my first time writing Max/Roxanne!
Another request from deviantart, who wanted either Scarlet or Max/Roxanne, so I decided to combine the two. My first time writing this pairing!
Max couldn’t understand why his father found so much joy in their crummy lives. They were washing windows and cleaning up garbage outside of an aging library, yet Goofy acted like he was having the time of his life. He hummed as he moved the old wet rag up and down the grimy windows, not having a care in the world. It irritated Max for many reasons. Just because they were lower class, they couldn’t find better jobs than cleaning up what someone else had ruined, and yet Goofy didn’t treat this as an act of degradation. There was also the fact that the pay for this job would be very minimal. It could have also just been that Max was a growing teenager, and like many teenagers, was looking for the excuse to be the opposite of his parent.
But pouting faces and grumbling about mismatched fathers wasn’t going to make the job go any faster. Pushing a long broom against the ground, Max tried to preoccupy himself with thoughts of future inventions, but that just led him back to thinking about the one that had gotten away. It had been almost perfect - a mechanical butterfly that could serve as a hidden recorder! But thanks to his father, the device had flown out the window into who knows where. Max supposed he could just try to make another one, but it still annoyed him all the same. He could see the final result so clearly in his mind…
… Then he realized he wasn’t seeing it in his mind, but the butterfly had in fact just flown past him. Shaking his head to make sure the image was real, he stared as the mechanical bug kept going. He threw away the broom, ignoring the startled questioning of his father, and began to run after the device. Judging from the butterfly’s zigzagging and shaking, it was running out of steam, and would soon be unable to fly. This would be the perfect opportunity to catch it! He was so invested in going after his creation that he didn’t notice someone else was going after it.
“Got you!” he shouted triumphantly as his hand clasped around the object, but at the same time, someone had also made a grab for it, and Max wound up having their hand in his hand. “Hey, let go!” He violently shoved the opposing person towards him to try and make them let go. “Do you have any idea how hard I worked to make-”
He was cut off by a pair of gorgeous wide eyes. Any further attempts at speech were lodged away because it turned out this girl had latched onto was gorgeous from head to toe. Those grass green eyes were a perfect counterpart to her orange hair that comfortably laid itself on her shoulders. She was around his age, if he had to make a guess, and from the state of her attire, with trimmed lace and not a speck of dirt on them, she was a higher class of girl. She was impossibly pretty, Max thought, as he could not find a flaw on her. She even had a delicate beauty mark on her cheek, as if her creator was desperately trying to make a flaw on her, and instead made her look even better.
Now Max had nothing against pretty girls. He liked to look at them as they cross different paths on this street. However, he had never been this close to one, and in fact these two were so close, a good breeze could have sent her head against his and made them kiss. He wouldn’t have minded that, but such things were probably not a good start when he didn’t even know her name. As it was, they stared at each other stupidly for some seconds.
“Um.” She finally spoke up, and her voice was just as pretty as the rest of her, to no surprise of Max’s. “My hand hurts.”
“Oh!” Max fumbled, trying to release her hand without damaging or releasing the butterfly, which now somehow required using both of his hands and continuously touching hers accidentally. “Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Let me just…” It took several more embarrassing seconds, but eventually she was freed and he was holding his now slightly mangled device.
The girl leaned over to inspect the damage. “Is it broken?” She sounded concerned, perhaps apologetic if Max was hearing right.
“It’s not too bad.” He flipped the bug over, and to his relief that most of the damage was just in the looks and not in important sections. “I can have this up and moving in minutes… but it does need more water. It converts the water into steam, so it can fly by the…” He stopped himself, wondering why he thought that babbling about technology would interest any female, especially one above his class. Yet when he looked at her face, she was looking back with expectancy, waiting for him to go on.
When he didn’t, she spoke again. “That’s really amazing! Did you make this all by yourself?” She lightly poked one of its wings, and he saw her hands were encased in black lacy gloves. “I found it on my windowsill the other day, but it got out of my room this morning. I was looking everywhere for it.”
Max felt a swell of pride brewing in his chest. “Ah, this is nothing. I could make a million in my sleep. In fact, why don’t I fix it up, then you can keep it?” he was surprised at the words flying out of his mouth. Hadn’t he just been stewing over it being lost? Why was he handing it over so easily? It couldn’t just be because of this girl’s emerald eyes or her lovely flowing locks. There had to be some logical reasoning behind his brain malfunctioning.
She appeared to be just as confused as she pulled her hand back. “Oh, I couldn’t , it belongs to you. But that’s really nice of you anyway.” She smiled up at him, somehow, for some undetermined reason, that just made her all the prettier. Why did an act of moving muscle make this girl so much more beautiful, when in all reality nothing had changed? Max couldn’t understand it but found himself smiling back. She then stepped back, took her dress into her hands, and curtseyed. “My name is Roxanne.”
Why was a girl like that being so polite to a boy like him? The more time he spent with her, the more illogical she became. This was normally why he didn’t like interacting with people, and preferred to work on his inventions. Gears and steam worked according to plan, while people were unpredictable. For her, he didn’t mind as much. He scratched the back of his head, not knowing what physical gesture to give in return. “Uh… I’m Max.” Come to think of it, why was she being so nice to him? The more money people had, the ruder they were. She was almost treating him like an equal, but the idea was laughable.
“It’s nice to meet you, Max.” She stood up straight, hands in front of her. “Have you made anything else like that? I’d love to see them.”
“Why?” Max regretted it the moment the words left his mouth, and visibly winced from the awkwardness of the question. For a boy whose intelligence towered many his age, she had the ability to turn him into a fool quite easily. “I… I mean…”
She still didn’t mind, and shrugged one shoulder. “I just think it’s pretty cool. I was up almost all night looking this thing over!” Again, she delicately poked the butterfly’s wings, gently tracing the faint design. “I’ve never seen anything like it in my entire life. It made me wonder if you’ve done anything else like this, because they have to be pretty cool too.” Her fingers didn’t leave his hands and he felt no inclination to move them.
“Well.” He clicked his tongue to his cheek, his ego taking in all it could from these compliments. “I guess… maybe, sometime, I could show you some of my stuff. It’d… be nice to get a second opinion on it, from someone who appreciates this kind of thing.” He didn’t realize his fingers had begun to curl around hers, and frankly didn’t care.
“That’d be fun.” With her free hand, she brushed some of her hair off her face, and they happily gazed into each other’s eyes for an unusual amount of time. Max suddenly found himself caring less and less about the illogical fallacies about the situation, and more and more about her shimmering green eyes. He could have been content to stay all day like this.
“There ya are, Maxy!”
It figured the most embarrassing aspect of his life would come to ruin this moment. Max jerked his head behind him, and saw his father running in their direction. In that instant Max suddenly remembered how big and silly his teeth looked, how filthy he was, how tattered his clothes were, and floods of humiliation threatened to drown him. Roxanne drew her hand back just in time for Goofy slap down on Max’s shoulder. “I was wonderin’ where ya went off ta! Had me scared silly!”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Roxanne apologetically stepped back. “I didn’t know I was keeping you from something.”
“Aw, it’s okay!” Goofy laughed with that traditional ‘a-hyuck’ that Max dreaded. “It’s always good for Maxy ta be out makin’ friends!” he stuck his thumb to his chest by way of introduction. “Everyone calls me Goofy, and this here’s my son!”
Roxanne repeated her curtseying motion, naming herself again, making Max worryingly wonder if she did that to everyone and making him feel less special about their meeting. “I’m Roxanne. I was just admiring Max’s handiwork. It’s wonderful!”
Goofy leaned over his son’s shoulder to get a look at the device.”Say, ain’t that your butter-ma-thing-a-ma-bob that I let out? Ya got it back! Aw, that’s just great!” He pat Max’s hat, as the son continued to plead silently for lightening to strike. “But we still got a job ta do! Ya can talk ta yer friends all ya want after we get paid! Gives ya a reason ta work even harder!” He forcibly turned max back around, but tipped his hat to Roxanne. “Thanks fer helpin’ him out, Miss!”
“You’re welcome.” She held up a hand and waved cheerily to both dogs as they started to walk off. “It was nice meeting the both of you! Show me the rest when you can, Max!”
Max took a quick glance at her, and then, with pinking cheeks, kept his eyes straight forward. Something wonderfully momentous had just happened, but for the life of him he didn’t know what. He stuffed the butterfly into his pocket, trying to blink out the memory of her eyes, but it didn’t work.
Once they were out of her sight and hearing, Goofy let go of his son, and whistled once. “She was awful purdy, wasn’t she?”
Back to his normal routine, max felt an urge to disobey his father, even if it meant outright lying. “Really? I hadn’t noticed.”
Max couldn’t understand why his father found so much joy in their crummy lives. They were washing windows and cleaning up garbage outside of an aging library, yet Goofy acted like he was having the time of his life. He hummed as he moved the old wet rag up and down the grimy windows, not having a care in the world. It irritated Max for many reasons. Just because they were lower class, they couldn’t find better jobs than cleaning up what someone else had ruined, and yet Goofy didn’t treat this as an act of degradation. There was also the fact that the pay for this job would be very minimal. It could have also just been that Max was a growing teenager, and like many teenagers, was looking for the excuse to be the opposite of his parent.
But pouting faces and grumbling about mismatched fathers wasn’t going to make the job go any faster. Pushing a long broom against the ground, Max tried to preoccupy himself with thoughts of future inventions, but that just led him back to thinking about the one that had gotten away. It had been almost perfect - a mechanical butterfly that could serve as a hidden recorder! But thanks to his father, the device had flown out the window into who knows where. Max supposed he could just try to make another one, but it still annoyed him all the same. He could see the final result so clearly in his mind…
… Then he realized he wasn’t seeing it in his mind, but the butterfly had in fact just flown past him. Shaking his head to make sure the image was real, he stared as the mechanical bug kept going. He threw away the broom, ignoring the startled questioning of his father, and began to run after the device. Judging from the butterfly’s zigzagging and shaking, it was running out of steam, and would soon be unable to fly. This would be the perfect opportunity to catch it! He was so invested in going after his creation that he didn’t notice someone else was going after it.
“Got you!” he shouted triumphantly as his hand clasped around the object, but at the same time, someone had also made a grab for it, and Max wound up having their hand in his hand. “Hey, let go!” He violently shoved the opposing person towards him to try and make them let go. “Do you have any idea how hard I worked to make-”
He was cut off by a pair of gorgeous wide eyes. Any further attempts at speech were lodged away because it turned out this girl had latched onto was gorgeous from head to toe. Those grass green eyes were a perfect counterpart to her orange hair that comfortably laid itself on her shoulders. She was around his age, if he had to make a guess, and from the state of her attire, with trimmed lace and not a speck of dirt on them, she was a higher class of girl. She was impossibly pretty, Max thought, as he could not find a flaw on her. She even had a delicate beauty mark on her cheek, as if her creator was desperately trying to make a flaw on her, and instead made her look even better.
Now Max had nothing against pretty girls. He liked to look at them as they cross different paths on this street. However, he had never been this close to one, and in fact these two were so close, a good breeze could have sent her head against his and made them kiss. He wouldn’t have minded that, but such things were probably not a good start when he didn’t even know her name. As it was, they stared at each other stupidly for some seconds.
“Um.” She finally spoke up, and her voice was just as pretty as the rest of her, to no surprise of Max’s. “My hand hurts.”
“Oh!” Max fumbled, trying to release her hand without damaging or releasing the butterfly, which now somehow required using both of his hands and continuously touching hers accidentally. “Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Let me just…” It took several more embarrassing seconds, but eventually she was freed and he was holding his now slightly mangled device.
The girl leaned over to inspect the damage. “Is it broken?” She sounded concerned, perhaps apologetic if Max was hearing right.
“It’s not too bad.” He flipped the bug over, and to his relief that most of the damage was just in the looks and not in important sections. “I can have this up and moving in minutes… but it does need more water. It converts the water into steam, so it can fly by the…” He stopped himself, wondering why he thought that babbling about technology would interest any female, especially one above his class. Yet when he looked at her face, she was looking back with expectancy, waiting for him to go on.
When he didn’t, she spoke again. “That’s really amazing! Did you make this all by yourself?” She lightly poked one of its wings, and he saw her hands were encased in black lacy gloves. “I found it on my windowsill the other day, but it got out of my room this morning. I was looking everywhere for it.”
Max felt a swell of pride brewing in his chest. “Ah, this is nothing. I could make a million in my sleep. In fact, why don’t I fix it up, then you can keep it?” he was surprised at the words flying out of his mouth. Hadn’t he just been stewing over it being lost? Why was he handing it over so easily? It couldn’t just be because of this girl’s emerald eyes or her lovely flowing locks. There had to be some logical reasoning behind his brain malfunctioning.
She appeared to be just as confused as she pulled her hand back. “Oh, I couldn’t , it belongs to you. But that’s really nice of you anyway.” She smiled up at him, somehow, for some undetermined reason, that just made her all the prettier. Why did an act of moving muscle make this girl so much more beautiful, when in all reality nothing had changed? Max couldn’t understand it but found himself smiling back. She then stepped back, took her dress into her hands, and curtseyed. “My name is Roxanne.”
Why was a girl like that being so polite to a boy like him? The more time he spent with her, the more illogical she became. This was normally why he didn’t like interacting with people, and preferred to work on his inventions. Gears and steam worked according to plan, while people were unpredictable. For her, he didn’t mind as much. He scratched the back of his head, not knowing what physical gesture to give in return. “Uh… I’m Max.” Come to think of it, why was she being so nice to him? The more money people had, the ruder they were. She was almost treating him like an equal, but the idea was laughable.
“It’s nice to meet you, Max.” She stood up straight, hands in front of her. “Have you made anything else like that? I’d love to see them.”
“Why?” Max regretted it the moment the words left his mouth, and visibly winced from the awkwardness of the question. For a boy whose intelligence towered many his age, she had the ability to turn him into a fool quite easily. “I… I mean…”
She still didn’t mind, and shrugged one shoulder. “I just think it’s pretty cool. I was up almost all night looking this thing over!” Again, she delicately poked the butterfly’s wings, gently tracing the faint design. “I’ve never seen anything like it in my entire life. It made me wonder if you’ve done anything else like this, because they have to be pretty cool too.” Her fingers didn’t leave his hands and he felt no inclination to move them.
“Well.” He clicked his tongue to his cheek, his ego taking in all it could from these compliments. “I guess… maybe, sometime, I could show you some of my stuff. It’d… be nice to get a second opinion on it, from someone who appreciates this kind of thing.” He didn’t realize his fingers had begun to curl around hers, and frankly didn’t care.
“That’d be fun.” With her free hand, she brushed some of her hair off her face, and they happily gazed into each other’s eyes for an unusual amount of time. Max suddenly found himself caring less and less about the illogical fallacies about the situation, and more and more about her shimmering green eyes. He could have been content to stay all day like this.
“There ya are, Maxy!”
It figured the most embarrassing aspect of his life would come to ruin this moment. Max jerked his head behind him, and saw his father running in their direction. In that instant Max suddenly remembered how big and silly his teeth looked, how filthy he was, how tattered his clothes were, and floods of humiliation threatened to drown him. Roxanne drew her hand back just in time for Goofy slap down on Max’s shoulder. “I was wonderin’ where ya went off ta! Had me scared silly!”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Roxanne apologetically stepped back. “I didn’t know I was keeping you from something.”
“Aw, it’s okay!” Goofy laughed with that traditional ‘a-hyuck’ that Max dreaded. “It’s always good for Maxy ta be out makin’ friends!” he stuck his thumb to his chest by way of introduction. “Everyone calls me Goofy, and this here’s my son!”
Roxanne repeated her curtseying motion, naming herself again, making Max worryingly wonder if she did that to everyone and making him feel less special about their meeting. “I’m Roxanne. I was just admiring Max’s handiwork. It’s wonderful!”
Goofy leaned over his son’s shoulder to get a look at the device.”Say, ain’t that your butter-ma-thing-a-ma-bob that I let out? Ya got it back! Aw, that’s just great!” He pat Max’s hat, as the son continued to plead silently for lightening to strike. “But we still got a job ta do! Ya can talk ta yer friends all ya want after we get paid! Gives ya a reason ta work even harder!” He forcibly turned max back around, but tipped his hat to Roxanne. “Thanks fer helpin’ him out, Miss!”
“You’re welcome.” She held up a hand and waved cheerily to both dogs as they started to walk off. “It was nice meeting the both of you! Show me the rest when you can, Max!”
Max took a quick glance at her, and then, with pinking cheeks, kept his eyes straight forward. Something wonderfully momentous had just happened, but for the life of him he didn’t know what. He stuffed the butterfly into his pocket, trying to blink out the memory of her eyes, but it didn’t work.
Once they were out of her sight and hearing, Goofy let go of his son, and whistled once. “She was awful purdy, wasn’t she?”
Back to his normal routine, max felt an urge to disobey his father, even if it meant outright lying. “Really? I hadn’t noticed.”