"Seriously?" I turned at the sound of Maxwell's voice before chuckling a bit and looking back down at the bag of lays I was struggling to open. We were on the bus heading for the nearby mall. I heard Maxwell let out a sigh, and soon his pale hand had found its way to my lap before snatching the bag from me. He tore it open before handing it over to me, and I thanked him before looking away.
Dating Maxwell was both exciting and painful. Exciting because he was opening up to me, and letting me in. And painful because I couldn't stop grinning and it was starting to hurt — no, really. I got to sleep over in his room often, and he came down to visit me in mine as well. He held my hand and kissed me softly on the lips whenever he could, and it wasn't long until everyone figured out that we were
