Max has been life-changing in the best way possible.
It’s been two weeks since he had to meet my parents, but we called them up for a redo. Another nice dinner was made and this time we made it through with no hiccups. We even had dinner with them, Maverick, and Dax.
Everything that’s happened between Max and I isn’t gone, but it’s morphed us into something stronger than we once were. I don’t think about what was or what could have been had he not hurt me that day atthe park. I don’t think about how things could have progressed sooner because at this point, I’m a firm believer that everything happened for a reason.
Max that day had said maybe it was fate and maybe he was right.
Our future is still undecided, but we have the summer to think about that. This is going to be the last one we have that's filled with fun and adventure before everything turns into real life. Before it turns into working all the time and barely having a moment of peace for yourself.
“Look at you with your gold cord,” Max says walking into the hallway. We are beginning to line up before heading outside for the ceremony.
“Look at you with your white cord,” I smile.
“Gold is better,” Max grins back at me, wide and free. I love how himself he is around me.
“Yeah, my red one is sick,” Maverick interjects, running his finger down his cord.
“Fuck off,” Max laughs, shoving at Maverick’s shoulder.
“Well, I didn’t even get a cord,” Dax complains to us.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have spent so much time with my sister, asshole!” Maverick jests.
“I’ll take your sister over a cord any day, baby cakes,” Dax mocks, pissing Maverick off. Not even kidding, I think I saw him stomp his foot. I chuckle under my breath.
The line starts moving.
“It’s timeeeee,” Maverick sings like Mariah Carey.
Well, heregoes nothing.
We are sitting in plastic foldable seats. It takes ages for them to go down the list of students, all of us talking among ourselves, but Max is tensed up besides me.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“My father is here,” he says. I grip at my gown, my knuckles turning white. Max puts his hand over mine.
“He doesn’t know about us. I can’t tell him today. I just want this to be a good day and I’m afraid telling him will ruin it?”
“Admitting you’re with me will ruin your day?” I ask, trying to understand what he is saying.
“No! I have no shame in being with you, I’d scream it from roof tops, but I don’t think he’s going to be pleased. I think he might hate it and I don’t want that drama today.”
I nod my head, understanding what he means. I’ve been there before. My parents not knowing I was gay and having to tell them for the first time was terrifying. Guys had left me for being too afraid to tell my parents. I understand exactly where he is coming from.
“You don’t have to tell him today, but are you going to at all?”
“Yeah. I don’t care if I have to tell him tomorrow, but I just want this day to be good. We’re graduating. We deserve good.”
“We do,” I agree.
The names being called switch to our row. We are setting closer to beginning of our next chapter.
“Daxton Richards,” is called out. Mav, Max, and I all cheer way too loud, piercing each other's eardrums.
“Let’s fucking go!” Max cheers.
“Maverick Boast.” The same screams follow.
