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           @maxprescott just posted on instagram !

“it depends, honestly. there are people who cheat because of lapses in judgment, and there are people who cheat just because they can.  there are cheaters who change, and then there are those that don’t. just use your discretion, i guess, if you want to be with someone with cheating tendencies. and considering what has happened in my personal life recently, i don’t think i’m ready to enter another relationship just yet.”

Imogene began brushing her teeth opening her mouth slight to let the water in before spitting it out. Fully getting the taste of alcohol and vomit out of her mouth. She was only half listening to Max’s explanation as she let the warm water run down her head and down to her body. The red head couldn’t help but start to sing an old song that she remembered hearing when she was a kid. Reaching for the soap as she cleaned her body she couldn’t help but sing a little louder even dancing in place. “Are you sure you got the shirt?“ She teased of course he knew which one was her favorite she had worn it every time she slept over. “Ohhh no.” Imogene muttered realizing she hadn’t taken off her underwear when she got in the shower. Hoping he didn’t hear she finished washing her hair and came back out. Checking if he was looking she took off her wet underwear and put them in the shower hoping maybe he wouldn’t notice. Taking the towel from him she quickly dried herself off before taking the jersey and putting it over her body. “Bubba, you remembered. You didn’t peak?” She teased as she stood in front of him. “Can you brush my hair now?”

Max caught himself smiling when he heard her singing in the shower, her voice still music to his ears. It brought back memories of camp and outshining everyone at open mic nights and lullabies sung in the dead of night.  “Uh, yeah, I got the shirt.”  It was the only shirt he wouldn’t lend to anyone else. Hearing the shower stop running, he approached the shower, ready to hand her the towel and his jersey. His eyes now glued to the ceiling, he shrugged and offered her a smile. “Don’t think I had any right to look.” Once he was certain she was dressed, he finally looked at her. The sight of her wearing his clothes made him absolutely weak, and he hoped he still had an ounce of self-control left. Clearing his throat, his lips tightened into a thin smile. “I think you can brush it on your own. Stay here for a bit, okay? I’m just going to change my clothes outside.” Max gave her a stern look before leaving. “Don’t peek. I mean it.” 

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[ sent to ELLI  ✈️💛] 7:15am : i just got home from my run and i got you some coffee but now im too lazy to go to your dorm so 🤷🤷

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“How did you know I was even at the same bar?“ She questioned even though she had noticed Max was there too, refusing to leave just because he was there. Imogene was stubborn that way. Once he took off her dress completely she stretched out a little like she had been sitting all day or something. When she noticed he was looking away she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Come on it’s not like it’s anything you haven’t seen before, bubba.” The girl joked, grabbing the toothpaste on the counter. Wetting her toothbrush first with the water from the shower and then trying to place some toothpaste on the brush. Which she did slowly to make sure it stayed. When she brought it up to her mouth however the toothpaste landed on her chest. Letting out a small groan as she rubbed it off her body. “Oh I missed. Hold on let me try again.“ She said once more trying putting it perfectly on the toothbrush before actually putting it in her mouth. A small gasp escaping her lips. “I did it.“ Imogene whispers almost saying it to herself. “Can I have my favorite?” She asked when it came to the shirt she wanted to wear. 

“I didn’t know you’d be at the same bar.” He gave her a shrug, turning around as he began to clean up whatever was out of place, starting with flushing the puke-ridden toilet. “I came with some friends from Model UN.” Hanging her dress on the hook behind the bathroom door, Max looked back at her, almost a little too long. While the frosted glass door of his shower hid what it could, he still knew the curves of her body by heart. It frustrated him to no end. He couldn’t help but smile, though, as she struggled with the toothpaste.  “Yeah, I got it.” Max went to his room to rummage through his drawer of shirts until he found her so-called favorite: an oversized old hockey jersey of his with his last name on the back. Returning to the bathroom with the shirt and a fresh towel in hand, he avoided looking at her in the shower and leaned against the counter. “I’m outside if you need me. I’m not looking, I promise.”

with arms holding two full paper bags of things that are good remedy for a flu, simone couldn’t possibly crouch down to pick up what she just dropped on the ground. upon seeing a familiar face, she sniffled her stuffy nose and went, “hey, hey, can you help me out?” she asked kindly, “can you pick that up, please?” she pointed at the ground with her lips. “thank you!”

“I like to fight it’s my thing.” The girl shrugged with an amused grin before starting the water in the shower by turning it all the way to the right, not realizing she was making it way too hot. “You can’t help yourself can you?” She said looking into his eyes as she leaned against the bathroom wall again. Even though they had fought and she told him she never wanted to see him again here he was. Taking care of her and rubbing her back when she was sick. Once she saw the toothbrush she picked it up playing with it between her fingers breaking eye contact with him to stare down at it. Her eyes getting heavy the more she looked down, closing them for a long moment before answering him again. Her eyes opening as if she had been asleep. “I need help where’s the- the umm uhhhh white stuff.“ She muttered forgetting what the name for toothpaste was as she bounced the end of the toothbrush around on her cheek. “No don’t goooo I need help.” Imogene lifted up her arms for him to take off her dress. “Up.”

Imogene was right, staying away from her was one of the hardest things he’d ever tried to do. Max scoffed at her anyway, suddenly crossing his arms defensively. “I was just trying to be a good person. That guy was going to take advantage of you.” He pointed out with a furrowed brow. When she suddenly grew silent, his eyes softened as he looked at her as she stood there, practically asleep. Unbelievable. He was about to shake her once again when she finally spoke. “Toothpaste, you mean.” He reached for the tube of toothpaste that was directly on the sink. Max sighed, knowing staying with her as she took a shower would be taking it way too far, but he also knew she’d only hurt herself if she was left alone. Nodding in defeat, he reached down to grab the hem of her dress and pulled it off over her head. His eyes widened when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra, and averted his gaze immediately. “Jesus, okay, I’m going to get some clothes for you.”

“Don’t lie, being a sore loser doesn’t look good on you. I’m not a child your a child an abnormally tall child.“ She couldn’t help but tell him back, not wanting to lose the argument. Even though she was about to throw up the last thing she wanted was to loss this battle. As he guided her to the bathroom she leaned her head on his chest her legs following his. Her eyes moving to his legs she couldn’t help but laugh at how long his legs were it was like wow. Once she laughed however she felt the urge to throw up even more. When they got to the bathroom she walked over to the toilet. “Go I don’t want you to see me-” Too late. Pulling her own hair back Imogene crouched down throwing up what felt like all the drinks she had that night. Pain running up her body as she let it all out and then relief once it was all over. “Better.” She nodded leaning against the cold bathroom wall looking up at him. “I need shower and toothbrush.” 

He tightened his grip around her shoulder in fear that her legs would give up before they could even reach the bathroom. “God, you’re literally about to throw up, and you’re still laughing.” Max shook her a bit in an attempt to bring her back to her senses. Leading her towards the toilet, he didn’t leave despite her request for him to do so. Once the sound of her vomit hitting the toilet water echoed in his bathroom, he moved to pull her hair away while he rubbed her back. It was something that came to him naturally. Exhaling deeply, he stepped away when she was done. “Well you’ve always been a fighter.” Max gave her a comforting smile as he went to retrieve an unopened toothbrush and a fresh towel from a cabinet. “You can handle taking a shower by yourself, right?” It wasn’t like he could help her anyway. “I’ll just -- I can wait outside and you can call me if you need me. Sound good?” 

Her drunk brain taking his come back personally putting her fists back up ready to fight this weenie. “Fuck you, tallass, you and me any day of the week.“ She responded back, her fists trying to hit him in the chest and shoulders. Even though she could see she wasn’t getting anywhere since he was now much stronger than her. “I wish you were scrawny again then I can really kick your ass Mr. Hard Work and Dedication.” Imogene said putting her fists down for a-moment before reaching up and slapping him playfully when his guard was down. She couldn’t help it she smiled almost laughed if there hasn’t been a sinking feeling in her stomach. A feeling that felt like it was going to come right out of her mouth, everything becoming much more dizzy than before. Stepping away from him for a moment she held her tummy looking up at him sadly. “I don’t feel good.” 

A smile playing at his lips, he blocked her fists with ease, knowing he could just let her do this until she got tired. Rolling his eyes, he let his guard down when she brought up his workout mantra and finally put her fists down. “Fuck off, you were never able to kick my ass. You only won all those times before because I let you.” His eyes widened when she slapped him in the face before he shook his head and laughed. “Sometimes I forget how much of a child you can be when you’re drunk.” He looked at her, his smile faltering when he sees the look on her face and the way she held her stomach. “You okay?” It wasn’t long until he realized that she might need to vomit especially with all the alcohol she drank.  Placing his arm around her shoulder, he quickly lead her to his bathroom. “Come on, I got you.” 

“It’d be easier to count the things that I don’t regret, honestly. I think what I regret the most is hurting the people in my life who have done nothing but love me and care about me. I wish I could take back all the things I’ve said and done to hurt people.”

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“Let’s be honest. Who hasn’t had a gay experience?”

“It’s time for me and Jude to come out, huh? No, I’m kidding. I don’t think I’ve hooked up with anyone. I’m surprisingly really professional.”