this is a little confusing!
but oh well!
song: the velourium camper ii: backend of forever - coheed and cambria.

but this isn't love

"Shit, shit, shit." Max fumbles for his key and she's pressed against the cracked, paint-covered wall. "Come on." This has got to be the first time in the history of the universe that the door to the apartment has been locked (and whose idea was that, anyway?). She moans or groans or mutters or something like that (and she's sexy when she does it, too), and presses her face into his neck.

This fucking door needs to open. Right now.

And he feels the key in his pocket and the door flies open before she has the chance to do that thing again. Thank God. "Why'd we have to come back up here, Max? Someone's gonna find us and then we're going to be screwed."

"Not if I get that out of the way right now…"

"No, really. I'd like to know why you're risking our relative secrecy." She plops down on the couch and gazes innocently at him. Like she doesn't know that he's using every bit of self control to keep off her at this moment.

"Well, I got in trouble last time. You know, that whole 'no fornicating on the pool table' rule." She laughs and he's had enough. Fuck self control, men have needs.

"Maaaaaax—"

"Yeah?"

"You're just— Oh, god." Her eyes widen.

Max smiles his devilish smile and prepares to remove some more articles of clothing (even though there isn't much left between the two of them), but he stops when he notices that her wide-eyed gaze, no longer directed at him, doesn't change for an extended period of time (about three seconds, retrospectively). "..What is it?"

She doesn't say anything, but he watches her eyes glaze over and he can almost hear her thoughts (well, if she's thinking the same thing as he is: "Shit."). He can pretty much tell, without even having to turn around, what's going on. He mentally assesses the situation.

One, an unexpected party has entered the apartment.

Two, there is a lot of nakedness in this room.

Three, well, this really, really sucks. But he doesn't really have a good idea of how much it sucks until he does turn around.

"This is a bad time, I guess?"

"Yeah, Jude, it's a bad time."

"Sorry, guys, I, uh, didn' know."

Max sighs and she buries her face in his chest, too embarrassed to tough it out through the current situation.

"Hey, Prudence."

"Jude."

"Sorry."

Max glares angrily after his friend, until he can no longer hear his footsteps on the never-ending staircase. He then tries to act as though nothing happened, casually saying, "Now, where were we?"

She exhales, rather loudly, and smiles through her eyelashes at him, but, despite her pseudo-seductive ways, Max has never felt so disgusted with and ashamed of himself as he does at that moment.

Fuck.

so forever let it go
forever let it burn

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