Two is better than one(:

[Melissa Lee Pratt]

yours was the kiss that awoke my heart,

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Melissa was awkwardly awaiting the day ahead. Outside of the school she stood and leaned her body against the wall. Taking out a cigarette she took out her history book and prepared for the test she knew that was coming today first period. Sighing Melissa looked up and started to realize that she was completely freezing. Closing the book she shoved the lit cigarette in the wall and hid it just as the principal walked out and instructed her inside the building to make sure that she wasn't going to ditch again.

Melissa picked up her backpack and walked into the building. People started to fill the hallways. Sounds of talking and lockers slamming all around her. Some sounds of people most likely planning to jump somebody or buy drugs. It was a really messed up a school. The thought struck her. 'was it different anywhere else' Melissa shrugged and walked to her locker, opening it up she shoved in her backpack and took out a notebook, history book, and a pen. Melissa slammed the locker shut and turned to walk to her first class of the day. Walking in the room people were sitting on desks and probably plotting out how to tie the teacher to the chair and have a party...

Melissa walked to her seat in the very back of the room. She actually liked this spot. Mostly because she could text, and draw, or just generaly slack off whenever she wanted because the teachers desk was around the corner, and he could only see the first few rows of people. Once she even got to sneak a cigarette. That was a good day. Melissa sat in her seat and started to doodle a drawking that said M.P. + J.P. = <3 God she liked Jake she couldn't even explain it. Smiling to herself she continued to scetch the outline of the heart. Melissa finished right when the bell rang. Smiling she hatched a plan to ditch again.

Smiling she raised her hand "Uh..can I go to the bathroom?" The teacher nodded and Melissa walked out of the room. Smiling to herself she turned and walked right out of the door. She wasn't going to return. Like the teacher didn't realize that she had taken all of her stuff with her. Than again he was as blind as a bat. She sighed and pulled out a cigaretted and stood outside of the school and enjoyed her cigarette.

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[Maxwell Joshua McDevitt]

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The sky was cold and ashen, the clouds looking like little puffs of smoking caught in the net of the sun. It was January, of course, and the sky was bound to look sullen and gray, but Max hated it. It was always so cold. As he stared at the sky, wondering how something that looked like the spawn of a cigarette could make the world feel so cold, something tugged his hand, tugging him back to earth and back from his thoughts. Max pulled his eyes from the clouds and his distorted view of the sun and down to the sidewalk, where a tiny black puppy sat, wagging it's feathered tail and looking expectantly up at his master. Max smiled widely, a thorny little grin to match the puppy's. Max pulled at the blue leash which the puppy was attached to, and it pranced forward on it's paws which seemed to be too big for his miniature body.

"Good boy, Pikachu," Max praised, tempted to pick up the puppy and stuff him down his jacket for warmth. But Pikachu was getting leash-trained, and Max wasn't going to get him used to being carried around all over the place. That way, he'd probably get fat, spoiled and lazy. And the Scottie was too cute to be ruined by indulgence. As they continued up the sidewalk, Max tried to take his mind off of things, watching the sky for brief moments, looking at the dead trees, but finding nothing of particular interest. His mindset was on one thing, no matter how had he tried to drag it away. Finally, unable to resist just walking and staring at nothing, Max picked up Pikachu, who seemed very glad to get off his paws, and carried him into the yard of the school. "I'm gonna show you where I would've gone to school," Max told him, lifting the black thing up by it's armpits and staring it in the eye. "You'll understand why I get in so many fights with my mom after this." He tucked Pikachu under his arm and ducked around the corner of the building, out of sight of the main office. "This," he said, "is where I would be right now if I was still in school. This wall, right here." Max nodded knowingly, dropping his eyes to the cigarette butts on the ground. Time to move on, then!

As he made his way around the perimeter of the building, showing Pikachu all the highlights of why it sucked, he tucked the puppy into his jacket and zipped it up. Today, he was most certainly dressed like a girl, with his hair bleached blonde and down to his shoulders, a dress and leggins on over a stuffed bra, and of course his faithful leather jacket, which had been going through so much wear and tear since he had gotten it for Christmas, Max half-expected it to drop off his frame at any moment. He had also been smart this time and tucked hand warmers into his pockets. He was not going to end up frozen and frostbitten like a few nights before at the cemetery, when he'd practically buried himself in snow. No, this time he'd been smart and even brought his phone with him, too. And a pack of cigarettes, not that he'd be breaking his New Year's Resolution and having any, though of course he knew he'd have to break sometime. It'd been amazing, even to him how long he had lasted.

Finally, as they turned the final corner of the school, Max saw something he'd never have expected. A student out of class? Oh, the sheer horror. The teacher must have been absolutely a mess, annoyed that she didn't have someone to slave away in a dreary old classroom, doing a drudge's work and staring at hospital green walls all day. Whatever. Max didn't actually remember that much of school, anyway, besides the halls and bathrooms where he'd slunk away to text, smoke and shoot up whatever he could get a hold of. Another New Year's Resolution. Heroin and crack needed to go. The pot might be nice to flush from his system, too, even though he knew there was no way he could ever set his goals that high. The lazy ass that he was couldn't even finish sophomore year. How did he expect his "ambition" to help him quit drugs? He didn't, but the ideas had looked nice on paper.

"Hey," Max said, brushing a lock of his bleached hair from his eyes. Pikachu squirmed against his chest from where he'd had his nose pressed to stare at the new person. Max could almost feel his excitement -- or maybe it was his tail, wagging furiously against Max's stomach. Pikachu sneezed quickly as the cigarette smoke entered his nose, and Max felt a crude craving well up in his gut, somewhere between his commonsense and stupidity sensors. One cigarette couldn't hurt, right?

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TAGGED Miss Melissa Pratt
WORDS 833
OUTFIT www.polyvore.com/shes_dressed_to_kill/set?id=14827447
LYRICS escape the fate – the guillotine.
NOTES My muse is pretty much burned out
CREDIT sarahh at caution.

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[Melissa Lee Pratt]

Melissa breathed in every last toxic fume of her cigarette. God she needed to quit but how could she? That would be way too hard for her. And mostly because her 'it' (a.k.a. stepmother Amber) didn't even know that she smoked. So going to someone for money to stop wasn't worth it, and cold turkey was completely out of the picture. Melissa started to hum a song that was stuck in her head, then she remembered that she had her ipod in her locker. Jumping up she walked back into the building with the pass in her hand. She sighed and turned the corner to the hall where her locker was located. Melissa soon stood frozen in her tracks. The principal stood right in front of her with his arms crossed and a stare that if it could kill, Melissa would be on the floor completely squashed on impact right now.

She smiled and said "Oh Hi...Uh..I was just getting back to class from the restroom." Feeling a sudden emotion of relief she had realized she took the bathroom pass with her just in case and had it with her. She held it up and the principal nodded. Turning away the principal turned the corner and wasn't to be seen for a while. Melissa caught her breath in reluctance that she had snuck by with that one. "That was too close" She said heavily breathing. Melissa stood up and remembered what she was there for in the first place. Sighing she walked up to her locker and did the combination. She pulled down and the lock came undone. Smiling she pulled out her ipod and placed an earbud in her ear.

Walking back outside she thought about all the people in her class most likely taking a pop quiz right now. Well honestly she had studied before school for nothing. At this rate she would be lucky to get into a community college. But with the dream of being a musician still stuck in her head every second she figured, who needs school? Melissa walked back out to where she was and lit up another cigarette, she still had a good 6 of them left. miling she lit one up and inhaled and exhaled the toxic fumes that were slowly killing her on the inside. Melissa jumped suddenly to see someone coming up to talk to her. She smiled and said "Oh sorry you scared me. Hi.." Melissa smiled at the girl "I'm Melissa by the way." She grinned and took in another giant burst of smoke.

[Maxwell Joshua McDevitt]

WE BATHE IN OUR BLOOD,

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"Hi," Max repeated as one of Pikachu's paws flew up and brushed his nose. Jesus Christ, he thought, unzipping his jacket and putting the puppy on the ground and letting it charge at Melissa. He let the leash slip from his delicate fingers, hoping Melissa would have enough sense to not let his brand new puppy run off into the woods or something. Whatever. Just as long as Pikachu didn't end up lost or killed or something. Melissa, though, was too pretty to not have any commonsense. He zippered his jacket back up, studying Melissa quietly. Her eyes were startlingly blue under her black bangs, the complete opposite of Max, whose dark, dark eyes looked black and his bleached hair was burned and damaged, not like Melissa's. "I'm Max," he told her. Pikachu's tail was going 100 miles per hour and he seemed to hardly be able to contain himself. New people! Oh my God! Hihihihihihi! Max rolled his eyes, secretly in love with the Scottie dog which was happy-peeing on the ground now. "Sorry!" he apologized, scooping Pikachu up into his arms and scolding him in a quiet, smiling voice. "You're a big boy, now," he told the puppy, then put him on the ground next to his feet.

"So," Max smiled playfully, meeting Melissa's eyes. "You're out of class, you little bad ass." He took another deep breath of sweet, sweet cigarette smoke, and he found himself digging in his pocket for one. He jammed it between his teeth. I will not light this, I will not light this... A tiny flame danced on the tip of his lighter and he leaned into it quickly, breathing in a deeper lungful of cigarette smoke. It was so satisfying, so perfect. He didn't care if his lungs were black and burned, it felt good, in his soul, in his brain. He wasn't on edge, and his mood was softening. Max loved cigarettes. Why had he ever considered quitting? Actually, he was pretty impressed with himself. Fifteen days without a ciggie. That was pretty awe-inspiring, especially considering he used to smoke half a pack a day at the very least.

"Oh!" Max poked Pikachu with his toe, "this is Pikachu, by the way." He smiled toothily as Pikachu leaped up onto his two back paws, trying to jump around, begging for Max to pick him up. "C'mon, good boy," Max murmured, pulling the puppy into his arms with a huge hug and a kiss on the top of his head. Pikachu looked up and licked him on the chin, making Max's grin even bigger.

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TAGGED Miss Melissa Pratt
WORDS 436
OUTFIT www.polyvore.com/shes_dressed_to_kill/set?id=14827447
LYRICS escape the fate – the guillotine.
NOTES I CAN DO BETTER! My muse died, sooooooorrrrrrryyy.
CREDIT sarahh at caution.

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[Melissa Lee Pratt]

• THIS PART OF ME •
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
THIS PART OF ME
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Melissa smiled at the girl. She was very nice by the look of it and could tell that she was someone who would always be there. Melissa had some kind of gift that could tell someones personality by looking at them, or it was just obvious when people seemed like asshole's or sweethearts. She smiled and said "Nice to meet you." She giggled at her dog Pikachu swatted her paw across his face. She giggled and shrugged. She made a wide grin "Hey I try." She smiled wider. "Ah so I see your a fellow smoker. How long have you been trapped?" She asked Max. She had been smoking for about two years now and was not about to quit. And she called it being trapped because after she first inhaled she was addicted and couldn't get out. A trap was set to lure your body in for more, and that was exactly what the nicotine did.

Melissa smiled at Max and said "So what are you doing not in school? Or are you out of school?" Melissa felt actually kind of bad asking a lot of questions and not really caring about her surroundings or the fact that the principal was just about to round the corner of the school. Melissa watched as the dog ran towards her. She picked up the dog and just let him lick her face non stop. "Oh my god he is so cute!" she exclaimed. She smiled and laughed as the dog continued to lick her face. She loved animals. It reminded her of her brother spencer's dog, Wednesday. God she missed her brothers.

Melissa turned her head suddenly and was stuck in her frozen state again. The principal was giving her a death glare from about twenty yards away and Melissa was actually scared. This creepy eighty five year old man just gave her the chills and made her want to get the fuck out of his way when he came by. Which was pretty strange for her since well, she's pretty tough herself. She is pretty built but you can't tell by just looking at her. Melissa watched as the principal approached her and Max still giving a look that could kill. He stood in front of Melissa "Miss Pratt, how many times do I have to explain to you..." He paused "No skipping class!" He basically screamed in her face. And only because he knew her stepmom or 'it' and knew that she didn't care how Melissa was treated or taught. It was just her way of balance in the universe.

Melissa stood frozen and looked between the principal and Max. She wondered what Max would do. Mostly because Melissa was speach and motionless. She felt powerless against the principal and his death glares. And every part of her wanted to punch him in the face and run away but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She was actually hoping that Max would end up doing that for her...

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[Maxwell Joshua McDevitt]

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Max grinned, pleased that Melissa liked his dog as much as he did, pleased that Melissa wasn't scared, or that she hadn't looked at him funny, trying to decipher his gender. Max must have done a good job that morning, because he'd fooled nearly everyone except his parents. Max liked being a girl almost as much as he liked being a guy, maybe even more. He liked that girls weren't as cautious and that boys always had a flirtatious wink in their eye if you had boobs. When you didn't, you were the faggot in the makeup. Not that Max cared. He was above caring what other people thought. But still. It was nice to be thought of in a good way. Turning his eyes to the clouds, Max let a thick coil of smoke up to the sky, watching as it blurred out the sun for a moment before dissolving to the high winds of January. It felt so good to have fire back on his tongue, Max almost couldn't help but twirl around singing. Instead, he looked at Melissa out of the corner of his eye.

"Since I was eight," he replied, turning his eyes back up to the clouds. It was almost embarrassing to admit to people that he'd been smoking for more than half his life. "My friend's older sister turned me onto cigarettes, and I pretty much couldn't resist." Max shrugged. "I grew up in a bad town." He turned to face Melissa again, taking a long, heavy drag off the ciggie, and dropping it to the ground. He crushed it under one heel, sad that he'd finished it so quick. But it felt so amazing to have the nicotine scent cling to him again, dancing through his veins and playing through his brain. More, more, his mind implored, sending his hand back to his pocket before the sensible part of his brain stopped him. That's enough for now. Save Pikachu's tiny lungs. Max gave in to his right mind, praying that tomorrow would find some sensibility and keep him away from the cigarettes. They weren't good for his being, but they were so good for his mind.

"I don't go to school," he told Melissa. "I dropped out at the end of my sophomore year. I was too bored to function." Max shrugged like it was nothing, like he was reciting a summary to a book he hadn't read or even enjoyed, which was the only part of school he had ever actually payed attention during. When they were reading. He'd breezed through A Tale Of Two Cities, loved Of Mice and Men and absolutely adored The Catcher In The Rye, though no one else did. But Max felt that he really got the book. It just took a little thinking. "I skipped all of the classes and did nothing but text and read in the hallways. I got suspended, I got detention, I just dropped out. It wasn't doing anything for me." Max smiled. "Most of my teachers didn't even know that I existed."

Suddenly, he looked up as the man came around the corner. Max had had enough experience with school principals to know that this was who this was. He looked to Melissa to give a proper explanation, considering Max had all the rights in the world to be sitting here smoking, but when she said nothing, Max sighed and picked his puppy up. "Pikachu got into the school, sir, while I was walking him. Melissa was kind enough to bring him out to me when she saw him, considering we're friends and all. I'm really sorry. This is my fault. She'll be in in just a moment, I swear." As the principal turned away, suspicious and not quite believing the story, Max rolled his eyes. Adults were so dumb. Like Pikachu was smart enough to open a door and sneak into a school? Ha, wrong.

"Stay out here. I promise you he'll forget about you. I have that very charming affect on people," he said with a grin and a batting of his eyelashes. "I hope I don't get you into too much trouble." Not that he cared. School was stupid. It was pointless. And if everyone had done what he'd done, college would be that much easier to get into for the people who deserved it and actually cared. It was a stupid law that you had to stay in school. They weren't there to learn. They were there because if they weren't, they'd get arrested or some dumb shit like that. Max was better off without school, even if his parents didn't believe that.

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LYRICS escape the fate – the guillotine.
NOTES Sorry that there's not like, a ton to work with. haha
CREDIT sarahh at caution.

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[Melissa Lee Pratt]

Melissa was seriously now concidering a dog after seeing this little guy. ANd it was wasn't shocking since it was most likely the cutest dog she had seen in a long time. Well actually in her whole life besides Wednesday her brother Spencer's dog. she was wondering still if she was even still alive, she really hoped that she was... Melissa smiled up at Max and took another drag of her cigarette. She put out the remaining part just as the principal rounded the corner. Like she was before she was as frozen as a rock and couldn't even get out a little mumble like a deaf person would do not knowing that they did it. That sounded mean in a way...

melissa smiled nervously at the principal and nodded as Max lied for her right in front of the guy. As he walked away she became unfrozen and said "Thanks...man I owe you one. So now if you need anything you can just call." She pulled out a little slip of paper and handed it to Max. "Well you probably do..but I don't. Adults hate me and the funny thing is that I will be one next year...it's actually kind of fun to say that I will be legal next year." She smiled at Max. She was turning out to be a really good friend right about now. And she ketp thinking about how she was ever going to repay her for lying right in the face of her worst fear. "And you know..think..what if he comes back..what are we suppost to do then?" She asked. Melissa was still a little frozen to think that if he started to come back then just to tear ass all the way to the parking lot to her car, and then back home. Locking herself away in her closet would work, especially because 'it' knew how to unlock her bedroom door, just not her closet...what a dumbass.

She turned to Max and said "yeah I wish I could drop out, but I want to go to college strangely and I don't think I can get there without getting my diploma." She sighed and slouched against the brick walls of the school. On the other side of the wall, her third period class was just starting and her math teacher was probably instructing the students to take out last nights homework to hand in...which melissa didn't finish anyways..

[Maxwell Joshua McDevitt]

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Pikachu squirmed in Max's arms, and Max tightened his icy metal grip on the dog. He wasn't about to drop his new puppy. That would suck. Mom, sorry, but I dropped Pikachu and he died. My bad. The thought made Max sort of sad. He wanted Pikachu around for a very long time. The puppy reached his nose up to lick Max's chin, and Max couldn't help but smile a little bit. The tiny pink tongue was warm and felt good after the biting January air. He scratched Pikachu's head. The tiny black animal still had that faint new puppy smell that dogs had when you first got them. And no matter how many baths you gave them, they still smelled like babies until they had spent a solid month at your house, picking up that scent instead. At night, whenever Max couldn't sleep, he pulled Pikachu closer to him and snuggled him under his chin, breathing in the soft, powdery scent of a puppy. Pikachu seemed to like being held that way, and waking up in Max's arms, and Max absolutely adored that his dog felt that comfortable around him.

"Not a problem," Max said with a smile at Melissa. Anything to lie to adults and have them believe him. Max loved working his girlish charm. No one would ever believe that the cute girl in a dress and pink eye shadow would ever lie to them. Well, no one liked to believe that, anyway, and people only believed what they wanted to. "Adults are stupid," he said, reaching into his pocket for another cigarette and putting it in his mouth, determined not to light it. He could deal with just chewing on it, instead. At least it wouldn't hurt Pikachu that way. Max would give up smoking for his new baby boy, as long as he could keep the puppy with him longer. He wondered if this is how parents felt about their children, and felt a pang of guilt as he imagined Pikachu growing up to be everything Max didn't want, knowing that this was what he had done to his own parents -- smother their hopes for their only son, their only child. They'd never have grandchildren, probably, seeing as Max tended to swing more for the guys than the girls, besides the tiny Scottie dog that they already had.

Max eyed Melissa, wondering how one hated high school but considered college an improvement. Sure, the idea of getting away from your parents for parties was great and all, but college seemed like a whole other world to Max, where people cared to learn, cared to be anything. "That's so backwards," Max said with a faint laugh to cover his awe. "And if you prefer college to high school, just get your GED. That's what I'm planning on doing eventually. That way, if I eventually do think college might be a good idea, then I can just go with that." Max shrugged. He had this all planned out. However, if he could help it, he wasn't going to even go to college. He gnawed on his cigarette, feeling the need to light it, but also the need to protect Pikachu and sighed. He was starting to get bored of just staying in one place and talking. Max liked to move around and walk while he had a conversation. It gave him the illusion that his life was actually going somewhere, not that it was. He blinked and hoisted Pikachu up, adjusting his grip. The puppy cuddled into his collarbone, exhaling loudly and closing his big, liquid brown eyes. Max smiled, petting the puppy's back, hoping he would be cute and fall asleep and start snoring like he always did when he slept. That was Max's white noise machine at night; a puppy snoring away on his pillow, tiny little snorts that lulled him into sleep.

Max spat out the cigarette to the ground, kicking it away from himself. "Skip school. Walk with me somewhere," he insisted, putting Pikachu on the ground. The puppy immediately started shivering, which Max knew was just him trying to manipulate him master to pick him up so that he wouldn't have to wake up and move his tiny legs. "We have to walk slow, though," Max warned. "My puppy's a midget. Look at his little legs," he cooed down to the puppy, whose tail wagged at Max's ridiculous girly voice. Max had always been lucky enough to have that voice that was high enough to sound girly, but not overly gay. Sort of like Justin Bieber. Except minus the singing. Or the annoying tendency of calling everyone "shawty." Actually, Max thought, that'd be fun to try. Watch people give the cross dresser who calls people shawty weird looks.

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LYRICS escape the fate – the guillotine.
NOTES Dunno how much you can do with this. I can change something if you want me to.
CREDIT sarahh at caution.

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[Melissa Lee Pratt]

Melissa smiled at the girl and the puppy. Ok now she just wanted to go to the next town with a puppy shop and buy a puppy. She loved animals so much. She even thought about being a zoologist when she went to college. But she knew that she wasn't observant enough to do that job. She would just stick with a major in history. She smiled. "So where did you get your dog anyways?" She asked Max smiling and petting the dogs head. "honestly i don't think i've ever seen anyone lie to the principal and actually have him believe you. Not even me who has been trying to do that every day for the past three years in this hell whole. And it can suspend him for a while but i'm always in the same place he is... it's like he has a tracker implanted on my body whenever i enter the school..." She sighed and leaned against the brick wall.

"I know it's toally backwards but if i went to a better school than this then maybe i would actually like to come to school. My last school I was at..all my teachers were sweethearts and would be nice to you in any situation. And my guidence counselor that helped me choose classes for my freshman year, she was a real saint. I miss it. I miss everything about that old town. I especially miss my best friend. His name was Kedan. I loved him like a brother, and when we first met I loved him more than that but things changed on that subject. WE became bestfriends and told each other everything. And i mean everything." Melissa could feel herself start to tear up but she wasn't going to show that she wanted to cry. She just took out a cigarette and lit it. She inhaled all the toxic fumes and then blew out. Now she was more relaxed and more in control of herself...

Melissa smiled at Max. "You know that sounds cool. Lets do that. as soon as i get away from here the better I will feel. But hold on a sec. I have to run inside and get my backpack and stuff." Melissa darted off to the back entrance to the school, just in case the creeper was on front door duty. Racing inside the school she passed by her social studies class but of course the teacher didn't know it was her so he just continued on with class. Melissa got to her locker and unlocked it. She could hear the principal down the hall talking to a teacher and telling her it was nice talking to her. Of course that meant the end of a conversation. Melissa felt like she was racing against time. Packing up her stuff she closed her locker when she finished and darted out of the school to notice that the principal wasn't even noticing she was in and out in about a minute flat. That should have been a nice world record.

She ran back outside to max. She saw the dog sitting down and being his cute little self. She ran up to her and said "Sorry just had to grab some things" Breathing heavily she put her backpack around her arms and started to walk with max. It was going to be a fun day with actually someone to talk to. And she just realized that it was only noon...

[Maxwell Joshua McDevitt]

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Max widened his big brown puppy dog eyes, his grin widening at the same time, the picture of perfect, angelic innocence. "I've had practice." He blinked slowly. "I lie to everyone." Stopping himself before he went to far and convinced Melissa that he was lying to her, too -- even though he was -- Max glanced down at Pikachu. "It was a bribe. A get your ass back in school bribe from my parents." Max shrugged, not wanting to elaborate and hoping the shrug ended that part of the conversation. His parents were dumb, thinking a puppy would get him into school again. Instead, he twirled another cigarette in between his fingers, slipping it between his lips and biting down on it with his teeth. The taste of tar and rat poison filled his mouth with a sick satisfaction. The nicotine welled, flowing over his cheeks and cascading down his throat. Well. At least it wasn't getting into his lungs, right? Or little Pikachu's.

"I had a friend like that," Max said with a sparkle in his eye. "Bec. Quite amazing when you get down to it." Max left out that Bec was a girl who had become more than anticipated until Max found himself liplocked with her in her bedroom one special Friday night. But, of course, she hadn't found out his true gender, nor had anyone else -- besides his dearest Isaac -- and Bec had announced that she'd be moving to Colorado the day before the short lived relationship. Three beautiful summer nights.

Actually, it was a pretty dumb relationship, but the only one Max had ever been in until he'd met Isaac. "Alright," Max said. "See you in a second." He leaned against the brick wall of the building, half considering lighting up again, but deciding against it for the sake of baby Pikachu's poor lungs. Max knelt down and the puppy put his paws on Max's knees, licking his long, pale fingers. "You're a momma's boy," Max cooed, tapping the Scottie dog on his nose. Pikachu sneezed, shuddering violently in the cold. Max rolled his eyes, but picked up the puppy and put him inside his jacket. "C'mon, you wimpy little Diehard." Pikachu curled up against Max's fake chest, his fur cold, but his body warm, providing a warm heat blanket for Max. Pikachu stopped shivering after a few minutes, and Max slid the puppies tiny head under his chin, murmuring something about being a daddy's boy. The good little puppy started snoring at that moment, much to Max's amusement.

"Hey," he said as Melissa came around the corner. "Glad to see you in one piece," he joked, dropping a heavily mascaraed wink at her. "Ready?" he set off towards the street, knowing Melissa would probably catch up to him quickly.

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TAGGED Miss Melissa Pratt
WORDS 466
OUTFIT www.polyvore.com/shes_dressed_to_kill/set?id=14827447
LYRICS escape the fate – the guillotine.
NOTES Yuck. Sorry. It's getting late.
CREDIT sarahh at caution.

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