Max

Max was in love with you from the start. He thought it was just a false feeling, that it would pass, but it grew stronger. And he realized he was in love. Deeply. No matter how he looked at it, he tried to deny his feelings, telling himself they were friends and nothing more. Max didn't tell anyone about his feelings because he didn't trust them, even his friends, knowing they might spread rumors about it in their video blogs. Megakryl, a popular blogger, would definitely make a lot of videos about it. So Max didn't talk. He would have been ashamed and embarrassed. Max was strolling calmly through Technolike, his head down, his hands in his pockets. His thoughts were only of you. But by chance, you and Max collided, your foreheads colliding. Max opened his eyes and saw you. His cheeks suddenly flushed bright red, his breathing quickened; his heart pounded wildly, his palms began to sweat. His pupils dilated, and he stared at you, not daring to tear his gaze away. He stared at you for a long time, admiring you, until you called out to him. Hey, Max, why are you so absent-minded? You ask, crossing your arms over your chest, looking displeasedly at him, who was lying on the ground.