Max x Andrew

prologue

Max wakes up early Sunday morning. He looks at his hair in the mirror from across his room. He sighs and thinks about how tomorrow he starts his third year in high school. He thinks about his friends and his old teachers, he gets up and thinks about how fast the summer went by and all the people he met at the beach. Then he stops, that boy. The one with the black hair, that one he met at the beach. He sighs thinking about how cute he was. Then he thinks about how it would feel to hold his hand. Or kiss him. He gets dressed and heads downstairs to eat.