his skin probably looked as sunken in as it did yesterday, and the day before that. He spit the toothpaste out before he stole a glance in the mirror, quickly escaping the bathroom. He went back to his room, picking out the first outfit he saw and pulling it on, running his fingers through his hair just a little bit. Good enough. Whatever.
He began to make his way down the stairs, the creaky steps announcing his arrival way before his face did, his parents giving him a slight smile before returning back to whatever task they were doing. Ethan was already sat at the table with his own plate of breakfast, looking close to falling asleep right in it. Max didn't blame him. It was too early for this. As he made his way into the kitchen, he sat down at the table, his dad setting a plate full of pancakes in front of him, a cup of coffee soon following. Max took both with a little smile, looking at the clock on the stove and realizing it was 6:45, and he had to leave in about fifteen minutes.
And brush his teeth again. Why did he brush his teeth before he ate? Stupid.
"So, you excited for your first day of senior year?" His dad said, in that extremely upbeat way that almost sounded fake. Max nodded a little while taking a sip of coffee, setting it down on the table before speaking.
"I mean," he started, picking up his fork and working on cutting a piece of pancake (he wasn't going to eat it anyways, but it made his mom happy to see him at least try), "I guess?" His mom had sat down at the table as well, but she was only staring at her food, which she had been doing ever since Max came down the stairs. A little sigh left his dad's lips, before putting that fake smile on again.
"Well, if you want me to drive you, I canβ"
"No, dad, it's okay. I can ride my bike." Max said with a shake of his head, setting his fork down and taking another sip of his coffee. Max just liked being able to drive himself to school, by himself, and not have to worry about being embarrassed by the fact he's eighteen years old and if his dad dropped him off at school, he'd probably kill himself. Not literally. Metaphorically. Metaphorically.
His dad looked a bit upset by that news, but he let it quickly pass, Ethan mumbling something about calling Mickey (why would you wake that poor man up at 6:55 in the morning?) and getting up, Max using that as his cue to get up too so he could get finished getting ready. His mom was still staring at her food, but a ghost of a smile was on her lips, which made Max feel just a little bit better about himself. He nodded to his dad before going back up the stairs, going to the bathroom and brushing his teeth again. He grabbed his backpack, headed down the stairs, and gave one more glance back at the clock.
6:58. Maybe he should be leaving. "I've gotta goβ bye mom, bye dad," he said, grabbing his keys from the door and kissing his mother goodbye, giving his dad one of those weird one armed hugs, before swinging his backpack over his shoulders and heading outside. His bike was under the canopy still, which was good, and he sat down on it before putting up the kickstand and turning it on. He pulled his helmet on over his head before peeling out of the driveway, the chilly air making goosebumps immediately stand up under his jackets.
The drive to school was thankfully short, and ten minutes later he pulled into the parking lot, going into his usual spot and turning the bike off. Students had already begun to file into the school, those big, ugly yellow buses pulling in as well. Max got off his bike and put the kickstand up, deciding to take his helmet inside with him. The hair on the back of his neck felt like it was standing on edge, and he turned, making eye contact with a boy who looked like he was walking into the school, but instead was just standing in the middle of the crosswalk and just. Staring.
Completely unaware to Max, an intricate tattoo of a rose, a lightning bolt going through it, began to appear on his left shoulder. He turned his eyes away, making sure his backpack was still on securely and walking inside the building, swinging his helmet at his side as he walked to his locker, looking down at the schedule in his hands to make sure he had the number right. He never used his locker anyways, so what was the point.
Since it was the first day of school, homeroom was first, instead of it being in the middle of the day. Max began to make his way there, thankful that they had homeroom with Mrs. Henry. She was always nice to Max, especially when he got suspended for starting a fight in her creative writing class sophomore year. She said she understood, which was cool.
He made his way to the back of the class, sitting down and looking at his desk, trying to make sense of all the scribbles and scratches and indents that were left on the desk. Maybe there wasn't a meaning, but that was okay. More and more students began to file in, Max knowing most of them simply due to Anderson's Pass being such a small town. But someone new came in, escorted by one of the secretaries from the front office. It was the boy from outside, the one who was staring at Max.
A hushed conversation was held between Mrs. Henry and the secretary, before the secretary left and Mrs. Henry put on a big smile. "Everyone, this is a new student joining us this year. Francis Flowers. Please be sure to give him a warm welcome." Max felt like he knew him. Which was weird, because he didn't, but he also.... felt like he did. What was going on?
Don't get Max wrong, he got along well with Ethan. He was his brother, so he was kinda forced to get along with him, but he and Josh had a connection that Max felt he and Ethan could never have. Sue him, or whatever. As his alarm continued to ring and the sounds of his family moving about downstairs, coffee mugs and breakfast pans clanging, the sound of their ancient coffee maker finally kicking on after some encouragement from his dad, Max felt himself regretting the day more and more. It was his first day of senior year, anyway, and so his dad probably had the camera set up already.
A heavy sigh left his lips as he reached over, hitting his alarm clock to turn off its incessant wailing, and swung his comforter off himself, slowly climbing out of bed. The floor underneath his feet creaked as he made his way across his bedroom, reminding Max that he needed to ask his dad about fixing it sometime this week.
He spared a glance towards his clock, noticing that he had about forty-five minutes before he needed to leave, which gave him plenty of time to get ready and eat breakfast with his parents, maybe Ethan too, if he decided to not go back to sleep. That was a good thing about taking a gap year, Max noticed. You got to sleep in and hang out with your boyfriend all day and not have a care in the world. God, Max was jealous.
He let that feeling drag him out of his room and to the bathroom down the hall, avoiding looking himself in the mirror as he brushed his teeth, knowing that his skin probably looked as sunken in as it did yesterday, and the day before that. He spit the toothpaste out before he stole a glance in the mirror, quickly escaping the bathroom. He went back to his room, picking out the first outfit he saw and pulling it on, running his fingers through his hair just a little bit. Good enough. Whatever.
He began to make his way down the stairs, the creaky steps announcing his arrival way before his face did, his parents giving him a slight smile before returning back to whatever task they were doing. Ethan was already sat at the table with his own plate of breakfast, looking close to falling asleep right in it. Max didn't blame him. It was too early for this. As he made his way into the kitchen, he sat down at the table, his dad setting a plate full of pancakes in front of him, a cup of coffee soon following. Max took both with a little smile, looking at the clock on the stove and realizing it was 6:45, and he had to leave in about fifteen minutes.
And brush his teeth again. Why did he brush his teeth before he ate? Stupid.
"So, you excited for your first day of senior year?" His dad said, in that extremely upbeat way that almost sounded fake. Max nodded a little while taking a sip of coffee, setting it down on the table before speaking.
"I mean," he started, picking up his fork and working on cutting a piece of pancake (he wasn't going to eat it anyways, but it made his mom happy to see him at least try), "I guess?" His mom had sat down at the table as well, but she was only staring at her food, which she had been doing ever since Max came down the stairs. A little sigh left his dad's lips, before putting that fake smile on again.
"Well, if you want me to drive you, I canβ"
"No, dad, it's okay. I can ride my bike." Max said with a shake of his head, setting his fork down and taking another sip of his coffee. Max just liked being able to drive himself to school, by himself, and not have to worry about being embarrassed by the fact he's eighteen years old and if his dad dropped him off at school, he'd probably kill himself. Not literally. Metaphorically. Metaphorically.
His dad looked a bit upset by that news, but he let it quickly pass, Ethan mumbling something about calling Mickey (why would you wake that poor man up at 6:55 in the morning?) and getting up, Max using that as his cue to get up too so he could get finished getting ready. His mom was still staring at her food, but a ghost of a smile was on her lips, which made Max feel just a little bit better about himself. He nodded to his dad before going back up the stairs, going to the bathroom and brushing his teeth again. He grabbed his backpack, headed down the stairs, and gave one more glance back at the clock.
6:58. Maybe he should be leaving. "I've gotta goβ bye mom, bye dad," he said, grabbing his keys from the door and kissing his mother goodbye, giving his dad one of those weird one armed hugs, before swinging his backpack over his shoulders and heading outside. His bike was under the canopy still, which was good, and he sat down on it before putting up the kickstand and turning it on. He pulled his helmet on over his head before peeling out of the driveway, the chilly air making goosebumps immediately stand up under his jackets.
The drive to school was thankfully short, and ten minutes later he pulled into the parking lot, going into his usual spot and turning the bike off. Students had already begun to file into the school, those big, ugly yellow buses pulling in as well. Max got off his bike and put the kickstand up, deciding to take his helmet inside with him. The hair on the back of his neck felt like it was standing on edge, and he turned, making eye contact with a boy who looked like he was walking into the school, but instead was just standing in the middle of the crosswalk and just. Staring.
Completely unaware to Max, an intricate tattoo of a rose, a lightning bolt going through it, began to appear on his left shoulder. He turned his eyes away, making sure his backpack was still on securely and walking inside the building, swinging his helmet at his side as he walked to his locker, looking down at the schedule in his hands to make sure he had the number right. He never used his locker anyways, so what was the point.
Since it was the first day of school, homeroom was first, instead of it being in the middle of the day. Max began to make his way there, thankful that they had homeroom with Mrs. Henry. She was always nice to Max, especially when he got suspended for starting a fight in her creative writing class sophomore year. She said she understood, which was cool.
He made his way to the back of the class, sitting down and looking at his desk, trying to make sense of all the scribbles and scratches and indents that were left on the desk. Maybe there wasn't a meaning, but that was okay. More and more students began to file in, Max knowing most of them simply due to Anderson's Pass being such a small town. But someone new came in, escorted by one of the secretaries from the front office. It was the boy from outside, the one who was staring at Max.
A hushed conversation was held between Mrs. Henry and the secretary, before the secretary left and Mrs. Henry put on a big smile. "Everyone, this is a new student joining us this year. Francis Flowers. Please be sure to give him a warm welcome." Max felt like he knew him. Which was weird, because he didn't, but he also.... felt like he did. What was going on?
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