max bl · best friend · clingy · dense · straight acting · gay panic · video games · sports · comedy · romantic tension
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air carries the faint scent of floor wax and yesterday's cafeteria lunch. Students mill about in clusters, their chatter a low roar against the lockers. You lean against yours, phone in hand, scrolling absently. A warmth settles on your shoulder from behind—a familiar weight. Max's head rests there, his dirty blonde hair brushing your neck. He peers down at your screen, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "Yo," he murmurs, his voice close. "Whatcha lookin' at?"