Finding Ourselves

"Banks tend to have a steady cash flow. Definitely an option. I'll keep that in mind when the iPhone six comes out and mummy and daddy won't buy it for me," he grinned easily.
He was finally loosening up. The nerves were still there, but he was at least able to talk without stuttering, which was definitely a step forward. He was just thinking abou how easy it was the day before. He smiled at the thought of the previous day and their antics.

(I hope you dont mind if i skip to the end of the day? And it's fine!)

Max sat at his desk, his knee bouncing impatiently. He chewed on his bottom lip, his eyes trained on the clock as though it contained a bomb. He was so close. Less than a minute. Thirty seconds. Five, four, three, two, one. The sound of the bell resonated in Max's ears like a choir of Angels. He stood up and grabbed his hoodie, pulling it over his head. He grabbed his bag that held the laptop and his book. Quickly, he pocketed his phone and waited. He never left his classroom until the hallways had relatively cleared out.

Max could still hear the chatting of students and the sound of people running to their busses or practices. He perched himself on his desk and pulled out his book he began to read, his eyes drifting across the page lacksidasily. Normally he loved to read, but his stomach was so tightly wound and he was too excited to really appreciate it like normal. Despite that, he forced himself to retain the words he was reading so he didn't have to reread the whole chapter later on.

(I just finished writing up little character thingies for all my guys and I'm just so happy cuz I just love them all so much!)

Thanks! I was thinking about changing his name but then I decided not to, but I didn't fix that haha. Maybe if I decide to use him at some point, he might be Brooklyn, but until that day, he shall be beaux!

Haha I miss that Roleplay too.
That was the main reason I thought I'd change his name.
Cuz I wanted him to be a different person and stuff haha

Max held a finger up, motioning that he should wait a minute. After a few moments he closed his book and put it back in his bag. He was smiling brightly as he said, "Sorry, I was just in a really good part of my book and I had to finish the chapter." He pushed himself off the desk so he was standing now. He tossed his messenger bag over his shoulder like he always did and looked at Blaze.

Max nodded, "Yeah. Lets get out of here." He walked over to the door and pulled out his keys to lock them. He held open the door for Blaze as he muddled through his keys, searching for the correct one. He smiled when he at last found the one he was looking for.

Max started out into the hallways, his converse made little to no noise which highly contrasted with the usual click of his Oxfords. He turned on his heel, facing Blaze. He underestimated, so they were closer than he expected. Taken aback by the proximity, he took a stumbling step backwards. He managed to say, "Sorry... Uhmm... So, lead the way to your car, I guess?" He said, raising his eyebrow questioningly.

Max followed him at a casual pace, keeping speed with the younger boy. He stayed just barely behind him. His eyes trailed over Blaze curiously. He wasn't sure what it was about the boy that particularly attracted his attention. After a few moments he decided that it was the whole being of him, his mysterious "bad boy" persona.

"Uhm, yeah please," he said tentatively. He reached his hand up thankfully and said, "Thanks mate." He realized that he used his British vernacular. He blushed a little and let out a quiet, embarrassed cough, catching it in the crook of his elbow. He was fully aware of how wrong this whole situation was. He was smoking on his way to a student's home. The worst part of it all was that he was terribly infatuated with this kid. He sighed internally

Max raised his eyebrows at Blaze's comment, but kept quiet. He took the cigarette and places it delicately between his lips. He then took the lighter and sparked the heat. Quickly, he took a deep breath in, savoring the warm smoke that slid down his throat and into his lungs. He held it in until he was on the verge of coughing. He then let thin trails of smoke float from between his slightly parted lips. His blue eyes followed their ascent into the sky lazily. Finally, he handed Blaze the lighter.

Yes ma'am! He has an accent

Max sat in the passenger seat, putting his bag on the floor next to his feet. He took another drag of the cigarette and blew the smoke outside before he closed the door. He then flashed a smile at Blaze and buckled his seatbelt. His heartbeat was slightly erratic as he thought about where he was headed, but he managed to keep a calm exterior. He thanked The Lord for the cigarette between his lips that calmed him and kept him from saying anything stupid.