&& we hide from everything uncomfortable

[Blake Tanner Edwards]

Blake jumped out his of car and walked into the cemetery. He was alone, and bored. He didn't want to be in his apartment, it was boring as hell there. So, it was cold and dark here. That's what happens at night when its winter. He pulled his black sweatshirt closer to himself. He had on a white and black poka-dotted hat and dark black jeans.

If anyone was going to be out here, they might see Blake. He had a mountain few in his hand, and a candy cane in the other. He liked Candy canes and had more in his pocket. So, Blake had an obsession with candy. He couldn't help it to much. He bit his lip. He put the candy cane in his mouth. He started to unscrew the top of his soda and took a sip. He looked around to see if anyone was there.

No one was around. He looked around again. There was no where to sit, and sitting on a grave, or a gravestone was just wrong. It was very disrespectful. Blake wasn't disrespectful, unless it was to his parents. They said that he couldn't get anywhere in life just because he was gay. That was just mean to make fun, and put him down just because of his sexuality.



WORDS; to lazy to look : P
TAG; Maxie
MUSE; failing
MUSIC; give me novacaine by green day
CREDIT; thavron @ caution

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[Maxwell Joshua McDevitt]

WE BATHE IN OUR BLOOD,

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Max's fingers felt stiff, having been wrapped around the branch, and buried in snow for quite a few minutes. He was tense, himself, his muscles prepared to spring down or climb up. It wasn't usual for people to be wandering around the graveyard by themselves at night. And even Max wasn't the exception to this. He normally didn't wander around graveyards like this, but he'd needed somewhere calm and quiet, not unlike the woods behind his house and the creek. But that had gotten quite boring, so here he was, lodged between a branch and the tree trunk, one hand getting frost bite on the branch above him for support. His black jeans were soaked through, a bone-chilling cold begin to settle over his skin and freeze his legs. And if Max hadn't been wearing a leather jacket, he would without a doubt be smothered in snow down to his chest. As he watched the guy move through the graveyard, he rose slowly to his feet, balancing lightly like a cat on the branch and moving forward. He wondered what the guy would think if he happened to look up and see him walking along the branch, quite obviously spying on him. It wasn't like he was inconspicuous, either. He was wearing a hot pink shirt and his hair was bleached with streaks of electric blue. But Max had the hood pulled up and a black baseball hat on, too.

I'm a ninja, Max thought to himself as he slipped to the ground, landing in the snow with only a small crackle, like he had landed on a sheet of tiny bubble wrap. A cat, like McCavity except cuter and nicer. Max smiled to himself, wondering why he was in such a playful mood. Before his eyes, the other boy stood still, like he was wondering where to sit, which was understandable. Max froze, his eyelids fluttering quickly. If he moved, the boy would see him, and that would ruin his whole game. Best to stay dead silent, like a corpse under the snow, preparing to reach through the frozen ground and pull you under, the appetizer to a maggoty feast of the Dead.

Yuck. Once the image had passed from Max's mind, he cringed slightly. That was gross. That was therapy gross. Absently, Max sneezed, then became aware of the fact that the other guy definitely would have heard that. Fuck, Max thought. Well, that game was over, then...

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TAGGED Monsieur Blake Edwards
WORDS 410
OUTFIT www.polyvore.com/pinkk/set?id=14792089
LYRICS escape the fate – the guillotine.
NOTES He also has a pikachu hair clip!
CREDIT sarahh at caution.

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[Blake Tanner Edwards]

Blake looked around, not up or anything, just to the left and to the right. He felt like someone was there, was watching him. Being someone that can't stand still for a whole long time, he took a huge gulp of his soda and put it in the snow so that it would stay cold.

He stood there for a moment before pulling his sleeves over his hands and leaned down. He stood on his hands for a moment and looked around. Everything was much more interesting upside down. He lost his balance after a moment, and his hands were frozen. He fell onto his back with a thump. "Ouch!" he said. He sat up and then looked around. He still didn't see anyone around. He started to laugh at himself. He didn't have great balance sometimes, but hten again, his hands were now frozen.

He heard someone sneeze and he looked around. "Bless you!" He said. He wasn't sure were the sneeze came from, or from whom but he was still nice enough to say bless you.

He looked around and finally stood up. His back was covered in snow. He took off his sweatshirt, to show a light blue tee shirt. He shook his sweatshirt, to get off the snow. He pulled it back on after, since it was freezing. He didn't pull his hood back up, and let the brown and blonde hair that he had fall around his ears and come out from his hat.




WORDS; I dunno. don't wanna look it up.
TAG; Maxxie
MUSE; Getting better!
MUSIC; give me novacaine by green day
CREDIT; thavron @ caution

[Maxwell Joshua McDevitt]

WE BATHE IN OUR BLOOD,

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Max giggled to himself. It was ridiculous that someone who was getting creeped upon wasn't wondering why Max was following him, but instead acknowledging a sneeze. It seemed the wrong thing to do, but amused Max greatly. Max jammed his freezing hands into his coat pockets, wishing that he had brought hand warmers or something. But as long as his teeth weren't chattering and his hand wasn't turning black and threatening to fall off, he decided that he would be fine. It was all a myth that you could actually get sick from just standing out in the snow. You only got sick from germs, right? And the snow was just frozen water. But by this point, his fingers were starting to ache and he'd lost feeling in his toes quite a while ago when the snow had soaked through his pink Converse. He bit his tongue quickly, a sharp distraction from the frozen feeling everywhere else in his body before stepping forward.

"Thank you," he said, looking up at the boy through his thick, mascaraed eyelashes. "For, um, blessing me, I guess." He smiled to himself, even though it wasn't even funny. He was just cold, and nervous, a little bit, because when did you ever find guys walking around a graveyard at night? For all Max knew, he was a baby sex offender who molested bunnies, Pikachus, and 16 year olds with uncertain genders. A lock of bleach blond hair tumbled out of his hood, falling into his eyes, and Max brushed it back with frozen fingers.

"So, uh, what brings you to the graveyard this fine, fine, cold evening?" Max asked, biting his lip between the snakebites and staring past the other guy at a grave. He couldn't see what it said, but there was a small angel carved into it, rising from the earth and holding a tiny child in it's arms. Itching with curiosity, Max wanted to see whose it was. Graves had always interested him, and he loved the pictures and sayings on them, no matter how morbid that made him seem. Lots of people wandered graveyards and read the graves. Maybe not at night, but, Max normally wasn't here at night. This was a "woods too boring, need some quiet" situation. Focusing his eyes back on the boy, Max wondered how someone got so gorgeous before stopping that thought process. One step at a time, he scolded himself. Name first, fantasizing later.

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TAGGED Monsieur Blake Edwards
WORDS 408
OUTFIT www.polyvore.com/pinkk/set?id=14792089
LYRICS escape the fate – the guillotine.
NOTES He also has a pikachu hair clip!
CREDIT sarahh at caution.

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[Blake Tanner Edwards]

Blake looked were the voice came from. "Well, You're welcome." He said. He bit his lip and shivered a little. It was cold out here, but he didn't really want to go home. No one was there, no one was ever there. Blake hasn't had anyone in his house for over a year and a half. He left home before he was seventeen, and now he was almost nineteen.

The boy worded his reason for him to say thank you funny, so he started to laugh a little. "That's a funny way to say thank you, or at least the reason. He said. He looked at the boy. He reached down and took his mountain dew from the snow. "Aww. Its frozen." He said. He looked at the boy again.

"Didn't want to be home. No ones there, no one is ever there. How about yourself?" He said. He didn't want to be home. Home was boring. His real home though, was really back in Boston where his parents put him down for being gay. He bit his lip."I'm Blake, by the way." He said. There was no need for him not to know his name. Blake looked this boy over. He was actually pretty cute looking. At least Blake was gay, so he wasn't creeped out by this thought at all.



WORDS; still lazy.
TAG; Maxxie
MUSE; iffy
MUSIC; give me novacaine by green day
CREDIT; thavron @ caution

[Maxwell Joshua McDevitt]

WE BATHE IN OUR BLOOD,

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Blinking, Max kicked at the snow, his Converse already so soaked through that he wouldn't be able to tell if someone had dipped them in a lake. "I'm Max," he said, trying to tuck the lock of hair behind his ear unavailingly. It kept drifting back into his eyes, and he didn't really want to take off his hat and hood just to fix it. It was too cold for any part of his skin to be exposed, and it was too late for his hands. He took his hands out of his pockets to stare at them, wondering if they were turning blue, or if he was imagining it out of paranoia. Max stuck two fingers in his mouth, hoping the warmth would start to spread and wishing he had brought gloves, or a cigarette or anything warm. Instead, he had a Pikachu hair clip and three metal bracelets. He didn't even have his cell phone. If he died, no one would be able to identify him.

Okay, that was a lie. He was the only Max McDevitt in Hampton, and he was the only person whose gender still hadn't been clarified as any one thing. For example, if he had been wearing a skirt today, well... Actually, that would have been a very stupid idea. But that was beside the point. Rolling his eyes, he stopped this thought process before it got too extended and ridiculous. He removes his fingers from his mouth, feeling the warmth slip away into the cool night air, and the spit freeze on his skin. Stupid, stupid idea. He stifled a shiver, then looked up to meet Blake's eyes.

"Well, I dunno. My house was boring and my mom's cat was sleeping on my pillow, so I decided that instead of facing my allergies, I'd come speak to the dead." Max looked thoughtful for a second, absently twirling the lock of hair between two fingers. "They're not very social and I don't think they like me." He blinked his heavy eyelids, wondering what time it was and how long he'd been out here receiving frost bite. He wouldn't be surprised if he was covered in mini icicles and snow had started to fall inside of his stomach, huge, heavy snowflakes drifting through the hydrochloric acid like they owned the place. Ew. Another weird, gross thought in the mind of Mr. Max McDevitt.

"And of course it's frozen," he laughed. "You just put it in the snow. Even my blood's freezing at this temperature." Max briefly wondered if it were possible for your blood to literally freeze to your veins. He decided that he'd Google it when he got home, because there was no way it couldn't freeze. Frozen blood, clinging in ice crystals to the sides of your arteries and capillaries. Max wrinkled his nose slightly at the thought, wondering if he needed to see a psychiatrist after all these weird thoughts of his.

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TAGGED Monsieur Blake Edwards
WORDS 491
OUTFIT www.polyvore.com/pinkk/set?id=14792089
LYRICS escape the fate – the guillotine.
NOTES He also has a pikachu hair clip!
CREDIT sarahh at caution.

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[Blake Tanner Edwards]

Blake looked at him."That's a nice name." he said. He blinked at him. He rubbed his hands together. His hands were frozen as he was doing a handstand no even five minutes ago. He blew into his hands, trying to get warm. Note to self: NEVER do a handstand in the snow. He thought. He would have to remember that.

He threw the bottle somewhere, he couldn't drink it; it was frozen solid and it would explode sooner or later. He looked bit his lip. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his sweatshirt. He didn't know what to say at the moment. At least this kid was with his parents, and from the looks of it, they somewhat supported him.

[color-white]"At least you're with your parents. I got up and left mine almost two years ago. I couldn't handle them putting me down, just because I was something they didn't want me to be."

[/color]He said. He didn't understand why his parents hated the fact that he was gay. It wasn't like he wanted to be what they wanted him to be. They wanted him to be a lawyer or a doctor. But that wasn't something Blake was interested in. He wanted to sing. As dumb as that sounded, he wanted to be a vocalist in a band. And his parents didn't support him. It made him mad that he couldn't get his parents to even listen to him because he was gay, and wanted to do a lot of things by himself.

"Haha. Yeah." He said. He rubbed the back of his neck. He shivered. His hands were frozen. "Can blood freeze if your still alive?He asked. He looked at him, rather strangely. Could blood freeze? Even Blake wasn't sure on that.He bit his lip again, his lip was so chap that it split. He tasted the iron, warm liquid in his mouth and made a face. Gross, blood tasted awful. He looked at Max. He looked somewhat like a girl. He was a boy, right? His name was a boy's name and he kind of sounded like one, but sometimes it didn't matter.


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WORDS; Don't care.
TAG; Maxxie
MUSE; 75%
MUSIC; give me novacaine by green day
CREDIT; thavron @ caution
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[Maxwell Joshua McDevitt]

WE BATHE IN OUR BLOOD,

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Max giggled. "Thanks." Honestly, he really did like his name. He'd always thought it was one of those cool names that you'd have to be really lucky to get. And, well, he was lucky. If only his parents hadn't tacked on the retarded 'well' to the end and made him sound like a CEO or something. But as long as he could go by Max, he was perfectly happy. "I always thought it sounded like some kind of dog's name, though, ya know?" Max shrugged, sticking his frozen fingers in his mouth again. The damp warmth pulsed the blood under his skin and he could feel the steady beat on his tongue, like his heart had moved into his fingers. Max was half tempted to just shove his hands in his pants in an attempt to make his fingers warmer, but of course he jeans were soaked through, as well. Max took his hand out of his mouth and quickly shoved it in his jacket pocket.

"I don't think it really could," Max said, "because it's moving when your heart beats, and there's the different kinds of cells. And stuff." Max smiled slightly, shrugging. Another lock of hair fell out of his hat, this time electric blue. For some reason, his hair just wasn't staying up in the hat, and Max almost considered just letting all his hair out. For all he knew it could keep him warmer. But that would involve taking off his hat and his hood and that just didn't seem like a good idea.

"No, I'm not lucky I still live with my parents." Max scowled despite himself. "They make my life absolute hell. It's absolutely awful." Max raised his eyebrows and looked at Blake through big, dark brown eyes that strongly resembled those of his puppy Scotty dog's, Pikachu. "I'm not kidding. You've never met worse parents." Max shook his head and lowered his eyes. All he ever heard from his parents was how much he was ruining his life. How much giving up something he hated had possibly ruined him. How every time Max looked in his mom's eyes, he saw sadness and desperation, and in his father's was disappointment and reflections of what could have been, if Max was tall and muscular, and straight. If he had maybe forced him to play football or soccer, or made him run a few more bases in first grade baseball.

Nope. Max was a pansexual, cross-dressing dropout with an obsession with Pikachu, cat allergies and the inability to show up at work on time. But it was a little too late to go back now. Not that he wanted to, but still. Just seeing how upset his parents were with their only child was just the slightest bit heartbreaking.

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TAGGED Monsieur Blake Edwards
WORDS 463
OUTFIT www.polyvore.com/pinkk/set?id=14792089
LYRICS escape the fate – the guillotine.
NOTES He also has a pikachu hair clip!
CREDIT sarahh at caution.

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[Blake Tanner Edwards]

"You're welcome" He said. He looked at the boy as he put his hands in his mouth. He balled his hands up into fists in his pockets to warm up his frozen fingers. He looked down for a moment, feeling his feet get cold. He looked up at him. "Haha. I suppose so." He said. he watched the boy stick his hands in his mouth again. "Your only going to get your hands to freeze more you know." He said. "But then again, its easily eleven and around zero." He laughed. Damn, that boy was cute the way he acted.


"I guess." He said. Blake was never listening in school. "True. And they are alive after all." He said. He smiled at him. He kinda liked this guy, but he wouldn't show it. For in case Max didn't like him at all.

"Really? I left mine. They don't accept me for wanting to be something. Even if I'm gay, I still want to be someone. But they think being gay is like being the son of the devil" Blake shrugged. His parents were so sexist that it wasn't even funny. They were rude, and grounded him when he told them. So, he ran away. He took a train, moved to Maine for a while, then played grand thief auto and moved here, not before dropping the car somewhere and asking his grandmother who lives about two hours from here if he could have her car since she didn't drive and it was a brand new care.

Blake looked at him, then the ground. Blake was what his parents never wanted, and they were to old to have any more kids, so his parents were furious with him when he told them he was gay and didn't want children.Ever. He didn't like children, they were loud and messy. He also didn't like pizza, but that was because he couldn't eat it without getting very sick and ending up in the hospital. He was allergic to tomatoes.



WORDS; aewgidb
TAG; maxxie
MUSE; dead
OCC; I got lazy with the colors.. sowwy.
MUSIC; give me novacaine by green day
CREDIT; thavron @ caution

[Maxwell Joshua McDevitt]

WE BATHE IN OUR BLOOD,

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Max felt a smile tug at his lips, trying to force them to a smile. Good. Blake was gay. Now we were getting somewhere. Not that it mattered. Max had had straight guys fall for him, mistaking him for a girl. Thank God they never found out. Instead of giving into the unstoppable power of a smile, Max looked away at the Mountain Dew bottle briefly before meeting Blake's eyes again, his face carefully composed into a look of indifference. With a shrug, he shook his head slightly, a noncommittal jerk. "I dunno, though," he said. "I'd leave them, but I'm only sixteen and I don't think I could outsmart Social Services for two years. I have no high school education, and no form of solid job. I think for now, it's better to just stay with them, you know?" Max tugged on the zipper of his jacket, pulling it up to his chin. It was getting colder as time wore on, or maybe he was just imagining it, overcome by the pain in his fingers and toes. He was tempted to bolt for his car, crank of the heat and turn on his iPod full blast, but Blake was too cute to just leave here.

"Could we, uh," Max looked over his shoulder to the vague path which wound through the cemetery, the only place Max could think of to park his car. "I dunno. Find somewhere warmer?" His boring car was parked completely haphazardly, considering Max didn't know where the path was, and where the cemetery began. The whole place was blanketed in soft white snow, which looked indefinitely silver under the starry sky, as if the moon itself had dusted the headstones with it's magic. "Like my car," he suggested, eyeing the unassuming silver car. He'd had the beat up thing since he'd turned sixteen and he'd had the choice of a red car and this one. He'd chosen this one, much to his parents surprise. But Max knew what he was doing. Red cars got pulled over way more often than silver ones, and Max knew that we was a reckless driver already. The radio was bad and the speakers kept blowing out and needing replacing, but Max personally loved his car, even if he pretended that it was a piece of shit.

Max took his hands out of his pockets, staring at the brilliant red color that they had become in the snow. He wished that he had been smart enough to bring gloves, even if he didn't bring a phone or his wallet or anything. But Max rarely thought ahead enough to consider if gloves were the right thing to wear when he was going out in ten degree weather at midnight in January. He jammed one hand in his mouth and the other up his shirt, pressed to his belly. He hoped Blake wouldn't be creeped out if he thought Max was a girl. It wasn't like Max didn't stuff a bra when he was masquerading in pink shirts and hair dye.

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TAGGED Monsieur Blake Edwards
WORDS 511
OUTFIT www.polyvore.com/pinkk/set?id=14792089
LYRICS escape the fate – the guillotine.
NOTES He also has a pikachu hair clip!
CREDIT sarahh at caution.

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[Blake Tanner Edwards]

Blake looked at him. He smiled. He kind of liked Max, he was interesting, and he didn't seem to annoyed with him. Maybe he thought that Blake was cute. Though, that was far off in Blake's mind. He looked at him, then tried to see if he would be able to see were the bottle of soda went. No luck, it was too dark to see anything, but he could see Max okay. He shrugged. “I left my parents when I was sixteen and half. I'm now almost nineteen” He said. “I mean, I barely listen in school, or don't bother in it at all. I mean, for what I want to be I don't need to have a high school education” He said.

“Haha. Yeah.. Its getting colder by the minute.” he said. He smiled at him. “Sure. If you want to.” He said. He had his car here too, but he didn't want to go to his car, it was new and he didn't even like the thing. But, it was a car, and he didn't steal this one. It was his grandmother's, and she was in a nursing home and he went to visit her and she told him to take the car. So, he did. Blake smiled at the boy. “I suppose anywhere is warmer then outside in the cold.” He laughed. He took his hands out of his pockets and looked at them. They were frozen, and red slightly.

“Your going to freeze your fingers off doing that.” He said, laughing. Making your fingers wet, then putting them into the freezing air was something that you shouldn't do. He laughed. He rubbed his hands together, he was really regretting not wearing gloves, or a jacket for that matter. He shivered again. “Brrrrr” He said to himself.


WORDS; don't know
TAG; maxie
MUSE; good
MUSIC; give me novacaine by green day
CREDIT; thavron @ caution

[Maxwell Joshua McDevitt]

WE BATHE IN OUR BLOOD,

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Max smiled widely, glad that he didn't have to wait a second more out in the snow and cold. His fingers were numb, and freezing cold against his stomach. He could feel the blood pounding against his skin, trying to warm his fingers up quickly. Taking his other hand out of his mouth, Max shoved that up his shirt as well, the warm skin of his belly making his fingers burn painfully. He turned on his heel, looking only briefly over his shoulder to see if Blake was following, and led the way to his car. The snow was ankle deep, and even though Max tried, he couldn't quite stay in this footprint he had left on his original walk to the tree. If he had thought that he couldn't possibly get any wetter than before, he was wrong.

Max couldn't pretend not to be relieved when he dived into the front seat of his car, blasting the heat and turning on the seat warmers. He felt gross in his soaked clothes, but was so relieved for the heat, he was smiling widely and sinking as deep into his car seat as possible. Looking over, he saw that Blake had made it to the car, and he tossed his pink iPod Nano at him, which was connected to the speakers of his car by wires. "Pick any song you like," he said, slipping his hood and hat off, letting his hair out, which was sticking up from the static electricity. Max pulled down the mirror of his car and fixed it, doing his best to make the white and blue strands lie flat enough to look presentable. "I hate this," he said out loud, mostly to himself, but if Blake heard, that was okay. "My hair's always a mess and I have the worst hat hair now." He scowled, trying to get his numb fingers to work, but failing. His hair would have to wait for his fingers to warm up.

Max remembered what Blake had said earlier about not needing a high school education. "Then why not just drop out? It's such a waste of time if you don't need to go to do what you want to do." Max paused, pressing one hand against the burning metal grills on the vent, heat gushing over his fingers. The skin felt like it was melting, but at least pins and needles were starting to prickle all over them. That was a good sign. It meant that the blood was flowing and that he wouldn't need to chop his hand off. "What do you want to do, anyway?" Max had tried to think of a good career that didn't need a high school education, but couldn't think of one for the life of him. It wasn't like he hadn't thought about it before, but he'd never come up with something good. Not any kind of suitable goal besides make it to tomorrow.

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TAGGED Monsieur Blake Edwards
WORDS 491
OUTFIT www.polyvore.com/pinkk/set?id=14792089
LYRICS escape the fate – the guillotine.
NOTES He also has a pikachu hair clip!
CREDIT sarahh at caution.

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[Blake Tanner Edwards]

Blake looked at him. He smiled and watched the boy stuff his hands up his shirt. That was one way to keep your hands warm, and away from frost bite, but your stomach may thing other wise. He walked the boy, turn on his heels and started to walk away before looking at him. Blake nodded and took a few steps and followed him. He has by now lost all feeling in his toes, and didn't even think that they were there anymore. He walked and and felt his ankles freeze as he walked. He was cold, no frozen. He shivered as the wind blew. It was like the air made it in the negatives, which it probably did. He looked as the boy was walking, watching him as he slowly followed Max. He moved his toes, he swore at the moment that he would loose them. He couldn't feel them at all. Blake followed Max to the older looking car. “Nice car. I like it. I like older cars better then the one I have. There is just something about old cars that are better.” He said, though mostly he was talking to himself at the end, though if Max wanted to answer something about what he said then that was fine too.

Blake soon followed as he jumped in the car, after Max moved of course. His dark jeans were frozen, and he could barely move in them. If it wasn't winter, he would take them off and let them dry, but that would just by stupid at the moment. He caught the pink iPod Nano and looked through the songs. There was some good songs on here. He picked out “Holiday” By Green Day and set the iPod on the dashboard. He felt the seat warmth, warm him up, and he sunk into it. “Your lucky, you have seat warmers. I don't.. and I regret it dearly.” He said. He looked at him. “You're hair is cool.” He said. His hair was like, bright blue and blonde.. it was cool. Blake just had blonde and brown in his hair, nothing really special. He watched him for a moment as Max was fixing his hair, though Blake didn't move his hands to fix his. He didn't want to move, and he couldn't even feel his finger tips. He sat on his hands, pressing them between the seat warmer and himself. He felt the feeling in his fingers start to return and he sighed.

“I should, but all I have to do is work, which I don't like doing at all.” He said. He could sit around and sleep, then play guitar and write songs. Damn it. Max gave him a really good idea. “I think I will drop out.” He said. He looked at Max when he asked what he wanted to do. He looked down at his frozen feet and blushed. “I want to be a vocalist in a band and be famous. I want to prove to my parents that just because I'm gay doesn't mean that I'm not able to anything that a straight guy couldn't do. I mean, there are gay vocalists out there, and they make a good amount of money and such.” He said. He has his face a bright red color, and thought that Max would laugh at him for wanting to be famous. Everyone wanted to be famous, but they just wanted to be famous. Blake wanted to prove his parents wrong.

Blake pulled his hood down and took off his hat. His hair was a little messy, so he ran his hand through it a few times before he looked at Max. “Its a stupid dream, I know.” He said. He knew that it was stupid to think that he could be famous, but that was what he wanted to be. And it wasn't like he wasn't good at singing, or guitar either. He was actually rather good at it. Though, he wouldn't want to gloat about it.

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WORDS; 677
TAG; Maxxie
MUSE; GOOD
MUSIC; give me novacaine by green day
CREDIT; thavron @ caution
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[Maxwell Joshua McDevitt]

WE BATHE IN OUR BLOOD,

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Max bit his bottom lip, his teeth falling right in between the snake bites. "It's shit. But I love it." He banged a hand on the roof, making a loud, echoing metallic banging noise before he ducked into the car. One day, he was going to do that, and the whole thing would break apart into millions of pieces and Max would be left to pick them up and figure out what went where and why. Oh well. As long as that day wasn't today, Max didn't give a damn about it.

"You have good taste in music," Max commented when the song came on. Max had always preferred more obscure music to Green Day, which had always been a little bit mainstream--everyone knew of at least one Green Day song--but of course there was nothing wrong with them, and Limewire was always free.

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TAGGED Monsieur Blake Edwards
WORDS 410
OUTFIT www.polyvore.com/pinkk/set?id=14792089
LYRICS escape the fate – the guillotine.
NOTES He also has a pikachu hair clip!
CREDIT sarahh at caution.

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