Disclaimer: Same as always.
Summary: I know you. Max's thoughts on Maxxie after Russia.
I know you.
I know that you believe everyone is beautiful in their own way. I know that your right eyebrow goes down when you're confused, I know that you're sensitive but you always give people more chances than they deserve. I know that you hold your hands together when you're undecided and that you keep your eyes and face low when you're disappointed. I not only know how fantastic a dancer, singer, actor and artist you are, but I think I know why. You love to dance, act and sing, because they're ways of expressing yourself whilst behind the safety of a mask. You draw because you need a distraction; you want to get things out of your head and onto paper. I know that you lean your head forwards when you're mad. I know that you're sorry, you're always sorry for something, whether it is being gay, getting mad, hurting someone. I know that you're fiercely loyal, and tough. You're truthful, but will keep a secret if it means helping or not hurting someone. And you're forgiving, more than you should be.
I know that you get a dimple on your right cheek when you smile. I know that you are gay, and I don't hold it against you. I know you don't want to be used and I know you don't think you'll find that person, the one that understands you completely. But I know that you will. Maybe you already have. I know you like me, but you would never have let me give you head if you hadn't been drunk, for the same reason nothing will happen between us again; you don't want to hurt Michelle, and you don't want to hurt yourself. Yes, I even know you think I'll hurt you, but believe me, I wouldn't. I know all about you.
I know you and I love you.
Note: SMUT. I know. Sorry. Forgiveness? Reviews? Anything?