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"When I'm with anybody else,
It's so hard to be myself,
And only you can tell."
Only You Can Tell
Max spend a lot of time studying Mariam. She wasn't much of a talker when it came to herself, which was a good and bad thing. Good, because she could never be egotistical, but bad, because Max was forced to deduce whatever he wanted to know through observation. It often led to the people thinking he was exceedingly lovesick and desperate for the attentions of a girl who would never care as much for him as he did for her.
But Mariam did care – Max knew she did. She was just unwilling to admit it at times. He didn't blame her. Admitting things nowadays made you an entirely new person in light of whatever you'd said. Instead of being the same old person who you'd always been, you were labeled according to the new piece of information. You turned into the guy with a thing for legs or the girl who loved Max Tate, even though you never changed. And that's why Max watched, because she cared, and so did he.
After one such session, Max walked purposefully up to Mariam as she left the crowd of other beybladers. He walked with her until they were a decent distance away from the throng. Then:
"You're two-faced, Mariam," he accused.
"Excuse me?" she questioned, puzzled by how he seemed to have suddenly turned on her. "I thought you were madly in love with me, now you go insulting me?"
"I'm just stating a fact," he told her. "I thought you should know that how you act with them isn't how you act when you're with me."
Mariam shrugged. "Who cares?"
Max chuckled at her nonchalant attitude. "Would you believe that you're even less open with them than you are with me?"
"You don't say."
"Yes, I do."
"That's remarkable."
"See?!" he exclaimed in triumph. "You'd never joke around like this with anybody else!"
"And you're only just now noticing that?"
"Well, I-"
"Oh, Maxie." Mariam faced him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her lips hovered over his. "You've still got a lot of spying to do – you're only scratching the surface." She gave him a quick peck and walked away. "Just so you know," she called, "that's another thing I don't do with anybody else."
He grinned and gently brought his fingers to his lips. Was it wrong to think a lot of yourself for having such a person as Mariam all to your own? He decided against the fact.
A/N: Again, I'll ask for any requests that I haven't gotten yet. I need them so I can write them. I want to make sure my contestants all get their prizes and such.
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