For Maxxie (Sept. 7th)
They hadn't spoken in a few days.
He'd spent that time, every free moment, stubbornly not thinking about the boy who'd already managed to claim a hut just a short stroll from his, not thinking about his dead best friend. His dead ex-boyfriend, who wasn't quite so dead, anymore. He had things to fill the time-- his classes and his jobs, and the script he'd been idly working on, but back in Overland Park, Lionel would've been the one he would've sought out to talk about this kind of thing. In his absence, that person was Kate, and then, somewhere along the line, it had kind of become Maxxie. They weren't dating, and it wasn't like they spent all their time pouring their hearts out to each other, but more than anything, they were friends.
Which didn't explain why he'd waited so long to go looking for him, after Lionel fucking Trane showed up on the porch of the bakery. His fucking bakery. He'd been hesitating, for three days, telling himself it wasn't something he needed to make a big deal over. Telling himself there wasn't anything to say. But after ten minutes studying in the rec room, he'd snapped his book shut with a sigh, gotten to his feet and made his way down into the basement toward Maxxie's room.
He waited outside the curtain, knowing better than to just walk in. "Maxxie?" he called, reaching out to rustle the curtain with a faint smile. The curtains made it a little bit hard to knock.
He'd spent that time, every free moment, stubbornly not thinking about the boy who'd already managed to claim a hut just a short stroll from his, not thinking about his dead best friend. His dead ex-boyfriend, who wasn't quite so dead, anymore. He had things to fill the time-- his classes and his jobs, and the script he'd been idly working on, but back in Overland Park, Lionel would've been the one he would've sought out to talk about this kind of thing. In his absence, that person was Kate, and then, somewhere along the line, it had kind of become Maxxie. They weren't dating, and it wasn't like they spent all their time pouring their hearts out to each other, but more than anything, they were friends.
Which didn't explain why he'd waited so long to go looking for him, after Lionel fucking Trane showed up on the porch of the bakery. His fucking bakery. He'd been hesitating, for three days, telling himself it wasn't something he needed to make a big deal over. Telling himself there wasn't anything to say. But after ten minutes studying in the rec room, he'd snapped his book shut with a sigh, gotten to his feet and made his way down into the basement toward Maxxie's room.
He waited outside the curtain, knowing better than to just walk in. "Maxxie?" he called, reaching out to rustle the curtain with a faint smile. The curtains made it a little bit hard to knock.