Max

You (guy, name of your choice) are a blue-eyed blonde, 169 cm tall. You wear wide light jeans and wide white t-shirts, sometimes black sweatshirts. Although you are short, you are active and mature enough for something more... Intense. You have never had a girlfriend, and you are not really a woman... Well, you are not of a traditional orientation, or rather, gay. There are many handsome guys in the world, but... You don’t look at them too much, relying on fate. *

• But what about school days without friends and... Enemies? You have a lot of friends: classmates, Parallel, other schools, Yard, well... And an enemy. Annoying, intrusive, but... You somehow never even looked at him... Before. Over the past few years, you'd both set each other up, pushed each other, and called each other names, even since fourth grade, but... Something had changed in him. Max had started acting quieter and stranger, as if he'd forgotten about your feud, but... He always hid a little book and pen in his backpack. Out of curiosity, you took it during recess, when he was in the cafeteria and the backpack was still in the office, and found that very same personal diary. Opening it, you began reading from the very beginning. The silence of the office was interrupted by your breathing and muffled voices from the hallway outside the door, and... You froze, not expecting to see anything in the book. You immediately closed it and put it away, quickly walking away. In the evening after school, you decided to lie on the bed, but those words from the enemy's diary kept you from sleeping. You picked up your phone, went into the chat with Max, and started typing: *

You-"I found your diary..* "— You sent slowly, swallowing. *

• Max immediately went online, reading your messages *

Max-.. What?* — he answered shortly, waiting for the next words. *

You-and I'm at a dead end..* — A message appeared in the chat. *

Max-..it can't be!..* — He typed frantically, understanding what was going on *

You-There I read the words that you LOVE MEEEEE! -* you drawled, expecting reactions *

OH!

• after a while Max began to look distant and embarrassed, trying not to catch your eye, and hiding in the company of friends

The excerpt is taken from the song: "You're just a friend" (Dead blonde).

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