| The Boy Saw A Comet | Mithross

Max Has Relationship Issues

Max frowned at the computer screen and rubbed his eyes. So far, the day had been semi rough since his mind was clogged and tired. He couldn't get one thing out of his head, or rather someone. Especially when that someone was a few rooms down from where he sat.

He glanced at the editing screen, looking at Ross's frozen face just about to get blown up by the Guardian. He stared at that face and sighed. Scooting his chair away from his desk, he took off his beanie and threw it at the keyboard, running a hand through his hair. His eyes scan the room at the other people editing videos and he locks in on Tim.

Max stands up, grabbing his beanie and placing it back on his head. "Hey Tim, I need to talk to you." He says, watching as Tim Tim looks up from his screen.

"Yea, sure, hold on." The other man says. Max hears a few more clicks before Tim stands up and follows Max out of the editing area. Max walks into the kitchen and leans back on the counter. Tim stands in front of the ginger, "So what ya need?"

He sighs again, "I need to tell you something and if you tell anyone else, I will make your life hell."

"Woah man, you better not drop a bomb on me here." Tim says, eyes widening at the responsibility he is being placed with.

"Tim." Max says sternly, hopefully shutting Tim up before he looses his courage.

"Alright, okay. Go ahead." The other says. Max stares at him for another second, willing himself to continue. He looks down and ponders how he should say it.

"Tim, I think I'm bisexual."

The other's eyes widened more and his mouth dropped. At Tim's stare, Max looked away, debating if he should have told the other in the first place.

"Okay, you're pulling my leg." Time chuckled, wondering if this was actually a joke. The glare he got from Max confirmed it wasn't.

"Holy fuck you're serious. Well, um... Congratulations?"

Max groaned,face palming. "I knew I shouldn't have told you."

"Well that's your fault, like, why didn't you tell Ross instead?"

Max glares at Tim for about a full minute before it eventually dawns on him.

"Oh. Oh." It seemed like Tim's eyes were frozen wide open. "But wait, you've been friends with Ross for years, why are you now discovering this?"

Max ignored the question, "I am not going into detail, but I felt I just needed to tell someone. And I feel that anyone else would make fun of me." The ginger crossed his arms, not completely comfortable talking about this.

"A horrible decision because I am horrible with relationships to begin with, and I offer no good help."

"Do you seriously think I don't know this? I just wanted to tell someone."

Tim raised his eyebrows, "I think you're telling the wrong person.."

"What do you... I am not telling Ross!" Max started to yell, and then realized they were trying to be quiet. He glared at Tim.

"How else are you going to find out if he likes you back or not?"

Max pondered the idea. He honestly has been thinking about this for weeks, but never really came up with a solid answer.

"Not tell him and wait."

"Okay, even I'm not that stupid. Bro, what you need to do is tell him. You've known him longer than anyone here, how bad could he possibly take it?"