Max is Lost

MAX

Max woke up in his room the next morning and reached on his bed-side table for his wand. When it wasn't there, he finally remembered that he wasn't a wizard any longer. Another wave of sadness washed over him. How could he do anything without being a wizard?

Sliding his feet across the carpet, he managed not to stub his toe on his mess in his room. When he opened the door and stepped out onto a hardwood floor, he was instantly confused.

Oh yeah, I'm living in Justin's house. The hallway was chilly. Goose-bumps popped up all over Max's arms and legs. He was only in a t-shirt and basketball shorts. Not even underwear because he loved the way that the shorts felt against his naked body.

Nearby, Max heard the shower running. His feet pitter-pattered against the wooden floor as he ran over to the bathroom and went in. The steam from the shower warmed him up. Too bad nothing could change how he felt on the inside.

"Justin?"

"Max!" Justin squealed from the shower. "You shouldn't be in here while I'm showering."

"Yeah yeah. We're both boys. We have the same parts. Um... right?"

"Well... yeah, but that doesn't mean we put them on display."

"Whatever. This is important." Max whipped out his penis and peed into the toilet, careful not to miss. Justin would fer-eak if I messed up his bathroom by peeing on the floor. That made Max careful and nervous.

"Are you urinating now? Sheesh Max!"

"Justin, can you make me forget about having magic?"

There was a long silence of only water falling off of Justin's body. Max grew tired of waiting for an answer and took off his shirt and shorts. He peeled the curtain back just enough and got into the tub and stood behind Justin. Only mist from the water pelting off of Justin's body was moistening Max's body.

"Answer me!" Max demanded.

Justin leapt up and slipped as he turned around. Max caught him and stabled him. His eyes were fiercely locked on Justin's green eyes, which were steadily glancing between Max's shrinking morning wood and his eyes. "What?" Max asked softly. His word didn't echo.

"Max, you can't just get into a shower with someone."

"Quit avoiding my question!" Tears were coming to Max's eyes.

Justin quickly pushed Max's head under the shower. "Remember talking about memories with dad because you watched that Harry Potter movie where they were taking memories out of their head."

"No." Max shook his head after he backed out from the stream of water. Water splashed all over the tub from the shaking. His hair fell flat and down in his eyes. Justin pushed it from his face, then squirted shampoo in his hand.

"Close your eyes."

Max obeyed.

Justin's hands started running through Max's wet hair, lathering it up with the shampoo. It felt relaxing and great. Max bit his lower lip. Justin spoke. "The problem with extracting memories is that there is so much connected to each memory. Taking all memories of magic from your head would tabula rosa you."

"English please."

"It would make you a blank slate. You wouldn't remember anything about yourself." Max could hear the smile in Justin's voice.

"This isn't fair," Max protested.

Justin pushed his head under the water and rinsed it out. "I know." Justin said it so softly that Max almost didn't hear it.

"Don't make me go to school today," Max pleaded.

"You know how I feel about school." Justin gave Max a stern look.

"You know how I felt about magic," Max retorted. It was a perfect angle that Justin couldn't possibly argue against.

Justin put up one finger. "One day. That's it."

Max eagerly nodded his head. Justin handed him a washcloth to clean himself up with and stepped out of the shower to dry off. Max poked his head out just in time to see Justin bent over drying his feet. His ass was hairless, white, and flat. It made Max smile.

When Max finished his shower, Justin had already left for his college courses. Max wasn't really sure why Justin wanted to go to college when he had magic, but it was just that dorky part of his brother that he accepted. Max dried off and wrapped a towel around his waist. With a few quick swipes at his hair, he combed it with his fingers. The hallway had warmed up a bit, so he didn't get all bumpily. His stomach rumbled. He headed to the kitchen and grabbed a big bowl. After collecting everything, Max poured some Lucky Charms into the bowl. Chocolate milk was poured in the bowl, rising the Lucky Charms to the rim of the bowl. His mind was blank aside from the deliciousness of the cereal while he ate.

Max rinsed the bowl out and wondered around the house. There wasn't a whole lot to do in the house. There was a big screen television, but the only things Max liked to watch on TV didn't even come on until nine o'clock pm. He took the steps slowly up, stepping up with one foot and meeting the other foot on the same step. Up on the second floor, Max shuffled his feet. He passed by Justin's room and briefly wondered what his room here would look like. He detoured over to his room to put some clothing on first. He dug out a pair of boxer briefs that didn't smell like they were used. He put them on and grabbed a pair of jeans and a ironic tee.

As Max wandered over toward Justin's terrain, his heart beat like crazy. He wasn't sure what to expect. Knowing Justin, he would probably have some kind of alarm on his room or something just as crazy. But, when he opened the door, nothing exciting happened. The only thing that happened was Max's eyes widening in amazement at the decor of the room. It was a perfect union of Justin's maturity and childishness. In the middle of the room, with the head against the wall, was a huge bed with a sweet clarinet headboard. Literally, there were clarinets in the spots where the railings normally went. The blankets were white with many pillows on the bed. Of course, neatly made. Red, silk sheets flowed out from a part where the blanket was folded over, waiting for Justin to get into the bed.

Against the opposite wall was a television, set up on a huge movie case. Mostly everything inside were documentaries or movies/cartoons derived from comic books. A couple of posters were on the sides of the television. One was a shirtless Jacob Black poster. As far as Max knew, Justin hated Twilight. Something about her getting everything about vampires wrong. Something about Juliette annoyed Max suddenly. That had never happened before.

One wall was a dedicated book case completely lining the wall. In the middle section, instead of books being on shelves, there were plastic parts sticking out that had shelves of their own. Only, instead of books being spine out, the comic books were all facing out. There were so many that only a few titles were even visible.

Small sprinkles of joy were falling over Max's heart. How had he never noticed how amazing Justin was before. They actually had a lot in common.

As Max looked up higher, he noticed all of Justin's action figures hanging out on a small shelf, all pristinely cleaned. No wonder Justin had needed magic. It would be horrible to have to keep a room that clean without magic. Yet, Max had an urge to clean his own room.

So, Max lost himself in cleaning his room by hand for the first time in his life. When Justin got home and looked into what Max was doing, he half-smiled and nodded, then slowly closed the door, only coming up to tell him when he had dinner finished. Max could see the floor and walls for the first time ever. And so much of his mess was junk or old stuff that he didn't need. By the time he was done, he didn't really have much.