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analogthis) wrote2030-01-26 08:00 pm
analogthis) wrote2030-01-26 08:00 pm
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I died at him flashbanging himself lmfao
It shouldn't bother me so much that he's ignoring me now. I should be happy that he's not parading around the fact he took my virginity or anything. It's better this way, right? To just pretend nothing ever happened and keep going on with our lives? (Yes, Max, it is. And yet you're STILL obsessing over him. You're the worst.)
Jesus. I can barely look Chloe in the eye while I'm doing all this stupid pining. The only person I've been able to talk to about it (minus the detail of WHO, of course) is Dana. Kind of a surprising friendship I guess but I have Nathan and his "god forbid anyone see me show a human emotion besides anger" tendencies to thank for that. Fuck toxic masculinity.
Seriously tho, it did really affect me to see him crying, and NOT in a bad way. I guess it helped make him seem more approachable... Vulnerable, and human, and not at all what people always think he is. Even if I'm still not sure exactly what prompted the tears. There's something deeper there, I think. Just wish he'd give me the chance to figure it out, to figure HIM out.
I know I've said it before, but maybe these powers are meant for him, too. Maybe destiny has him, me, and Chloe all wound up together for a reason. If Nathan shooting her was some kind of cry for help, then maybe I'm meant to BE that help.
...Or maybe I'm just stupid and hormonal because he's the first person to ever touch me and make me come, and everything else is just excuses, excuses. I mean, I can't exactly lie to myself, I do still think about sex with him.
[The first page ends with that. There's a surprisingly well done doodle of Nathan at her windowsill, holding Lisa. Lisa has little red marks like an anime blush, and there's a sticker that says "*SWOON*" at the top. On the side of the page are a couple of scribbled out plant puns she'd tried out, a few that ended up going into the pictures of Lisa she ended up sending him, and a few crossed out where she'd dismissed them for whatever reason.
The page directly opposite:]
I never in my wildest dreams ever thought I'd have PHONE sex with someone. But it was like my body jolted alive talking to him about what we'd done and what he wanted to do to me. Like he pulled the lever and the lightning struck, and suddenly I'm waking from the dead. FrankenMax. Maxenstein? Frankenstein's Maxster? ...that's SO dumb.
It would almost feel better if it was all about the sex, though. It's not. I want to hold his hand again, too. I want to sit in his lap. I REALLY want to take photos of him. A photo of him in his element taking the pictures he takes best. If he'd ever let me do that. I want to see the expression on his face when he's taking his photos, what that moment of inspiration looks like on him. I bet it's beautiful.
It's killing me I didn't take a photo of him while he was in my room, when the feeling was overwhelming. Then I'd at least have THAT now, even if I never get to have him again.
[That's all she wrote.]
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in the end, he feels like shit. like overindulging in food, it was good at the moment, but the aftermath leaves him feeling in need of a shower and a weight-loss smoothie.
she really believes in this 'powers' thing; that's the easier takeaway. addressing how much she cares about him is harder, even if there's a weird sense of pride in his ability to get her off. most guys say they can, but victoria says she fakes it every time. this doesn't sound like max is faking it. if he can ever find a way to get over the 'feelings' of it all, he'd want to have sex with her again, and again, and again—
he snaps the book closed, unable to balance the horny thoughts with the soft ones. better to forget he'd ever seen anything. as if he's going to be able to erase a line like 'frankenstein's maxster'. he snorts to himself. she's such a dork. a dork that likes him. a dork who he likes—
he considers driving straight to the hospital, but he makes a stop at his dorm first. he checks his secret phone, makes sure no one needs him, that jefferson doesn't have orders for him. nothing seems important, but he sends a text to max, by which he means himself: )
it's nathan
omw
borrowed someones phone
lol
( smooth. real smooth. the only other texts from this number were vague 'hello' texts to ensure that the burner actually worked. he's smart enough not to have the number saved.
before leaving, he tosses some clean clothes into a bag, in case max wants to change after being at the hospital all night. he doesn't have any girl clothes lying around, so she's going to have to be okay with sweatpants and a t-shirt. and boxers. girls wear those sometimes, right?
...god, he's got no idea how to do this.
he leaves, bag on his shoulder, embarrassed by his own sincerity. )
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[Nosy Max is nosy. He's got texts from this number before but seriously no indication at all of who it is. Which could be weird or could just indicate he doesn't care about this person, which is fairly likely anyway.]
you can just use mine since you have it now
passcode is 1111
[He probably could have just tried that himself and been successful. Not a very secure passcode, but then she doesn't feel like she's got a lot to hide on her phone.
Though the text chat with Chloe does reveal that Max pulled a gun on Frank. And the text chat with Warren reveals she turned him down when he asked her to the drive-in. And apparently kissed Chloe once?
Okay, maybe some of the stuff is slightly more revealing than she's thinking it is.
If he snoops at all, her texts with her parents also reveals she just had a birthday last month. She's texted Kate about a tea date, no boys allowed. Texts with Dana include times to meet up and movie suggestions, almost entirely romcoms. Her notes app is almost entirely dedicated to class notes... with some passwords to other things spotted throughout. Her login to her favorite camera site, to her Facebook, to her school email.
Her camera roll is sparse, mainly used to remember things - pictures taken of class white boards, signs, posters, etc. Clearly she's not gonna waste expensive vintage Polaroid film on that kind of stuff.]
drive safely, please! <3
[In the end, she hadn't felt the need to escape the hospital. She also really did kind of want to be there when Nathan came back. Oh. Also he has her stuff.
She's allowed to refuse any tests or treatments, so long as she signs things saying she's going against doctor's orders or whatever. They tell her she's dehydrated though so keep the IV going. She allows them to do simple things like check her heart and her nasal cavity (she did have a nosebleed), and she grudgingly acquiesces to their demand for a urine sample (she does kind of want it on the record that there were no drugs in her system, just alcohol). That's fun. At least Nathan was gone while she had to do that.]
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nosy
( he briefly considered making up a student, but their school is so small, it'd be one of his more obvious lies.
it feels early to be exchanging phone passwords. that sort of thing ought to be done after the fourth date, or so he assumes. relationships don't exactly exist on strict timelines, and they're not even in a "relationship" anyway. not really. it's a matter of circumstance that left max with his phone and nathan with hers. and he'd snooped enough by reading her diary; he doesn't plan on reading more. )
ok mom
lol
( ...
maybe he'll check her playlists, but that's it. and only at stop signs. he's not going to pull over the car for the sake of digging for dirt, not when max is alone in hospital. priorities, or whatever.
he'll snoop on her phone later while she's asleep like a normal person.
once he arrives, it's easy enough to find his way up to where they have her housed for the time being. not serious enough to keep her here forever, but they still plan on waiting on the results of some tests before letting her go. )
Still good?
( he sets her bag on the bed beside her before dropping his own more carelessly in the seat set aside for visitors. ) They say what happened? Why, I mean?
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[Once ber bag is set down, she's immediately rifling through it, only stopping to sort of absent-mindedly hand Nathan his own phone back. She still has his jacket on and makes no move to give it back yet.]
Dehydration. Stress. That's all they've been able to figure out.
[Especially what with Max refusing any sort of brain scan. At least she allowed them to do blood tests, but so far those haven't shown anything out of the ordinary either.
She sighs as she sets her journal in her lap first, then carefully cradles her camera as she lifts it out of the bag... and watches a photo she hadn't taken fall down from it and onto her journal, face-down.
Curious, she picks it up to get a good look at it. It's the picture Nathan took in his truck.]
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( the thing that may or may not exist, according to both her words, her demonstration, and her journal.
the photo is terrible, a nathan-shaped ball of light. his face is thoroughly blotted out by the flash, but his arms holding the camera are recognizable enough, along with his dashboard and the view from the driver's seat. he feels himself die as she inspects it. )
That's— it's stupid. Just wanted to see if your camera, you know, wasn't broken. You were all freaked out and shit. Throw it away.
( he makes a grab for it, red-faced. )
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She quickly holds the photo against the center of her chest with both hands so he can't grab it from her.]
No way! You used my expensive analog film, that means I get to keep what you took with it. Those are the rules.
[Her smile is wide, and she takes another glance at the photo with an unmasked, soft look.
It's a terrible picture. But so sweet of him to do. She needs this. A reminder, he cares about her feelings. She looks back at him and his adorably red face.]
Thank you for checking for me. And... yes. It's definitely the other thing. It's happened before under similar circumstances.
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( but, really, she can have it. she doesn't have to look so smitten by it, though. you can't even see his face — which is arguably his best feature. )
Never heard anything about you fainting around the school. ( he shoves his bag aside so he can sink into the chair. they've had a long night; max is hooked to an IV, and nathan is begining to think time travel might be real. it won't be long before he falls asleep. ) You sneaking off to pass out in secret, or what?
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Not at school. I was with Chloe.
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Seriously? God, you're obsessed. You're worse than Vic...
( ...when it comes to selfies, at least.
it doesn't escape him that she's been time travelling with chloe. maybe chloe should the one to be here with her, not him. )
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She takes the photo that gets spit out and gently places her camera back in her bag, and her bag on the floor, before shifting around in bed again and laying down to face Nathan this time, leaving the Polaroid on top of the covers to develop.]
You'll get used to it. Are you even comfortable in that chair?
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( treating the hospital with hotel rules. this is fine. )
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[Only maybe if it was a bit bigger she could convince Nathan to come lay down with her in it. She's had a lot of time to imagine what that would have been like, after he ran off that night and didn't stay to sleep in her bed like he'd acted like he'd wanted.]
...had to use your phone to call my parents and convince them I didn't need to come home. They might end up calling you later. I told them not to, but you helped me and they have your number, so it's kind of out of my hands now.
[Her speaking is getting steadily softer and slower, her own exhaustion catching up with her.]