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Post by Will Harper on Mar 30, 2013 17:21:50 GMT -5
Will smiled, shaking his head. "Of course I'm kidding. I think there are three people in this world that I actually give a shit about. One of them is me."
As Max ran over to him, Will realised she was touching him. He'd have to point that out for her later... Y'know, when his face wasn't bleeding. "I'm fine and dandy Max. Couldn't be better." he said, his nose throbbing. As she tilted his head back, he tried to shrug. "Don't worry about it. At least I know you have good aim. Or bad aim, depending on how you look at things."
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Post by Max Dennison on Mar 30, 2013 17:29:01 GMT -5
Max nodded. "Good to know. On my list, there is one person. And that person is a dog. Sad to say, I'm not even on that list."
"Not the time to be sarcastic, Will," she spoke, taking tissues out of her bag. He was bleeding, a lot but not too much that it's dangerous. Max sat on edge of the chair, holding Will's head in her lap. She pressed the tissues to his nose to help. "Don't move, Will."
"And I'm sort of a klutz, but you could've caught it if you were paying attention," she pointed out.
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Post by Will Harper on Mar 30, 2013 20:29:27 GMT -5
"There's never not a time to be sarcastic." Will argued, feeling slightly uncomfortable as Max put his head in her lap and thrust a wad of tissues at his face. He wasn't really used to people caring for him, but on the bright side, Max had seemed to forget her aversion to people touching her. He'd have to point that out later, y'know... when his face wasn't bleeding.
Will tried to give her a pointed look, but it failed. "Well, I wasn't really expecting a flying book coming my way so..."
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Post by Max Dennison on Mar 30, 2013 21:55:51 GMT -5
"Except for now," Max told him. She was extremely uncomfortable with Will's head on her lap, but it was for him to get better, so she let it slide.
"Well, I guess it's my fault too," she admitted. "But mostly yours."
She looked at him for a second before softly brushing his hair back. Max figured he'd take it weirdly, so she came up with an excuse. "We uh, don't want any blood in your hair, do we?"
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Post by Will Harper on Mar 31, 2013 7:21:20 GMT -5
"No, I still think now is a good time as any to be sarcastic. Maybe even the best time. There's nothing like a life threatening injury to bring out the natural defense against stupidity." Will joked, rolling his eyes slightly.
Will furrowed his eyebrows and accidently screwed his nose up, which sent a jolt of pain towards his head. "Who is the victim of this horrendous accident? I am! And nothing is ever my fault. I'm a bloody angel." he said, smirking.
Will looked up at Max as she ran her fingers through his hair. He didn't really mind that she was doing it though. It was actually rather relaxing orgasmic. "You might not want blood in my hair, but I wouldn't really mind. I could tell everyone that I got into a bar brawl and then gain everyone's respect." he said, nodding slightly.
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Post by Max Dennison on Mar 31, 2013 8:59:03 GMT -5
"If you say so, Will. But I mean, if you die, on your grave stone it'll say, 'Will 'whatever the fuck your last name is': tried to survive by being sarcastic but failed as usual and he is now dead'," Max told him, a smile playing on her face.
She noticed him move his nose and she shook her head. "I told you not to move," she warned him. "And I guess you are. But honestly, are you going to blame me?" Max pouted a bit, trying to look as sincere as can be.
"You could," she agreed. "But you shouldn't lie. Just admit how you can't catch or pay attention."
Max picked the book off the floor, inspecting it. "Oh, look. The memory of your ruthless battle with the Great Gatsby is engraved on this book. Meaning, there's blood on it, but I don't feel like paying a fine, so we'll just put it back."
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Post by Will Harper on Apr 1, 2013 6:43:09 GMT -5
"If I die, my gravestone will read, 'Here lies Will Harper. No words could ever describe how amazing he is. Even in his final moments, he lived up to his true sarcastic potential.' and 'Highway to Hell' will be playing as I get buried. I've got it all figured out." Will assured her, nodding confidently.
He shrugged, simply saying, "Rebel without a cause." Will saw Max pouting and he rolled his eyes. "Y'know, I might sue you. Yeah, that's exactly what I'll do." he joked, keeping a straight face.
"Look who's condoning lying now?" Will asked, eyebrows raised. "But hey, I guess I could look the other way while you put the book back on the shelf."
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Post by Max Dennison on Apr 1, 2013 11:25:12 GMT -5
"Oi," was all Max could say. Will Harper is insane, she concluded. But she liked it. He was a cool guy.
"Mine would probably be shaped as a 'You Tried' star. And say, 'Here lies Max Dennison. She tried and failed but that's okay because she's gorgeous'."
Max didn't realize she was still playing with Will's hair. Maybe being this connected to him got her used to the whole touching thing. For Will only though. He's the exception.
"You'll sue me?" Max asked, raising her eyebrows. "Oh no. I can't do that. Nope. I'll do anything else." Of course she was joking, but oh well.
"Maybe I am condoning it. Mainly because I don't want to pay for it," she explained. "But you do that. Later, I can't really get up right now." She looked down at Will's head still on her lap. "And I don't want you to move. So stay still."
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Post by Will Harper on Apr 1, 2013 19:27:40 GMT -5
"Do they even make 'You Tried' star gravestones? But that's such a moving message. I'm sure I'll cry at your funeral." he said, mentally agreeing that she was gorgeous.
Seeing as Max was still touching his hair, and his nose was feeling a degree better, Will decided to point out that she was touching him. "You do realise, in fact, that your skin is touching my skin and you're not dying or running away. Good job Max." he said, giving her a thumbs up.
"Yes. I'll sue you for everything you've got and then I'll get your first born child." he joked, trying to look evil. Will was pretty sure he failed though.
He smiled as Max told him not to move. "That's good because I wasn't planning on moving. Has anyone ever told you you have a comfortable lap?" he asked, laughing slightly.
"Since we'll be stuck like this for a while, what do you like to do Max? Apart from referring to people as book characters?"
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Post by Max Dennison on Apr 1, 2013 19:40:42 GMT -5
Max shrugged. "Probably. And aw, I'd pay to see you cry, honestly," she told him.
The brown haired girl looked down at Will. "I put that aside to help you. And I figured, I was already touching you and I didn't die," she explained. "I'm pretty sure you're the only person, besides my best friend and brother, that I'm okay with touching."
"Oh no, my first born?" she asked, feigning horror. "I'm just kidding, I'm forever alone. I won't have kids."
She raised her eyebrows. "It is? And ha, no. Never heard that before."
"I read and write. I sing, I can play the guitar. A number of things. You?" she asked. "Oh! And how are you feeling?"
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Post by Will Harper on Apr 1, 2013 22:45:10 GMT -5
Will shrugged. "Too bad. You'll be dead when I cry." he assured her. "Or I'lldie first from my battle scars with that book." he said, smiling.
"Well, thanks then. It's good to know someone's got my back. I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship, dear Max. I feel honoured that you want to touch me." Will said, grinning. "Plus we all know you want me." he joked, giving her a wink. It was meant as a completely platonic joke. Yes, platonic.
"You can adopt, and then I'll get the child." he said, as if it all made perfect sense. "But you won't be forever alone. Maybe..."
"You'll have to sing for me one time. I look forward to it." he said, sincerely. "Some of my many talents and hobbies include sarcasm, pulling practical jokes, wishing Quidditch was an actual sport, settling for lacrosse instead, reading while having orgies and getting hit in the head with books. That there is my favourite." Will said, nodding enthusiastically.
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Post by Max Dennison on Apr 1, 2013 23:20:39 GMT -5
"Are you sure?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Maybe you will, darling. Maybe you'll die in my arms right this second."
"Beautiful friendship. I suppose, Will," she grinned. "And maybe I do want you. Who knows, really."
"Adopt. Right," she said, rolling her eyes. "As long as I have you, I don't think I will be." She wasn't being serious. Possibly.
"Sing? For you, my love?" she questioned, still messing with his hair. "Mmm, getting hit with books. Nice. And ooh! The orgies. Wow."
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Post by Will Harper on Apr 2, 2013 20:58:30 GMT -5
Will furrowed his brow. "I don't really want to die. I have heaps to live for. Like attending your funeral, or travelling to Belgium and eating waffles. Or Amsterdam. Did you know that weed is legal there?" he asked, thinking about everything he wanted to do. "Y'know what. I'm going to make a bucket list."
"You make it sound like being my friend is such a chore. It hurts Max. It really does." Will fake sobbed, clutching his chest dramatically before winking at her again. "I promise I won't hold it against you."
"Are you proposing to me, babe?" he asked, smiling. He would have sat up and turned up the theatrics but he was too comfortable. "Are you saying that we should be bound in holy forever alone-omy? If so, my answer is yes!" he said, his voice high-pitched like a pre-pubescent girl. "Now where's my ring?"
"No. Do a whole Disney-esque number in the library where everyone joins in, and you're all having so much fun, and the the librarian comes and shushes you and your musical number is over." Will said, smiling. "And I would invite you to the next orgy, but you're too young. Sorry love."
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Post by Max Dennison on Apr 2, 2013 21:24:03 GMT -5
"A bucket list eh?" Max asked, grinning. "And attending my funeral is special enough to be on there? Wow thanks. But seriously, you'll take me with you to Belgium, right, Will?"
She rolled her eyes and stroked the side of his face lightly. "You poor baby," Max cooed. "But at least I know you won't hold it against me, love."
"Proposing? Oh no no. If anything, you should be proposing to me, okay," she told him. "But what would you like in exchange for a ring, my dear?"
"Disney?" she asked, scrunching up her nose. "How about no? And I'm not young. But you're in it, so I don't think I'd join anyway."
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Post by Will Harper on Apr 2, 2013 23:20:06 GMT -5
"Eh, why not? Would you like to join me in my bucket list making? Of course it is. As soon as I get paper, it'll be number one." Then will had an idea. He picked the Great Gatsby up and reluctantly pushed himself off Max. He walked over to the librarian and explained that he wanted to buy the book. She got mad as he showed her the blood and Will was slightly pissed off that he had to pay $40. So he stole her pen when she wasn't looking.
Hey, Will needed something to write with. Walking back to Max, he laid back down, head resting in her lap. He opened the book to page 1 and on the top of the page, he wrote Attend Max's funeral and write a beautiful eulogy for it.
Will then wrote on page 2. Go to Belgium and eat waffles with Max. He turned to page 3 and looked up at Max. "Ideas?" he asked, simply. "To fill up the whole book, I'm gonna need a lot."
"Max, if I were in your position, I would've jumped my bones already." Will joked, patting her shoulder. "But I'll propose to you when I have something to give you. Which is not right now."
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