So this is my first fic that WILL NOT be a one shot. [[Yes, that means MORE than ONE chapter.

I'll update as soon as I can.

And remember: THIS IS MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT JUDE/MAX.

So REVIEW.

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When Jude had agreed to sketch Max, he had expected Max to be jumping around and challenge Jude. Jude did not expect Max to sit softly in one place, and actually pose. And it wasn't a silly pose, it was a real pose. Max just sat cross-legged on the couch, staring off into space, hair falling into his face...Jude quickly realized that drawing Max would be nothing like drawing Lucy. When he sketched Lucy, it didn't take much effort. He just drew the outline of her body, a smiling face, and long flowing hair. Those were his easiest sketches. But Max...Max was different. Jude realized that he would actually have to go into detail, from his scrawny features, to his piercing blue eyes. Jude was glad Max had shaved his mustache, one less tough detail to deal with.

After finishing the rest of the details, Jude finally came to the toughest of them all: Max's eyes. Jude never could think of the right words to describe them. They just sent shiver's down his spine. They were unnerving. And as Max stared off into space, Jude watched his eyes, blue and shocking. Jude just kept staring at them, not even sketching, until he realized that those blue eyes were looking right back at him.

"Almost done? I can only stay still for so long." Max said with a smile, which illuminated his eyes. Jude quickly added that smile into the drawing. It was something everyone should expirience, even if only on paper.

"Quiet, I'm almost finished." Jude said, smiling a little bit but staying focused on the drawing. "I'm just trying to get your eyes right."

"Oh, Judey." Max said, smirking. After a moment or two in silence, he said, "Hm. I have a question for you."

"And that would be?" Jude looked up at him, smirking right back.

"Has anyone ever sketched you, Feeney?" Max asked, crossing his arms.

"You mean, like, somebody else drawing while I posed?" Jude shook his head. "Ha, never."

"Never say never." Max held out his hands, gesturing at the art supplies. "I want to draw you."

Jude didn't know how to respond. Then again, it wasn't the first time anyone ever asked this. Lucy actually tried to sketch him often, although he always said that she was the muse, and he was the artist. But he never expected Max to ask. And he never actually thought that Max would even want to. Max often surprised him, though.

"Max, you don't want to. You'll get bored easily, I know you." Jude said, trying to find a way out of this. The truth was, when anybody is sketching somebody else, they truly see that person for who they are. Jude didn't want to be so easily figured out. Especially by Max.

"C'mon." Max batted his eyelashes. "I mean, you're just so handsome. I must draw you."

Jude sighed. "Aw, shit." He smiled at Max. "Fine, okay. Why not?"

They both stood up and switched their spots. Max settled into the chair that was directly across from Jude on the couch, who simply settled in and smiled at Max. "Okay, sketch away."

Max held the pencil between his fingers and examined Jude for a moment. Where could he start? He drew a circle on the paper, which was supposed to be Jude's face.

What the fuck am I? A four year old? Max thought, and quickly erased it. Finally, he looked back at Jude, who's eyes were intently staring at him. Max couldn't help get lost in Jude's chocolate eyes. They were so inviting and warm. Max realized why Lucy was always talking about those eyes.

And for awhile, they just stared at each other. Max's eyes quickly shifted to look at Jude's lips, thin and pink. He blushed. No, no, no. What the hell am I thinking? Max blinked and swallowed deep, trying to look away from Jude's intent stare, who wasn't about to back down so easily. He's my best friend. Not only that, he's my sister's boyfriend.

"Max?" Jude said with a wide smile. "Is there a problem?"

What Max wanted to say?

Stop fucking toying with me, Jude. You know exactly what's on my mind.

What Max actually said?

"Shut up, and let me sketch you."

But Max couldn't sketch. He tried to capture Jude's essence on the paper, but all he kept drawing was chicken scratch. Or chicken shit, if you asked Max. He kept feeling Jude's gaze on him, and Max wanted to stare at him back, but he knew if he did, he might say (or do) things that Max should never, ever say (or do) to Jude.

Twenty minutes later, Lucy walked into the apartment and smiled. "Nice to know what got accomplished today."

"I've think I've found my thing." Max said, walking over to Lucy. He watched as Jude stood up and hugged Lucy. Max couldn't believe that he was actually feeling jealous. "Well, I'd love to stay and take care of you lovebirds, but I've got to go pick up something."

"Well, actually, I was planning on inviting you to dinner tonight. I mean, it's been awhile since the three of us have hung out together, and I was going to make your favorite, Max: Mac-n-cheese." Lucy smiled at Max. "C'mon. Please?"

Max hugged her. "Fine, but do you need me to pick anything up from the store? I mean," Max looked around the kitchen. "We seem to be lacking liquor."

Lucy smiled and nodded. "I'll start cooking."

As Max was about to walk out of the apartment, Jude jumped up. "I'm gonna go with Max. I need some air."

So Jude and Max walked out of the apartment, awkwardly and silently. Finally, Max said, "So what the hell was that about?"

"Hmm?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about Jude. Stop playing these games." Max stopped walking abruptly and crossed his arms.

Jude looked at the ground, then back up into Max's eyes, leaning in closer to Max. "We both know what I want to say. If it's not completely obvious." He shifted backwards a bit. "But there are also some people who could get hurt. And some situations could get messy. So let's just never talk about it again, and pretend like we don't have these...er..."

"No need to continue." Max smiled a bit. "I get it. We'll just pretend that it's nothing."

Both of them knew that there was something more. And neither of them could pretend like it was nothing. Whether or not Jude said it aloud, it was obvious that there was something about Max that Jude needed to figure out. And there was something about Jude that Max needed to figure out. Whether it was how Jude wanted to know what was behind Max's blue eyes, or how Max wanted to know what Jude's pink lips felt like, they just needed to know more about each other.

But "pretend" like it was nothing.