Terrible Ideas

Chapter One

So this is a story I've had in my head for, like, three years but have never gotten around to writing it. But I wanted it done before I forget what high school was like. So, I finally made myself sit down and write it though and I'm relatively pleased with the outcome! Really hope you like it! 

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Chapter one:

            "Nope." Max turned for the door, stopping to glare at his sister when her pillow hit him in the back.

"Get back here!" Eva ordered, and Max raised a brow, unimpressed. She looked ridiculous. Tattered shirt, old sweats, her bangs held out of her face with a neon pink headband- remnants of the facemask bullshit she and Meg had been doing. "I'm not done talking."

"But I'm done listening?" Max spoke as condescendingly as he could, and Eva glared at him while Meg let out a short laugh.

"You could at least hear me out first, you rude little shit," Eva sniffed at him and he crossed his arms over his chest. Truth be told he didn't look much better than her. He'd just got back from a grueling soccer practise and the thick layer of sweat and dirt had hardened uncomfortably on his skin.

"I think I got enough," Max told her blandly. "You want me to dress up as you and cover your shift at work so you can go bone some college loser."

"Pretty much, yeah," Meg said, and Max gestured to her with a thankful expression. She was sprawled across Eva's bed, phone out, but clearly interested in the conversation. Her long dark curls were up in a messy knot and she wore even rattier clothes than Eva. Somehow she still looked kind of good in a badass kind of way- like she truly didn't care. She probably didn't.

"You're not helping," Eva said, giving Meg an exasperated look and Meg shrugged.

"Nothing she says will help, Eva," Max rolled his eyes at his twin and she glared back. "I'm dressing up like a girl just so you can get laid."

"That is so not why," Eva huffed. "You won't even hear me out."

"Not all that interested," Max lifted his shoulders in a half-assed shrug. "He can't be any different from last week's guy."

"I'm going to pretend you're not slut shaming me on account of me being a good person."

"Since when?" Max scoffed and the slipper she threw caught him in the shoulder and he withheld a wince at the hard rubber sole.

"Stop being a massive douchenozzle for five minutes and listen to me."

"I quite like being a douchenozzle," Max told her. "Gives my life some purpose."

"Maxie, please," Eva said and Max's eyes narrowed at her softened tone.

"Don't you try that on me."

"Hear me out," She continued in the same tone and he started turning to leave again so she dropped it. "Don't you fucking dare."

"Just let me shower, for the love of fuck," Max groaned.

"Say you'll do it."

"I will not."

"Maxie..."

"Fuck off, Eva."

"Please?"

"There is not a single universe where this will be a thing. I'm gay but I've still got some masculine pride, all right. It's not fucking happening. Thank you and fuck you, kindly." Max felt rather like he'd handled the situation well, storming from the room and to his own across the hall. He slammed the door shut for good measure, ignoring the shout it got him from his older brother downstairs. Bastien could fuck off. So could Eva. Two siblings too many. Fucking menaces, and he was not about to let them ruin what little dignity he had left.