Prolog:
Whenever he stepped into a room the place would lighten up. He only needed to send one smile their way and they would feel happy for days. His anger was seldom but as fierce as the sun when awoken. And even his teary-eyed snotty face made him loveable.
He always managed to draw them into his orbit. Even if they were on opposite teams.
It was so obvious in the ways they acted around him.
Always more goofy, more lenient, more caring whenever it came to him.
People only needed to watch them to realize their feelings for him.
Max was certainly not girlish, nor pretty, nor beautiful.
But in their eyes he was gorgeous. In all his body, mind and soul.
Now if only he would realize what he meant to them.