I don't own anything but a computer and my imagination. Alright? Alright. Slightly continues from the episode Cape Fear. As where is stated that as punishment, Phoebe needs to repair the roof, while Max watches. I suck at this crap forgive me!
"I know you're gloating, Max. So just make your comment and be done with it." Her voice echoed through the room. And contempt raised within that pure tone. She passed by him. Almost, not sparing him a glance. Though along the lines her hardened eyes flew to him. He was sitting there—lazily. Such smug smirk upon his handsome features. Gloating. She hated him for it. He watched, she swept on. Stupid girl. You're suppose to be clever. "I can't believe you faked hurting your butt." Now, finally she had shifted, facing him. The wooden planks within her hand almost knocking down the vase. She scarcely noticed. "Yeah, admit it, I'm a genius." His low voice erupted everything–she rolled her eyes at the arrogant features that appeared upon. "Right. No one can handle that genius mind of yours." Sarcasm dripped off of the poisonous words and this time, it was he who had to bite. He did. Throwing fire within. "You mean you can't." It was playful, daring. Intentions hidden in the lie. And oh how he'd deny it.
His brow was jerked now, cockily. Staring her down. Awaiting for a reaction maybe. And he had her. Like she couldn't resist. Because somehow, she had stopped again, dead within her tracks. And slowly, she shifted—turned, returning his gaze as words were floated within. Naive little phoebe, caught again within his web. "Please, Max. I can beat you at anything before you can launch that stupid rocket. — Besides I proved it already, during Math Bowl." He had risen now. Nearing slightly—his muscled body towering over. "Yeah, because I let you win." Now, finally, his cockiness had faltered. Replaced by confusion for her oblivious words. "No you didn't. I knew the answer." And oh how she couldn't lie. It didn't matter, she swept on, her feet dragging her near. "And this also proves I can handle all your evilness." Her free small hand had flung up now, waving within his face as gesture, he didn't believe. "Can you?" Again—he had overstepped. that boyish grin—smirk, not following along the lines. Because big brothers weren't suppose to smirk—watch, challenge, their sisters like that. Not when the intentions seemingly were sickened, wrong. And oh how he didn't give a crap.
"Yes I can." She muttered in confidence. Brows knitted as challenging eyes rested on him. Though, all changed, all fell, as he drew near—so close. His eyes, still watching. Daring her. And in a fraction of time, she could feel his shallow breath. Lips edging, brushing against her ear. It should have gnawed at her, it should've made her uncomfortable. Instead all it did was taking away a little of her shaky breaths, making her long for something, she didn't understand. "You're a bad liar, pheebs." His husky voice, made her tremble just merely. And he was away from that fragile body within an instant, while she still stood with shock. And though as he moved, winking so smugly at that flustered face, he still muttered cockily after. "See you tonight, dweeby. The park. Nine pm."
He knew, she'd have prove him wrong now. He had offered her the apple again. She bit, thoughtlessly. Like somehow, the poison was what saved her.