#twinsconfessional

Ash stepped into the room, worrying at his bottom lip. He was pretty nervous about this whole joint confessional thing, but he was excited that he got to do it with Max instead of anyone else. Well, he wouldn’t mind doing one with Andy, but other than that, it just wouldn’t feel comfortable. Not for the first time, at least. And oh, that was a weird thought. He glanced around the room, spotting the couch, where Max was sitting, and immediately headed towards it, a smile on his face. Max was deep in conversation, well, disagreement really, with the producer.

“No, no.” He shook his head, bringing his hand up to point at the man. “Either you all sort out some kind of fund for take out, or I’m gonna sue your little TV show for false advertisement. I was promised free food, and right now, I’m spending more money on that than anything else, and that’s not fucking cool.” He brought his hand up to run through his hair, glancing up as Ash crossed the room to him. “Right, Ash, back me up on this okay. We should have a fund, right, for food, yeah?” He looked back up at the producer, reaching a hand across the couch for Ash.

Frowning in confusion, Ash reached out and took Max’s hand, a familiar act by now, tangling their fingers together and settling down on the couch next to his boyfriend. “A fund?” He questioned, tilting his head and glancing between the exasperated producer and Max. “For food? If you were hungry, I could have made you something before we came.” Max was shaking his head before Ash finished his sentence. “No, no, no. That’s not the point. I’m not hungry now, I just mean in general. I ordered pizza yesterday and then they asked me for money.” 

“Babe,” Ash started, a smile on his face - before deciding to just go along with it. “Right, yeah, you’re right. It’s a little silly that we all have to pay for our food, right?” He shrugged. “Let’s bring it up again later, yeah? Maybe to the like, executive something or other. I don’t know everyone’s titles.” The producer looked grateful, but Ash ignored him in favour of leaning up to give Max a quick kiss. Returning the kiss, Max hummed gratefully afterwards, content that he’d won that.

“Right, okay.” The producer said after a minute, straightening out his cards. “So, the fans seem to love you both, do you think you were pressured into a relationship by the fans?” He paused, before adding, “And how do you think the fame is going to impact your relationship?”

Max frowned as he thought the question over, rolling his tongue over his bottom lip as he thought. “You first, boy.” He decided, tilting his head to smile at him. Ash frowned a bit, tilting his head to rest his chin on Max’s shoulder.

“Uhm,” he started, blinking owlishly at the camera. “I don’t think we were pressured. Or, at least, I wasn’t.” Ash glanced at Max, a little worried, but continued. “I didn’t really take much notice of it? I mean, I just… didn’t think about the fact that I even had fans, let alone fans of Max and me. I just knew I cared about him. Care,” he corrected himself, smiling shyly. Max watched him as he spoke, moving to wrap an arm around his boyfriend’s waist to pull him closer, their other hands still entwined together. “Mm,” he agreed, nodding. “Yeah. I don’t think I’ve been pressured into anything in my life, to be honest. I do whatever the fuck I want, I’m not gonna let some 15 year olds on the end of a computer screen decide my life for me.” He shook his head, but smiled still. “Ash kinda snuck up on me, I guess. I didn’t get a chance to even pretend like I didn’t like him.” He leaned forwards to press his lips to Ash’s temple gently. “I dunno. He’s cute.”

Ash blushed a bit, turning to smile at Max before ducking his head to bury his face, briefly, against Max’s neck. “You’re cute,” he fired back, mumbling a bit - although he was sure the camera would pick it up, anyways, and Max laughed, a knowing smile on his face. Still blushing, Ash lifted his head again. “I have no doubt that the fame might… well, impact us. But I don’t think it’ll hurt us, or anything. I… trust Max, and I trust us,” he finished, biting down on a smile.

Tilting his head with a bigger grin, Max raised his eyebrows. “Yeah. That was pretty well said, boy.” He decided, nodding as he pressed his lips together. “I don’t think fame’s going to change us, I think I’ll still be me, and boy will still be boy.” He shrugged, and Ash ducked his head, a pleased smile on his face. “But I dunno, who knows what’s gonna happen, I didn’t exactly predict this, but I like that.”

Carrying two coffees in his hand, Max sat down on the sofa next to his brother, passing him the larger cup and he balanced his own on his leg, not paying attention to the various camera people around him as he struggled to take the lid off of the cup, reaching over to Everett’s lap for where he had dropped the pile of sugar packets. Everett arched his eyebrow at his brother, greeting him as he entered the room, and he grinned, removing his hands from his lap to let Max take the sugar.

“Mine?” He questioned, reaching for his mug. Max nodded and smirked at him, looking down at the mug. “Yeah, yours.” He agreed, ripping another packet of sugar open with his teeth and he poured it carefully into his own drink. All but bouncing in his seat, Everett took the cup of coffee, holding it between his palms as he turned his gaze to the impatient face of the producer.

“Max, Everett - let’s get a move on,” the guy mumbled, his eyebrows furrowed, and Everett flashed him his middle finger, before blanking his face, putting on an expression of innocence.

Max looked up from his coffee at the producers words, and he raised his eyebrows. “Are you kidding me?” He started, putting the lid from his cup on the floor. “Let me sort out my fucking coffee, and then I’ll answer your dumb little quiz.” He rolled his eyes and began to stir his drink with the top of his finger. Everett stifled a laugh, before reaching over to stick his finger in Max’s drink, too. “‘M helping,” he mumbled proudly. “What’s the first question, anyways?” Everett asked, clearly distracted with watching his brother’s coffee swirl. It was hot, but he merely scrunched his nose.

Laughing gently as Everett helped him stir his coffee, Max kept his eyes on his brother, completely ignoring the - in his mind, completely rude and disrespectful - producer and camera people around him. “You’re helping!” He laughed too, lifting his own finger from his drink. He pulled it to his mouth to clean it from coffee and then looked up at the camera. “Alright, I’m ready. Unless I have enough time to go and get a burger.”

Everett furrowed his eyebrows, watching Max, and then pulled his finger from the coffee, too. He stared at it for a moment before wiping it across Max’s face, grinning triumphantly, before sticking it in his own mouth. He scrunched his nose again at the sugary taste, and then shrugged, turning to the producer.

“Max, Everett, our viewers want to know - What is your favourite thing, and least favourite thing about each other?” The producer read from his cue card, clearly rushing to get it over with. Everett frowned, obviously displeased, and shook his head. “Don’t like that,” he responded, reaching up to scratch idly at his nose. “Not at all.”

Max was more focused on watching Everett than the producer, and he frowned at the question. “No.” He agreed, humming under his breath. He put his coffee on the floor and kicked his shoes off, moving to sit more comfortably on the sofa - and really, where was this every week? - and he moved to rest his head in Everett’s lap, laying on his back. Laughing, Everett’s hands immediately fell to tangle in Max’s hair, giving a playful little tug before starting to card his fingers through it. “I could list things I like about you, though babe.” Max smiled up at him.

“We have a good ass,” Everett offered, raising his eyebrows at the producer before returning his gaze to Max’s face. Max let out a small laugh, and hummed, enjoying the feeling of his fingers through his hair. The producer rolled his eyes, and Everett glared at him. “He knows how to have fun. He doesn’t take anyone’s shit. He’s hot. He can keep up with me when I’m drinking. He takes care of me when I’m hungover,” Everett fired at him, curling his lip. Max stayed quiet as he spoke, just watching the way his lips moved and his eyes lit up as he spoke, and Max couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“That was a nice list.” He giggled again and reached his hand up to run his fingertips over Everett’s neck and collarbone. “Ev’s my best friend, I don’t know why you’d ask me to say shit about him I don’t like.” He frowned, not taking his eyes off of him. He was completely ignoring the cameras, but there was only so much he could take, sitting there staring into them. “I don’t like that we don’t share rooms anymore. We always had our own, but I basically lived in his at home.” He said gently, frowning a little to focus more and then his face relaxed. Everett nodded thoughtfully, agreeing completely with his brother’s statement. “I like that he understands me, no one else understands me like him.” He shrugged, and Everett smiled softly - a smile reserved only for Max. “I dunno. I like everything. We’re Max and Everett. Together and that’s just how it is.”  

Max walked down to the confessionals room. He wasn't too bothered that there wasn't one the week before, but he liked bitching about people so they were always pretty fun. He sat through three or four pointless questions which he had no interest for - about the house and how it was living away from home. Tapping his feed against the floor and his hands against his legs, he settled back more comfortably into the chair. The producer picked up a new piece of paper, reading some new questions to him. At the first one, Max tilted his head slightly as he listened.

"Since you and Everett are so close, and you don't like Tabby, how do you feel about them being together?"

Benji tripped over something near the door, causing him to swear at some little object that stubbed his toe, once he was over it. Benji pushed the door open, waving at the people that were behind the camera, with a polite smile on his face.

"THIS WEEKS QUESTION: Noah says you talk to Lola more than anyone in the house and he finds it annoying, how do you feel about that?"