Ishould not be putting this up, it's nearly my bed time and I am waaaaaaaaaay too sleepy to think properly. It's far too short, butI can't help that. Hope you enjoy the first bit of real Max/Hil.
Hilary pulled a pink blouse over her head, then started rummaging through her suitcase for a decent skirt. The problem is getting the balance right. she thought musingly to herself. There's a thin line between looking attractive and looking like a dolled-up tart! This one? No, too long. I don't want to look like an old frump! How about this one? Ugh! Orange does not go with pink, Hilary! This one? No... Suddenly, the door flew open. Hilary let out a muffled shriek and leaped behind the suitcase, trying to pull her top down over her knickers.
"Max!" she yelled furiously. "I'm trying to get dressed!" Max blushed tomato red and started to back out, muttering apologies. Hilary looked at him more closely. "Max? What's that on your face?"
"Nodebeed." Max explained thickly, trying to ignore the blood that was now trickling over his fingers. "Hab bu got any tibbues I can borrow?" Tibbues?
"Ah, tissues! Yeah, here..." Hilary went back into the suitcase and pulled out a pack of Kleenex.
"Thankbu." Max muttered, taking the pack and clamping one over his sore nose. Hilary carefully came out from behind the suitcase, trusting Max not to make any comments.
"So, how did that happen, then?" she asked. Max didn't answer.
Woah, is she ever pretty when she's angry! Max thought, staring at Hilary as if transfixed. Wait. Did I just think what I thought I did? I. Just. Thought. That. Hilary. Was. Pretty. Where the heck did that come from? This is Hilary, Max. She has seen you in just about every embarrasing situation possible! Anyway, she would never want to go out with me, everyone knows she's got a massive crush on Tyson...I wonder what would happen if I asked her out...What the heck did I just think? I've got to try and sort my stupid head out before it gets me into trouble!
"Hello? Maax!" Hilary said, snapping her fingers in front of Max's glazed eyes. Max blinked and shook himself.
"Soby, Hil. I drifted off." he said, smiling sheepishly. Get a grip! he instructed himself firmly. Apart from anything else, who would want to go out with you when you sound like a frog? Shut up brain, shut up!
"Yes, I can see that!" Hilary giggled. "So, how did you get that nosebleed?"
"Um, what? Oh, thib? Yeah, a wall got in by way." Max said quickly. How long does it take for a nose to unclog? he wondered. Too long, the less rational part of his brain informed him.
"You walked into a wall?" Hilary laughed delightedly. Max blushed again.
"Uh huh," he muttered, hoping that he wasn't as red as he felt. Although, if he was as red as he felt, he'd be setting fire to the floor. He started walking quickly out of the room. Hilary's voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Hey, Max?"
"Yeah?" he answered, as casually as possible. He turned around. Hilary was holding up three different skirts.
"Which one?"
"Huh?"
"Which skirt, stupid!" Hilary giggled. Max blushed yet again.
"Umm...the black one?"
"Good choice. Thanks, Max!" Hilary said, smiling at him. Max's stomach started doing somersualts.
"Um, n-no problem-bye!" he stammered, practically running to the door and shutting it quickly behind him.
What was that about? he thought, wandering in a daze through Tyson's house. Am I in love with-with Hilary? And if I am, why now? I've known her for two years! He walked into the kitchen and sat slowly down on a chair, resting his head on the table, his "thinking" position.
"Hey, Max, are you alright?" a curt voice asked from somewhere above him. No. Max's brain said weakly.
"Yes, fine, Kai." his treachorous mouth said.
"Right..." Max raised his head slightly. It was most unlike Kai to just let something slip like that, especially since it was obvious that Max had something on his mind. He looked at Kai, who was standing against the wall, eyes closed, arms folded, giving nothing away. Then, he looked at Dranzer, who was circling the kitchen agitatedly, never settling on any one spot for more than a few seconds. Max blinked and looked closer at the blue blade. Dranzer was reflecting Kai's real mood, Max was sure of it. The last time that either Kai or Dranzer had been this agitated though, Max thought anxiously, was when Kai had been battling Brooklyn... Dranzer flew back to Kai's hand, breaking Max's chain of thought.
"No, you're not." Kai said firmly. Striding up to the chair, he stood over Max.
"Look at me, Max." Max looked up. He could only hold Kai's piercing violet gaze for a few seconds, before looking away. He could feel Kai's eyes searching him, looking for reasons as to why he was behaving strangely. Max sighed in relief as Kai finally looked away. "If I were you, I'd go and wash your face, Max. You've got blood all over it." Max nodded vigorously. "After all," Kai continued, as he walked towards the door. "We wouldn't want your good looks to be spoiled now, would we?" Max froze. That was too close for comfort. He sat upright, looking frantically round the kitchen until he saw Kai, standing perfectly still in the doorway. Kai had guessed. Whether he knew who Max was going ga-ga about was debatable. It was enough that he knew anything.
"Don't tell, Kai!" he begged.
"Don't tell what?" Kai said calmly. He gave Max a small smile and walked off, opening one of the sliding glass doors and stepping outside. Max relaxed fractionally. If Kai said that he wouldn't tell, nothing on earth would make him tell. Hopefully.
Done. Opinions as valued as ever. Now, must go...must sleep... (drifts off in front of computer)