I had just finished working on my homework and I was trying to get some writing done when I heard someone knock on the bedroom's door.

"Who's that?" Ollie asked, speaking up first as he sat up on his bed. I looked from the door to Ollie and then back to the door again. It stayed silent for a bit and soon there was a voice from the other end.

"It's Maxwell, is Xander inside?" the voice asked from the other end.

"Yeah," Ollie said, getting up from the bed before approaching the door. "Yeah, Xander's inside."

Oliver opened the door, and soon Maxwell was in view. His eyes moved to me, and I just sat on the seat of my study table not knowing what to say. The room was silent apart from the sound of the game coming from Ollie's phone.

"I — I think I'll stay in the lobby for a bit," Ollie said, making me and Maxwell look on as he walked out of the room and shut the door behind him. When Oliver was indeed gone Maxwell and I turned to each other, not saying anything for a bit.

"Can I sit on your bed?" Maxwell asked, and I just nodded, not knowing what to say.

"Thanks," Maxwell sighed, running a hand through his hair before walking over to my bed and sitting on the edge. He was in joggers and a plain white t-shirt. I watched him play with his fingers as he looked down at the floor.

"I told my dad," he said, making my eyes grow wide with shock. Just a few hours ago he had a break down at the mere thought of doing that. Why did he tell him?

"Why?" I simply asked, trying to dodge asking him about how it went. If I had to make a guess from his behavior alone I would guess it didn't go that well, but he seemed to have expected that.

"I was scared you would leave me. I don't want you to leave me," he muttered, covering his face with his hands. "please don't go."

A frown made its way to my face at his behavior. Go where? Where would I go to? I wondered, and my eyes widened when I saw him shake again. I got up from my seat before heading over to sit beside him. I hugged him, pulling him to myself until he rested his head on my shoulder.

"Please don't go."

"I'm not going anywhere," I said.

"Don't go," he repeated with a choked voice, and I just hugged him, not understanding what was going on. He calmed down after a while and stopped pleading with me not to go. His head was now buried in my shoulder as he held on to me in silence. I could feel his heartbeat as well as his body heave and fall with each breath.

"Are you okay?" I asked in a small voice, and he nodded against my shoulder, tightening his grip on me. I looked down at his head of red hair before reaching out to pat his head. I might not be able to fully understand what was going on, but I knew he needed comfort.

"You said you told your dad, why?" I asked, watching as he pulled away from me before cleaning his eyes with the base of his palm.

"I didn't want you to leave — to dump me."

"Why in the world would I do that?" I asked, watching as he looked over at me before shrugging his shoulders.

"I don't know," he answered honestly. "I panicked."

I didn't know what to make of his words, so I just sat next to him. The wall clock by the bedroom door filled the void with its ticks. There was an occasional sniffle from Maxwell, and I noticed he was shaking a bit again.

"Everyone always leaves, everyone."

"I'm not everyone," I said, making Maxwell look up at me again. "I really like you, Max. I won't do that. You know that, don't you?" I muttered, reaching out to hold his hand. He encased the hand I stretched out to him in a firm grip, like I would get up and leave the room at any moment.

"I know, I panicked," he said, repeating his previous reason.

"How did your dad take it?" I asked, and he went quiet.

"Not well?" I asked, and I watched him nod. The room went silent again, and I reached out to pull Maxwell into a hug. "Maybe you should have waited," I muttered.

"It's okay," he said. "As long as I don't lose you."

We stayed like that, with me hugging Maxwell and Maxwell hugging me back with his head buried in my shoulder. He soon started to kiss up my neck, and I let out a small gasp, clenching a handful of his hair as he made to nibble and suck on my exposed skin.

I pulled his head away, and I watched as his eyes clouded with that look from the time we were alone in the art building. My heart was racing, and I was somewhat nervous.

"Max..." I trailed, not knowing what to say. He leaned off me, apologizing a bit before looking away from me. "There's no need to apologize. It was just, too fast," I said, in assurance biting my bottom lip before letting out a sigh. Maxwell didn't say anything, he just sat on my bed and looked down at the floor. I got up after a while and headed to the door of my bedroom. I turned the lock, clicking the door shut before looking over at Maxwell.

He was staring at me now, and that look was back. I looked down at the floor, feeling my face warm up. "I'm not against that at all. It's just — you're always very sudden," I tried to explain myself as I walked back to him. I stopped right in front of him, looking down before reaching out my hand to cup his face. "Like now, you're probably in bad terms with your dad and you want to, you know..."

"I just want to hold you," he muttered, and I blinked at how shaky his voice is.

"I don't know. I'm not sure how any of this dating and love thing should work, I'm sorry. I'm just following my gut and messing things up," he sighed, covering his face with his hands. I felt my heart do a little flip at the sound of the L word. I'm not sure in what way exactly he meant it, but it made my heart swell.

I made to sit beside him on the bed, and he followed my movements with his eyes. "Will you be okay if I kissed you first?" I asked, staring at his lips. I watched his eyes widen a bit before he nodded. I smiled, leaning in to press my lips against his soft ones, moving mine against his before going in with an open mouth kiss.

Maxwell let out a low sound as I reached out to hold his face, and he reached out for mine. The kiss didn't turn rough like it usually did. It remained gentle and soft.

Somehow, I had gotten on my back, and Maxwell was now hovering over me as we kissed.

"Maxwell," I muttered when he pulled away from me for a moment. "You'll tell me about your dad, right? You won't keep that to yourself, right?" I asked. I wanted to be extremely sure Maxwell wouldn't brush his breakdown under the rug again. I wanted him to talk about it, and I wanted him to talk about his dad.

He stayed quiet for a bit as he let the base of his thumb run over my lips. "I'll talk to you when I'm ready, okay?" he said, and I looked at him for a bit before sighing and nodding my head. With that gesture, Maxwell leaned in again to continue kissing me. When I reached out to hold him, however, he pulled away from me. I looked at him with confusion, watching as his eyes surveyed the room before he got up from my bed.

"I'm covering your eyes, is that alright?" he asked when he picked up a bandana I had left sitting on the top of my drawer. I nodded in response to his question, and he smiled before joining me on the bed again and tying the piece of clothing over my eyes.

"My dad didn't say much," I heard Maxwell say as I felt his hands work to lift my shirt over my head. "He just said well, I'm disappointed and that was all. Then he cut the call," Maxwell continued as I felt him try to get my trousers off as well.

"Like, I had expected that, but it felt kind of underwhelming," Maxwell continued.

"I'm disappointed," he said in a mock tone as if trying to imitate his father. "He's always disappointed with me, so that's normal I guess."

"You're really nice to touch Xan," I heard Maxwell's voice say. It was close to my ear, and it made me gasp a bit as I felt his skin press again mine.

"So soft," he mumbled against my ear, and I could feel his curly hair touching my cheek. He was running his hands over my arms and soon he'd turned me to himself before pressing his lips against mine, making me open my mouth as his tongue went in for an opened mouth kiss. He pulled away again and I then felt his thumb go into my mouth and clench. I shivered, curling up at the gag motion.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" he asked, sounding concerned. He took his hand away, and I took in deep breaths.

"I'm fine," I assured him and soon his thumb was in my mouth again, pulling the gag reflex from me a few times as I felt him feel my body with his free hand.

After a while of fooling around, he undid the blindfold and just hugged me to himself. He slept almost immediately like he was knocked out with a drug. I stayed awake for a while, just listening to him breathe before I closed my eyes and slept off as well. I woke up a few hours later to find the other side of my bed empty.

Maxwell. I thought, letting out a sigh before closing my eyes. You're so confusing.