InsaneJournal

Day 02
Who: Maxxie and Brigitte and Crichton
What: Arrival of Maxxie Oliver
When: Late Morning
Where: The Bowling Alley
Rating: at least PG13 for now
Status: Complete





Maxxie sat quietly on a bench outside his school. It wasnt that he was in a mood, just difficult to get a word in with the friends he had. Their drama-filled lives seemed so much more exciting than his. Each one spouting out some horror or sitting glumly. In some ways, it made Maxxie feel boring that he didnt have as many problems but in truth he was just a naturally happy soul. It took very little to make him smile and only devastating misfortune to truly upset him.

The conversation soon changed to plans for the evening and before lunch was over Maxxie had his mind on what to wear to the first party of the weekend. Afternoon classes sped by. Anwar continuously chatted about the girls who would be there while the young blond nodded intermittantly, his own mind on boys and possibilities for the evening.

The party was already in full swing when Maxxie arrived. Anwar, who stood taller than most of the other dancers, waved the blond boy out onto the dance floor. Maxxie's best friend was all but bouncing up and down with excitement as he introduced the girl he danced with to Maxxie, then leaned close to whisper at his ear, "A girl! with boobs!"

Blue eyes couldnt help but glance at the girl's chest although Maxxie wasnt really interested. He beamed up at Anwar, infected by his excitement, and returned the tall boy's 'high five.' His best friend went back to dancing, giving Maxxie an out to mingle with the rest of the party. Chris caught his eye next, it was time to check on the chemical make-up of the night's festivities.

After partaking in the favors that Chris had to offer, Maxxie hopped out onto the dance floor, joining the crowd of moving bodies as he let the music wash over him. His dancing looked no different from the mass of others on the floor and yet, others gravitated to him. Soon he danced with five others of both sexes. Maxxie had a way about him that made others feel comfortable, loved, and happy. With a laugh, he bumped hips with Michelle then wrapped an arm around Sid. His chemical enhancement was kicking in and all was well with the world.

Out of the corner of his eye, Maxxie caught sight of a still figure. His attention was drawn immediately since everyone else was in movement. The handsome boy leaned against the wall, looking perfectly comfortable, eyes glued on Maxxie as he danced. There was something familiar about the boy, and something about the look in his eye that told Maxxie that it was time to break away from his group of friends.

With a mumble at their ears, something about the bathroom, he began to weave through the crowd, never breaking eye contact with his destination.

"Maxxie," the boy greeted with a nod.

Although an answering smile broke across his face, Maxxie couldnt for the life of him remember exactly where he had met the boy or his name.

"Spliff?" the boy urged, nodding toward the door as he offered a small glance at the fatty he concealed in his hand.

"Yeah, Mate," Maxxie nodded, eager to go somewhere quieter.

The boy took his hand and lead him without a further word toward the back door.

The night was cool but clear and Maxxie took a deep breath of the fresh air. Maybe he had met the boy at another party...maybe while he was pissed and just couldnt remember his name. How embarrassing!

He continued to follow as he was lead down a short path into the woods, the handsome boy halting suddenly to lean back against a tree, the arm that had held Maxxie's hand now dropping to catch his waist.

No more thought went into the boy's name or the spliff they were going out to smoke. Maxxie leaned in and pressed himself against the warm body, arms lifting to find muscled shoulders as his full lips were captured in a kiss to make his head spin.

A moan escaped Maxxie's lips and as he pushed forward to grind himself against the hot body pressed to his, he felt a sudden change. No longer were his lips attached in a deep needful kiss, no longer was there a body arching forward and supporting his. His eyes flew open, his legs stumbling to catch himself, now off balance.

"What the...?" Maxxie began, blue eyes darting about at the bright surrounding. He was no longer outside, no longer in the dark woods. He strained to hear the pounding beats of the party, shaking his head in an attempt to remember what was starting to look like a very bad trip. How much time had he forgotten? Where the fuck was he?