(A/N: Have a good Christmas? I didn't. Found out this guy I was into was leading me on to ditch me for another girl. Screw him, I'm going to write.)
Song: (throwback!) Heart Heart Heartbreak by Boys Like Girls
Dylan
I stared at Max smugly. She was dwelling on Fang's letter again.
"Staring at heartbreaker boy's sad little picture again?" I said. Max's eyes turned to me, part hurt and part surprise filling them. Even though she was dressed for a night out with leather skinny jeans and sparkly gold top, her posture was crestfallen. Hunching over, she'd been tracing her finger over Fang's scrawly penmanship for hours.
"What?" I said, snatching the paper from her and appraising it. "I was right, wasn't I?"
Max sniffed, spreading her wings out. "Yeah, but…"
I pulled her upright. Her face took on a look of confusion. Satisfied she'd follow me if I prodded, I continued with my get-Max-better plan. I couldn't always be a perfectly patient saint.
"We're going to sneak into a club tonight." I held up a finger to Max's half-formed protest. She wasn't going to sob in her room all night. "No excuses."
Smoothing her shirt, Max managed a weak smile. Good enough. "Let's go."
I smiled as I hopped into my cherry red Mustang. I won it, actually, before you assume I'm some kind of teenage criminal, because I'm not. Apparently, the Dylan I was cloned off of was a pretty selfless guy…..or Jeb programmed me to be as selfless as I am. Max opened her door and slid in. Before leaving, Nudge had expertly applied some makeup to her – golden and sparkling, it gave her the appearance of sass and self-confidence. Something she needed at the moment.
Soon enough, we pulled into the club – "Shine." Other equally or more impressive rides rested on either side of my car. Max hopped out, slamming the door behind her. Instead of her pouty sad look, she now had a little hopefulness painting her features. It suited her.
"Ready?" I taunted, locking my silent vehicle. Max nodded after a few long, calculated breaths. She hobbled behind me on tall, shiny metallic heels. When we reached the guy at the front, he didn't even card. We just went straight in. Guess he thought us pretty…..old, I guess would be the word. I'll admit, it took some of the fun out of the night. Punching someone might help Max more than some stuffy club.
The beat inside was throbbing. Shaking our insides, the music was blaring over speakers posted all around the room. Quickly, I noticed Max's pretty brown eyes flickering around the room impatiently. I pointed to a sign at the back of the room, mouthing Exit. She nodded, appearing relieved.
Within the first five minutes of us dancing on the light-up floor, two guys asked Max out for a drink. She agreed, only ordering water behind their backs. I, in turn, grabbed the nearest Victoria's Secret lookalike and started dancing. It was fun. It didn't carry any weight, though. With Max, everything was sweet and gentle. I'd discovered that any other girls, regular ones, often grabbed me full force for all I had. Terrifying. They didn't care about me as a person – just my looks. It was disgusting, but fun.
And that's what Max needed right now. As I turned to see her laughing and actually having a good time for the first time in months, I smiled.
She'd be okay, after all.