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It's like no matter what I do
Yeah, you drive me crazy half the time


You Drive Me Crazy

"Max…" Mariam glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and raised an eyebrow. "I'm warning you…"

Max smiled and stared innocently at the Saint Shield, turning his attention back to the television.

Mariam rolled her eyes. The movie they were watching was, in a word, boring, but since Mariam had picked it out she was reluctant to give in and turn it off. She had been rather insistent, figuring it had to be a decent movie since it was in the horror genre. What she hadn't accounted for was the ketchup blood, oh-so-mysterious killer who happened to wear the same boots as the protagonist's boyfriend, and cliché plot that had been done time and time again. So, in short, Mariam was too proud to say the movie she'd chosen sucked.

"Eee!" Mariam squealed when Max once again jabbed her lightly in the ribs with his pointer finger. After squirming away, she sent him another glare. "Stop."

"Are you scared?"

"No – you just surprised me."

"Then why did you jump?" he persisted, studying her face.

"I said you surprised me!" Mariam hissed, "And it's just getting to the part where the killer is revealed so shush!"

"But we both know it's the boyfriend. They commented on the profoundness and rarity of those boots twice at the beginning."

"That could just be a red herring."

"Yeah, maybe if the girlfriend wasn't the only one left alive."

"Sh!"

Max huffed and leaned back into the cushy couch, allowing the too-soft cushions to partially consume him. He looked over at Mariam who was leaning forward so as not to be subjected to the same fate as her boyfriend. She was seated in an almost twisted way, no doubt trying to stay away from his prodding finger. Sliding over as best he could, Max reached over and poked Mariam in the side once more.

"Max!" she exclaimed, whipping around to face him. "How many times have you poked me during this movie?!"

"Forty-two – I was trying to get to fifty."

"Well do you have any idea how annoying it is?! Where did you get such an idea anyway?"

"Joseph," Max answered with a sheepish grin prancing onto his features. "He told me you were uncommonly ticklish."

Mariam sighed, throwing herself back into the couch. "I'll have to do something with that boy."

Max giggled into his hand and shot Mariam a look, only to find her looking back. "What?" he inquired quickly, afraid that she had some sick form of torture in store for him as well.

Mariam scooted towards Max and he scrambled to get away. Before he knew it he ran out of sofa and gulped nervously as Mariam reached him. She smiled at the guilty and fearful expression on his face, before wrapping her arms around his neck and planting her lips on top of his. Max melted into her embrace, grateful to finally have something interesting going on after watching that trashy movie for an hour. She unwound her arms from his neck as they broke apart, staring into his eyes from mere inches away.

"Er…was that my punishment?" Max asked uncertainly.

Mariam shook her head from side to side slowly. "You're not so lucky," she replied, poking his ribcage, causing him to fidget.

"You're not going to…"

Mariam nodded deviously. "I'll give you a three second head start."

Max bolted up and shot out of the room with Mariam following almost immediately.

"No, don't! Don't tickle me!"

"Well, then don't drive me absolutely crazy!"


A/N: Well, that was pretty random. It took me a while to think of a semi-original way for Max to drive Mariam crazy and this came to mind. So, let me know what you think.

Two more to go until I can write requests!