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Max Thunderman sat in his lair on Halloween.

Usually he would have been stealing candy from Billy and Nora or perhaps taking evil lessons from Doctor Colossus, but this time he was just thinking, namely about what had happened the Halloween before. What he had said to that boy hadn't been a complete lie as everyone had thought. Actually, it was only partially a lie.

Taylor Hathaway was different than the other hot girls that he had met in his own school, or anywhere else for that matter. She had acted completely unimpressed with him from the start, not reacting at all to his subtle attempts to flirt with her, and instead had been pining after some dude that had turned out to be, in Max's eyes, inadequate.

The dude (Max couldn't even remember his name) was completely unaware of anything going on, it had seemed, and was in no way fit for Taylor. Taylor was smart, while he was dumber than a box of rocks. Taylor was kind, while he was border-lining sugary sweet. Taylor was beautiful, while he was average. They were completely different.

When Max had seen the way that she truly liked the dude though, he couldn't bring himself to point this out. In all actuality, in the time that he had been there he had come to like the girl, and seeing her so upset, especially over something he could fix, made him sad as well.

So he had told his half-lie to help her out, and then acted like it was all truth even when the only thing her wanted to do at that moment was grab her, kiss her, and show her who she should really be with. It had hurt him, yes, but it had made her happy, and that was enough.

He had found when he came home that he didn't want the dinner that his parents were planning on cooking, and, telling them that he was simply tired, he had gone to the lair instead and had sat there since save for going to school the next day and then coming back where he'd sat on his bed, trying his hardest to get the picture of her.

It wasn't working.

He groaned out loud. He couldn't get her out of his mind. Her smile, her laugh, her voice, the way that she had sounded so happy when she had thanked him before she went off with the other guy. It was all stuck, and he didn't have a way to get it out.

He pulled out his phone, checking the time. It was four o'clock in the evening, so she should be home from school already, meaning that he should be able to call her. She had given him her number before he left so they could keep in touch, and they had become really good friends since then.

He dialed the number quickly and put the phone to his ear while he waited for her to pick up. Two rings later she picked up. "H-Hi," she said. He could tell she had been crying and immediately was worried. "What happened?" he asked her. "Why are you upset?" "I-It's nothing," she said. He frowned. "It doesn't sound like nothing," he said. "What's wrong?"

She burst into tears again. "H-He cheated on m-me!" she sobbed. "I went into school today and f-found him making out with some girl in the bathroom! Why would he d-do that to me? H-He w-was so mad at m-me last y-year because h-he thought that I cheated s-so why did he?"

Anger surged through Max and he suddenly wanted to break the dude's nose. "Alright," he forced himself to say in a calm voice, or at least as calm a voice as he could muster. "I'm coming over there, I'll be there in a bit with a bucket of ice cream and we can just sit around for a bit. Does that sound good?"

"Y-Yeah," he heard from the other end of the line. "S-Sure." Right before he hung up though, he heard her speak again. "And Max? Thank you." He said a quick you're welcome before running upstairs. "Dad!" he called. "I need your help!" His dad looked over at him from his place on the couch. "What is it Max?" he asked tiredly.

"Can you please take me to the Hathaway's place in the Thundervan? I need to get to Taylor's quick. She needs help." "What's the problem?" asked his dad. "Why do you need to get there so fast?" "Because she needs me!" said Max. "Her boyfriend just cheated on her and she needs a friend there to help, so I told her I would come."

Thunderman sighed. "Fine," he said. "I'll drop you off there, and you can call me when you want to come home."

Max nodded quickly before he ran to the freezer, grabbed the ice cream along with two spoons, and stuffed them into his backpack and came back to the living room, where his dad was waiting with the keys. "Ready?" he asked. Max nodded hurriedly.

Five minutes later they were parked outside the Hathaway place. Without even so much as a 'goodbye' to his dad, Max ran up the front door and knocked. A second later, Taylor's mom answered the door and ushered him inside and he instantly made his way in the direction he knew that Taylor's room was in.

Max burst into the room to find Taylor sitting cross-legged on her bed, crying her eyes out. He quickly set his backpack down on the end of the bed and walked over to her before crawling into the bed next to her and putting his arms around her comfortingly and whispering comforting words into her ear.

The anger that he had felt earlier seemed to dissipate as he held her, comforting her, and eventually she stopped crying and took a deep breath before looking up at him. He stared into her chocolate colored eyes and, like all the other times, had to force himself not to get lost in them. "Thank you," she whispered up at him.

"You're welcome," he answered. The room was silent and Max could feel his heart pounding against his chest. "S-So, um," said Taylor, backing away from him just slightly. It was then that Max realized they had been nearly touching noses. "Do you want to watch that movie now? I could do with some ice cream."

He backed away a bit and got up off the bed to go to his backpack and get the ice cream and spoons while she got up to put in a movie. "What movie do you wanna watch?" she asked. He shrugged. "Um… How about the Mask?" "Alright then," she said, smiling that smile that always made his heart melt.

Pretty soon they sat in their normal position, with his arm wrapping around her shoulder as she snuggled into his side, each of them holding a spoon while they dug into the bucket of ice cream that he had refrozen with his breath. They sat in silence except for the movie, the lights turned off as they watched.

It was nearing the middle of the movie before they moved again from that position. They had already finished their ice cream. "Max," whispered Taylor from next to him. He looked down at her and saw that she was looking back up at him. "Yeah?" he whispered back gently.

"I'm sorry that I called you here," Taylor said. "I'm so happy that you're enough of a friend to me to come do this for me." Max smiled down at her. "I would do anything to help you," he said. "Any day, at anytime, anywhere." "Thanks," said Taylor quietly, looking down into her lap. "You don't know how much that means to me."

"Listen to me," said Max, gently but firmly, putting his forefinger onto her chin and pushing it up gently so that she was forced to meet his eyes. "You are my best friend. I have no problem helping you because you are so special to me. Don't you ever think you are imposing on anything to do with me, alright?"

Taylor nodded slightly. Max looked into her eyes a moment longer before his gaze absent-mindedly flicked to her lips and back to her eyes. Instantly he berated himself, but he couldn't stop it; he had tried too many times. He began to lean down, very slowly so that she knew what he was doing, and she began to lean up as both of their eyes closed.

His lips met hers a moment later, and all thoughts drifted away from everything going on around them. His hand reached up to cup her cheek as he repositioned himself so that she was practically on top of his lap. One of her hands reached up to bury itself in his hair while the other was placed in the middle of his chest.

The kiss was heated, full of everything that he had been feeling for her since the year before but had been too afraid to tell her. But soon he realized that they were going too fast, and decided that it was time to stop before something happened that he knew she wouldn't want.

He pulled back from her slowly and watched as her eyes fluttered open, exposing the brown eyes that he loved so much. Both of them were breathing deeply, and they simply looked at each other for a few moments before Max spoke.

"I'm sorry," he told her. "I shouldn't have done that, especially without asking you first, and with you just breaking up with your boyfriend and everything, and now you probably want me to leave, and–" He was cut off by the sound of Taylor's laughing. He looked at her with a frown. "What's so funny?"

Taylor took a deep breath and stopped laughing, though she still had a grin on her face. "I don't want you to leave!" she said. "I've liked you ever since you took up for me with that jerk last year! Of course, then I didn't think that he was so bad and you hadn't told me that you liked me so I figured that I should stay with the boyfriend I had and just be friends with you. God, now I feel so stupid!"

She laughed again and he started chuckling, and before they knew it they were both laughing harder than they had in a long time. Pretty soon they both fell backward on the bed, both with tears of laughter in their eyes, and their chests heaving as they took deep breaths as they tried to calm themselves.

When they finally calmed down enough to be able to talk, they each just lay there for a few moments before Max looked over at the TV. "The movie is still on," he said, grinning over at her. She smiled as well. "Ah," she said. "Screw the movie. It's not like we haven't seen it a million times anyway."

Max smiled and moved until he was positioned half laying over her, holding himself up using his arms as he loomed over her. Slowly he leaned down and kissed her lightly for a moment before he sat back up, but was still laying over her. "Do you want this?" he asked seriously. "Do you want us to be together? I'll stop right now if you want me to, and we never have to talk about it again. I promise."

Taylor leaned up a bit and kissed him chastely but quickly before pulling back. "I want to be with you, Max, with all my heart." Max smiled as he dipped down again and kissed her. As he did so, Taylor couldn't help but think back to what had happened between them in the past year and how they had already come this far.

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-Koinu