Title: The Bass Family Picture Show
Author: Shelby
Summary: One-Shots of hidden moments Breakfast at the Basses did not reveal, to hold readers over for the hopefully short-termed hiatus. Chuck and Blair in married life with Charlie and Max, maybe even little Ephram as well.
A/N: A few readers asked for some younger Max/Andrea. While they weren't really friends like Lex/Charlie they do have moments. Here's one of them in sixth grade. I hope you enjoy it!
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Max lounged on the couch, sandwiched between two eighth grade girls. He wasn't sure what their names were, but that didn't really matter. Obviously he didn't have to work hard if they came to him so easily and he was only in seventh grade. Older guys were jealous and all the girls wanted him. Was he in need of a reality check? Not at all, in his opinion.
He felt the blonde girl to his right start to place kisses in the crook of his neck. Max smirked to himself and wove his arm around her back from behind; ready to move in for some more action. But then he was interrupted.
"Max, take me home!" Andrea shouted from behind him. She pushed her tiny fists into his back and then shook his shoulders.
"Hey," the blonde girl whined and shot her a glare. She unhooked herself from Max and turned as if to attack.
Max rolled his eyes and held up his hand. "One moment ladies," he sighed and turned around, "Get someone else to take you home, Archibald. It's not like we came here together."
It was then he noticed the tears in her eyes. Andrea had her arms wrapped around herself and was shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
He got up from the seat, leaving the girls, and walked around the couch. "What's wrong?" Max asked. He put one hand on her arm and the other slipped around to her back.
"Paige Farber poured her drink all down my back. Charlie and Sarah went home an hour ago. I have no other way. Just get me out of here. Please," Andrea begged. She moved closer to him.
Max didn't respond immediately, but instead turned her around. Sure enough there was a bright red liquid stained all down the back of her Marc Jacobs Organza and lace, gold dress. It was gorgeous and he had been with her when she bought it. She was excited cause her mom was hesitant to let her have whatever she wanted.
"Just stop it! Let's go," Andrea urged. She whipped back around and her eyes flickered through the room. People were starting to look at her, point, and laugh.
"Fine. Here, take my coat," Max sighed. He took it off his shoulders and hung it onto hers. Then he put his arm around her shoulders and led her outside. Once they were on the grass, he had to hold her up more. Her heels weren't the easiest things to walk in.
"So…why did Paige Farber pour her drink on you?" he inquired, trying to make conversation. They were…friends, sort of. Neither really hung out with each other unless Charlie was there though.
Andrea wiped at her eyes and shook her head. "Because she hates me. All the girls hate me. They're only nice to me because of Charlie," she muttered.
"Well then why don't you kick their ass? That's what Alexander does. He gets into a lot of fights, wins, and in turn gets their respect. Or maybe it's that they fear him, but either way they stop messing with him," Max told her.
She rolled her eyes. "Max, Lex is like Patrick in Ten Things I Hate About You. He's an outsider, dark, and mysterious. People are scared of him. There's even a rumor that he killed his dad," Andrea stressed, trying to get her point across.
"Yeah, well he's also apparently one of the few people who don't hate you," Max retorted and stuffed his hands in his pockets.
Andrea sighed and turned towards him. She shook her head, "I'm sorry. I know he's your best friend. I just meant that the whole speaking with my fists thing isn't for me."
He turned towards her and slowly his scowl returned to a normal expression. Then he shrugged. "It's not like he'd value your opinion anyways," Max smirked.
She laughed and playfully rammed into him from the side. He didn't even stumble, but instead grabbed hold of her as they stopped on the sidewalk. She awkwardly eased out of his arms and blushed.
"Thanks for walking me home. I saw the much more entertaining choices you had for the night—even if they were whores," Andrea told him. She adjusted her purse on her shoulder and then put her hands in his coat's pockets.
"No problem, but um…when's your curfew? We could go somewhere else, get something to eat," Max suggested. He put his hand behind his neck and bobbed his head some. It was strange. He never felt whatever exactly he was feeling with any other girl.
Andrea's eyes widened and she felt her mouth go dry. She laughed breathlessly, "You mean like on a—a date?" she asked. In her mind she was begging for him to say yes, even if that would be weird.
"No, of course not. You and I on a date? Please…we're just—we're just friends. I only thought that it would make you feel better after Paige dumped her drink all down your back," Max returned quickly. His eyes darted away from hers and he bit his bottom lip. For some reason everything she said in that last sentence had scared him to death.
Her face fell and she looked away. Of course he didn't want to go on a date with her. He was Max Bass for crying out loud. He got every girl he wanted and she was—well the girl known as Andrew Archibald's little sister or the one that's taller than most the boys.
She forced a smile and shook her head. "Wouldn't have mattered either way. My dad is expecting me home in a couple minutes. Thanks again though," Andrea said quickly. She then waved him off and hurried up the steps of her family's townhouse.
Max stared after he. Why did he suddenly feel like a total jerk? He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Andrea, wait up!" he called after her.
Her hand froze on the knob and she slowly turned around. "What is it?" Andrea asked, sounding far more alert than she had wanted to. Eyebrows rose in question and she crossed her arms.
"Wear my coat to school on Monday. No one will dare pour anything on it. And I'll kick their ass if they do," Max smirked. He then winked at her, walked a few steps backwards, and finally turned around.
Andrea waited until he was too far away to hear and squealed in delight. She lifted the collar of his coat and smelled it. Then the door opened and her father stood there, looking at her strangely.
"Um…hi daddy," Andrea greeted with a nervous laugh.
"It's a minute past curfew, Drea," Nate told her with a stern voice. He stepped aside to let her in and crossed his arms.
"Sorry," she said. Then she hurried inside, almost up the staircase, when he called to her again.
"Was that Chuck's son walking you home?" Nate questioned. He walked to the bottom of the stairs and looked up at her.
"Yes, why is there a problem?" Andrea asked defensively. Her dad liked Max, didn't he? Well he let her hang out with him before, then again that was because Charlie was there. Wait. It shouldn't be such a big deal. Her and Max were just, sort of friends. He said it himself.
He shook his head. "No…I mean you two aren't dating or anything, right?" he asked.
"No—no, of course not," Andrea responded. She then waved goodnight and started towards her room. And once inside muttered, "I wish."
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A/N: So how was it?