"Yeah. That's generally been my theory, with few exceptions." Michael wrapped his fingers around Alex's, holding on tight. "I said 'fuck it' when I was sixteen. Got a job at the junkyard, and figured my truck was better than where I'd been." And despite that, he'd managed the grades and test scores for a full scholarship.
"And, then...I met you. And you were nice to me. Pretty much the first human ever to be." Not that they'd all been cruel. He'd had teachers who'd encouraged him, obviously. And Sanders had given him a job, let him park and crash in his truck in the junkyard. But that simple kindness, looking and seeing something so simple as that Michael might be cold at night. That hadn't even occurred to Max, let alone any of his teachers or his boss or the adults surrounding them.
Was it any wonder he'd fallen in love so hard and so fast? That it had lasted so long? That he just wanted to shift and wrap his arms around Alex and hold on forever--fuck everything else going on around them? But he didn't do that; just held onto his hand fiercely, like the anchor it was.
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Date: 2019-03-23 05:12 am (UTC)"And, then...I met you. And you were nice to me. Pretty much the first human ever to be." Not that they'd all been cruel. He'd had teachers who'd encouraged him, obviously. And Sanders had given him a job, let him park and crash in his truck in the junkyard. But that simple kindness, looking and seeing something so simple as that Michael might be cold at night. That hadn't even occurred to Max, let alone any of his teachers or his boss or the adults surrounding them.
Was it any wonder he'd fallen in love so hard and so fast? That it had lasted so long? That he just wanted to shift and wrap his arms around Alex and hold on forever--fuck everything else going on around them? But he didn't do that; just held onto his hand fiercely, like the anchor it was.