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Here ya go! I decided to write from Max's perspective on this one. Enjoy!

“Fuck!” Max shotued, kicking the crate he had been using as a table in his tent. “This is fucking bullshit!” Max hated everything right now. Well, almost everything. Neil was the exception, as he always was. However, that’s what he was mad about right now.

Stupid Neil and his stupid cute face.God damn him and his stupid cute face and pretty hair. Max groaned in frustration, throwing himself onto his cot with a sigh. He rubbed his face. He hated this. He wasn’t the type to catch feelings, especially not like this. He’d never even had a crush before, what were you supposed to do with them?

Confessing wasn’t an option. He didn’t even want to think about telling Neil about how he felt. Besides, they were only middle schoolers, these feelings would all fade away before they erached highschool and then Max would have another crush that would fade away before adulthood. THen he’d finally date someone, maybe, and then those feelings would also fade away. Probably be a nasty divorce too.

It was a vicious cycle of stupid feelings making things awful, as usual, and Max wanted nothing to do with it.

“Hey, Max?”

Fuck.

“What!?” Max shouted, sitting up. “What do you and your stupid hair want, Neil!?”

“Jesus!” Neil said with a scowl. “What’s your problem?”

“You are!” Max yelled, pointing an accusing finger at Neil, who looked shocked.

“Wha-me? What did I do?”

“Have stupid hair!” Max yelled before groaning in frustration and falling back onto his cot. Well, this was going super duper well.

“What’s my hair got to do with it? Max, are you feeling alright?” Neil went to go touch ihs forehead and Max whacked his hand away, sitting up a little to glare at Neil. Neil frowned. “Max, seriously, you’re not making any sense, maybe you have heat exhaustion? Oh! I’ll go get David!”

“Don’t you dare!” Max grabbed Niel by the wrist, yelping when that got him face first on the floor somehow. How fast had Neil been going? “Ow.”

“Oh my god! Are you okay!?” Neil ran over, helping Max to his feet. Max grumbled, wiping the first from his face.

“I’m fine,” he muttered. “But if you go get David, I’ll end you!”

“Alright, alright! Jesus, Max, what’s wrong?”

“You’re what’s wrong!” Max gestured angrily with his hands. He growled in frustration when Neil looked at him like he was cazy. God fucking damn it! Max sat back down on his bed. “Leave me alone!” 

“Max! You can’t just tell me to leave you alone like this!”

“Can too.”

“Max!”

“What!?”

“C’mon man, what’s wrong?” Neil asked, his voice downtrodden. “And why are you so upset with me? What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing, you didn’t do anything wrong! Ugh, I don’t wanna talk about this!” Max shouted, hiding his head under his pillow. “Just leave me alone!”

“I’m so confused,” Neil muttered. “Max, can you please just tell me?”

“No!”

“Max!”

“AGH!” Max sat up, grabbed Neil by the collar, and pulled him in for a kiss on the cheek. Max immediately laid back down, hiding his head under his pillow again as he felt himself go a dark red.

“Oh,” Neil said quietly. How articulate of him. “Max?”

“What?”

“Do you…do you, like like me?”

Max threw the pillow off his head and glared at Neil indignantly. “You did not just say ‘like like’.”

“Eheh, sorry.”

“You are such a god damn dweeb!” Max shotued. He squeaked when Neil kissed his cheek.

“You don’t seem to mind too much!”

(art is old so my apologies if they look a bit wonky!)

Ran out to Lafayette to catch a stand up show but first I stopped at Adopted Dog Brewing and had their dark lager and Amber. Saw some great comedians at club 337, methed out lady lost her shit, stormed out, then came back to take picture with everyone.

Meet Meil! A cat themed sackboy who lives on a planet like an aqua themed new Vegas famous for their entertainment and fishing industries in imagisphere!