Here's your daily dose of MaxMariam for your reading pleasure.
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade. I also do not think this is necessary to put in every chapter, but I'd like to keep up the habit no matter how much it annoys me.
Enjoy!
In This Place
The movie was over a while ago. The end credits rolled and neither of them reached for the remote. Fifteen minutes after the DVD menu had reappeared, the television automatically shut itself off and still, they didn't move, preferring to stare blankly at the black screen.
For Max and Mariam were content with a thing most of the world has forgotten to treasure. Lying there in each other's arms, listening to the rhythmical way their hearts beat as one, and breathing in time with one another was where they were happiest. They refused to be caught up in the hustle and bustle of life. Instead they would curl up together and communicate with small displays of affection such as a kiss or a loving touch.
Max and Mariam were content with stopping and smelling the roses. They were content with just being in this place of silent, unspoken – for it didn't need to be – understanding.
A/N: Not much to say about this one. I actually had a few things to say, but, would you believe, I can't remember any of them? I guess that's the way the cookie crumbles.
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P.S. Oh, yes! I remember now. I'm thinking that after this had one hundred or more reviews, each of you will get a drabble for being awesome readers and reviewers. So start thinking of your requests now.