( bad intentions. )

“mm, i love you too. you wouldn’t have to ask where everything is if you’d clean your room yourself though,” she chuckled, letting her hands rest on his cheeks. “i don’t think we really gave ourselves enough time to get back in the swing of things, y’know? we just jumped right it. but it’s a trial and error kind of thing. i’ll try to keep my temper low key as much as i can. i’ll get a stress ball or a punching bag if i have to.” macey’s cheeks began to burn pink at the final admittance of her anger issues. they were never something she discussed out loud-but for max she would admit anything she had to in order to make them okay. “but we’re never going back there again,” she tried to joke allowing a soft kiss to plant on his cheek. “and for the record, sir. you hog the covers more than i do.”

“ like that’d ever happen. it’s way down on my priority list. “ max shook his head, letting a smile start on his lips. “ maybe both, could i watch you hit the punching bag? “ he teased. “ i know things have been intense, but i guess that’s kind of our signature thing. since when have we ever taken things slow? at this point i don’t even think i’d know how. “ max shrugged before turning his head slightly to kiss her palm. some might argue that would be a key issue, but he never thought of it that way. when people take things slow, sometimes they’re unsure, afraid. he was none of those things with macey. “ nope, never. -- hey, i do not. “ max reached to kiss the corner of her lips. “ take it back, or i’m never making out with you again. “

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*&imessage-lover: look at that bitch one more time and i’m throwing my drink at you real housewives style.

macey had always been quick to point the finger in situations, but it was rare for her to point the finger at herself. after finally making eye contact it was completely obvious who had been the cause of the problem. had she learned to be out and open with her feelings, she figured, they never would have gotten into the current mess. “i don’t-i don’t hog the covers,” she mumbled. the hard exterior that macey kept walled had slipped into pieces the more she looked into his face. “it’s just…sometimes i think i’m around you too much. hell, i’m in your room more than mine half the time. i don’t want to push you away. being without you was literal hell and i’m not going through that again.” she pulled her back, instead wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, nestling her nose shyly into the crook. “i’m sorry.”

it was arguments and situations like these that worried max about the struggles of their relationship whether they’d make it or not. but he also knew they didn’t amount to how much he loved macey and genuinely wanted to try. cracking a smile upon hearing her words, he shook his head. “ you may not think you do. “ he retorted quietly. “ even when you’re around all day and night, the second you leave i miss you. i’m positive that’s never gonna go away. you don’t have to worry about being without me. it’s actually strange when you aren’t around. i feel like i have to text you to ask where anything is. “ he attempted to tease lightly before raveling his arms around her middle. “ hey... i love you. it’s all gonna be okay. we’re gonna be good. “ he promised as he turned his head to press a kiss to her cheek.

✴ - An angry text

her eyes began to burn the more she held everything in. too busy focusing on the ground as macey’s vision becoming blurred. she hadn’t even heard him behind under until his shoes came into her sight. looking up, she couldn’t help but feel the guilt begin to rise in her stomach. it was obvious who was really at fault-yet it was a hard pill she had to swallow before ever apologizing. “no-” macey whimpered with a shake of her head. the sleeve of her jacket wiped across her cheek to brush away the tear that slipped, “no this is all my fault. i can’t seem to wrap my head around the fact that you actually chose to get back with me. that never happens-no one chooses to get back with me; i’m usually the one people get stuck with. so, i get scared. i mean look at you. and no one cares around here whether you’re taken or not. i’ve heard so many girls come home crying about other girls and i tried to ignore it and act like it didn’t bother me, but it does. it bothers me so much and it doesn’t matter if i say anything to them they don’t care. i love you so much, and i don’t want to be that person that drags you down.”

in all honesty, max hadn’t known she’d felt this way. if he had, he’d like to think he’d be a little more sensitive when a threat was around. sighing, he shook his head, feeling like he should’ve handled all this a lot differently than he had. “ i got back with you because you were the first person i ever felt this way about. i think there’s a reason nobody before you or after you got to this point with me. look at you, i could worry about the same things, mace. hell -- i do. but then whenever it crosses my mind, you’re in my bed next to me and we’re together and you’re not in anyone else’s bed hogging the covers, or making cute sleeping noises. you’re in my bed. so if you think for a second that’s dragging me down -- i don’t know how to make it much clearer, but i want to. i don’t want you to feel bothered by any of this. i just wanna be able for us to have a good time when we go out. i’ll flash them my arm if i have to. “ max said before carefully reaching for one of her hands.

macey stood there in shock, her mouth agape at his actions. a trickle of tears made their way to her eyes, she tried to hold them back as much as possible-crying was never an option for her, being in public was definitely out of the question for water works. “i’m so fucking sorry i’m tired of feeling like i’m not good enough for you,” she cracked, letting the softer side of her show. “i’m sorry i’m fucking terrified that i’m going to lose you again. obviously that doesn’t matter anymore.” macey stood in her spot on the side walk for a few moments before readjusting the purse on her shoulder. the wobbling frown on her face making it hard for her to keep her composure. wiping her eyes, she slowly turned around-not even sure where she would go at this point.

as stubborn as max was, he wasn’t stubborn enough not to abruptly stop right in his tracks upon hearing her voice. as a matter of fact -- it caused a churning in his gut. he wanted to just go back over to her and hug her, but he knew things were never that simple. letting an exhale out, he knew he had to shove his pride aside and turn back around. trying to catch up to her, he stepped in front of her. “ i’m frustrated that you’d think any girl would be better than you. i’m frustrated that you’d think for a second i’d want any kind of attention or affection from anyone else when most of the time i’m so caught up in thinking about you -- i don’t notice signs or notions from anyone. but don’t think for a second you’re not good enough for me, or that you’d ever lose me. i fucking love you, mace. i wouldn’t make a commitment as big as ink on my arm if i was just gonna give up. and you’re right, i should pay attention more. i guess i just got used to not having to. but that’s not an excuse, i know. “

“oh my god-” she groaned, letting a hand run through her hair. “i never said you had to fucking announce it. but, you could do the courteous thing of telling them to back off. y’know-if you don’t say anything, that gives them the impression that you’re open to it.” would she admit she was blowing things completely out of proportion? of course not. “be with you if i want to? what kind of statement is that? i’m not standing here because i like fighting with you.” macey rolled her eyes trying to find a way to calm herself down instead of growing angrier by the minute. “and now you want to throw out compliments.” she laughed sarcastically. “you know what, if you want to be the center of attention for the entire female population, go ahead. talk to me when you’re ready to be with one person only.” it came off more harsh than she had intended, but the words came out before she could swallow them back. 

“ i just figured they’d get the hint on their own, it’s not like i don’t hold your hand or show affection at all around people. “ max did his best to reason stubbornly, but he didn’t make for much of a case when he really couldn’t reflect on telling someone to back off, at least not recently. “ then why the hell are we fighting at all? “ he said, feeling guarded yet again as he huffed. furrowing his brows, he tilted his head at her, feeling confused and hurt by the current situation. “ do you really think that’s what i want? i just want your attention. it’s not my fault every little thing by another female that happens sets you off, mace. you should fucking know i’m in this with you and now every other girl around here. but you know what? think whatever. i’m done. “ he announced as he threw his hands in the air and walked in the opposite direction.  

her head lulled to the side, eyes staring holes into the buildings in the distance. she felt the same way she felt during the nights she spent by herself; the same thought would run through her mind constantly-it was usually pushed back to her subconscious so she could at least seem sane, but it always came back with a sickening feeling. “exactly-” she screeched again, “you don’t pay any attention to it until i have to literally get pissed off about it. do you care about what these girls do? it seems like it’s not a problem to you until i get mad about it.” the cracks in her voice made it seem as if she hadn’t slept it days, which wasn’t exactly false. macey always wondered if maybe she was the problem-she was known to have her moments, but lately those moments were a daily occurrence. “sticking around? what-so i’m just some attachment to you that you could easily get rid of?” the pain she had felt from the tattoo came back like a ghost, burning into her shoulder even though the tattoo had already healed. “it’s not that i regret being with you, max. but, god. why can’t you just pay attention sometimes?”

it didn’t hit him until that moment that he could’ve very well presented open ground for girls to hit on him, and as much as he was convinced he’d brushed it off -- it might’ve not seemed that way to the other parties. stubbornly, max didn’t wanna admit she was right about it. at least -- not yet. “ i’m out with you. do you want me to announce in every room that i’m taken by you? i can’t control what people do. “ he reasoned with a shrug, averting his gaze toward the cement. opening his mouth to object her words, he let out a frustrated sigh. “ no, come on. it’s not like that, and you know it. i just mean if i’m too much to handle, if all of this- “ he gestured with his hand. “ is too much to handle, then i’m not making you do it. i want you to be with me because you want to be. if there ever comes a point -- then you don’t have to worry about my feelings. “ he said as he subconsciously rubbed the ink in his forearm. “ is this a bad time to say i’m usually too busy looking at you? “ he asked finally looking up. “ maybe so. “