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Post by Max Dennison on Mar 28, 2013 21:53:02 GMT -5
Max sunk into the beanbag chair, pulling her feet up under her so she could get comfortable. A copy of Clockwork Angels was nestled in her lap. The brunette was completely enthralled with the wise words of Will Herondale.
“Remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?"
"They ate it too," Will reminisced. "Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.”
That was Max's favorite part by far. Throughout all of Cassandra Clare's books, that part stood out to her the most. She stuck her bookmark in the page and closed the book. She let her head fall back and her eyes close as she thought about if Will was a real person...
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Post by Will Harper on Mar 28, 2013 22:22:06 GMT -5
Will had honestly just moved into his new room here at Lightonvale before he had gotten bored. The boy decided to take a walk and see where the hell he ended up. After walking for a while he came across the library. Knowing he'd need some books to keep him occupied, he walked in.
Scouring the shelves for a book that looked interesting, he almost tripped over a girl sitting in a bean bag, reading. He looked down at the girl and gave an her apologetic smile, seeing as he was two seconds away from landing on her. "Sorry 'bout that."
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Post by Max Dennison on Mar 28, 2013 22:29:54 GMT -5
Max's eyes opened as someone almost fell on her.
"Hey!" she shouted as her eyes landed on a guy who, oddly enough, looked exactly how she pictured Will Herondale. She had to do a double take before realizing he was real. Max probably looked insane staring at him.
"Um, no that's okay, Will," she murmured. As soon as she realized she called him Will, she smacked her hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry."
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Post by Will Harper on Mar 28, 2013 22:57:38 GMT -5
Will looked down at the girl, brow furrowed. First she was staring at him, and then she miraculously knows his name. To say Will was creeped out would be an understatement. "Uh..." Will started, eyebrows still furrowed. "How do you know my name?" he asked.
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Post by Max Dennison on Mar 28, 2013 23:02:18 GMT -5
Max raised her eyebrows at him. "Uh...is that seriously your name?" she asked, giving a soft laugh.
"No, I didn't know it. It's just, you're exactly how I pictured Will Herondale in this book," Max smiled, holding up her book. "I didn't mean to call you Will."
She stood up from her chair to measure up to him, although she only reached his shoulder. "But now that I know your name, it's only fair you know mine. I'm Max.'
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Post by Will Harper on Mar 28, 2013 23:29:12 GMT -5
Will nodded, still a bit perplexed. "Well it was last time I checked, so I'm assuming it still is now." he said, with a shrug. He then smiled, glad to know that Max wasn't stalking him. Though if she was, she wouldn't tell him though... But Will was much happier with being compared as a book character.
"No, please do call me Will. It is my name after all." he said, picking up the book she was reading. Careful not to lose her page, he quickly found the character Will. "Never trust a duck? What kind of book is this?" he asked, handing Max back her book.
"Well, I guess it's lovely to meet you Max." Will said, trying not to laugh at the height difference between them. Sadly, I can't remember a book with a character called Max, but that's the name of my grandma's dog." he smiled.
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Post by Max Dennison on Mar 28, 2013 23:40:49 GMT -5
Max rolled her eyes at Will. "Hm, a little sarcastic there, darling?" she asked with a smirk. She pulled back her hair into a ponytail, admiring his smile.
"Will do, Will," she muttered as she watched him pick up her book. He flipped through the pages and read a bit of it before handing it back to her. "It's a very good book, you'd know that if you read it."
"Nice to meet you too, Will. Sadly it was after you almost fell on me but okay," Max spoke looking up at him. "Oh, nice, I mean, thanks I guess. I like dogs. I've got one myself."
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Post by Will Harper on Mar 29, 2013 0:16:14 GMT -5
Will shrugged. "Just a little bit, love." he said, smirking. As Max was tying up her hair, Will noticed a chunk of hair that she missed. Normally, he would have took it and tucked it behind the girls ear, but he just met Max and he wasn't a creeper. Much. He simply pointed to the strands of hair and said, "You missed a spot."
"Well, I might not've tripped over you if you weren't sprawled out all over the floor. I mean, you are quite tiny. How was I supposed to see you?" he asked, eyebrow raised. "Would it be bad if I told you that the dog died? If so, just forget I said it." he said, joking. "Oh, yeah? What breed?"
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Post by Max Dennison on Mar 29, 2013 0:25:19 GMT -5
As Will pointed out a lock of hair that she missed, Max nodded and retied it. "Thank you," she murmured.
"Excuse you, I was in a chair. And I'm not tiny," she frowned. "You're just really tall." Max stood on her tiptoes, barely getting taller. She let out a sigh. "Dammit. Be shorter please."
Once he said the dog died, Max pouted a bit. "Will, oh no. That's awful. Or are you joking?" she questioned, looking up at the boy. "He's a german shepherd puppy."
Max grinned at Will before turning around. "What brings you here, babe?" she called out behind her.
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Post by Will Harper on Mar 29, 2013 9:25:42 GMT -5
Will just looked at Max, eyebrow raised. "I would hardly call a bean bag a chair. It's just a hacky sack on steroids." he pointed out before chuckling. " You're tiny, and there would be nothing that you could give me that would ever make me want to be short."
To prove his point further, Will put his forearm on Max's shoulder, lightly leaning off it in support. "Nope. I'm not joking. But on the bright side, I don't think you're gonna die soon." he shrugged, smirking slightly. "Really? I would've pegged you as a ladradoodle type person. Or a Shih-Tzu at the very least."
Will caught himself after Max moved, not ready for his arm rest to move. Once adjusted, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels. "Well, it is a library and most people come here to read books. Thought I'd just stick with the status quo."
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Post by Max Dennison on Mar 29, 2013 11:37:00 GMT -5
Max shook her head at Will. "Fine, I guess you could say it's not a chair. After all, it's way better than one," she stated matter-of-factly. "I never said you had to be short, I just said shorter. See? There's a difference."
She raised her eyebrows as Will began leaning on her. She stood still. Max wasn't a big fan of human contact but he didn't know that. "Um, Will? Could you uh, not touch me?" she questioned.
"Thanks for your support. I'm only sixteen, I could've told you I'd at least make it to eighteen," she informed him. "And ew. No, that's a bit...expected. And Finn is my baby, so uh...no."
She ran her fingers lightly across the spine of the books, reading each one before stopping. "I figured that, but uh, I would've pegged you as the guy who, instead of reading books, goes and flirts with every girl he sees. I guess we were both wrong."
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Post by Will Harper on Mar 29, 2013 19:57:26 GMT -5
Even though Will had already taken his arm off Max, he couldn't help notice that she was still a bit uncomfortable about it. He gave the younger girl an apologetic smile, all the while holding his hands up in an 'I surrender' motion. "Sorry." he apologised, ducking his head slightly. "Didn't mean any harm."
Noting the empty seat next to him, Will sat down, sinking into it. He then put his feet up on the opposite chair, creating a somewhat barrier.
"Well, y'know. Sometimes orgy's get a bit redundant and you need a good book so you're not bored." Will shrugged, chuckling slightly. "But here's some advice Max; don't judge people based on their looks when you first meet them. Judge people on what they talk about and their taste in music."
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Post by Max Dennison on Mar 29, 2013 20:31:37 GMT -5
Max nodded at him. "I know," she told Will. "It's okay, you didn't know. I'm just not a big fan of people touching me. Nothing personal."
She furrowed her eyebrows as he sunk into a chair. She towered over him now. "Thanks for being shorter so I wouldn't feel bad," Max joked.
"Orgies, eh?" Max asked, giving a laugh. "Oh no, darling. I don't judge, I just needed something to go along with that dog thing. But if I was going to judge you based on your looks, you seem really sweet."
She turned back to the bookcase, taking out a copy of The Great Gatsby. She tossed it to Will. "Ever read it?"
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Post by Will Harper on Mar 29, 2013 22:39:52 GMT -5
Will nodded, making a silent memo not to touch her again. "Well, I don't like slow walkers," he offered. "If that makes you feel any better." As Max joked, Will grinned, doing an awkward sitting down bow. "It's no problem. I live my life to please other people." he said, nodding exuberantly.
"Yes, orgies. But you're young so you shouldn't even know what they are." he joked, smirking. "Sweet? What are you basing that on?" Will asked, looking up at Max. "Or is it the fact that your book character is sweet and since I look like him, I should therefore act like him?"
Will wasn't really paying attention to anything that was going on, so he didn't even see it when Max threw a book over at him. He turned when he heard her voice only to get hit in the face with a book. A book that made a crunch when it hit his nose. "Fucking Christ." Will cursed, clutching his nose.
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Post by Max Dennison on Mar 29, 2013 23:16:14 GMT -5
Max laughed at Will. "Sure, that helps," she agreed. "And you shouldn't, in case you were being serious. Live life to please yourself."
"I know more than you think, Will. Age is only a number, love bug," she told him. "Basing it off Herondale? No. Your smile, Will. It's nice. Honestly," Max informed the boy, grinning at him.
Max looked back as soon as she heard a soft crunching noise. Her eyes met Will, who was clutching his nose. She raced over to him, ignoring her 'no touching' rule for a quick moment. "Are you okay?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
She tilted his head back, making sure that he wasn't bleeding. "Oh gosh, this is my fault, I shouldn't have thrown it. I'm sorry, Will."
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