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There I am on the screen. Why am I half naked? “Max…” The T.V version of me says as he lightly shakes Max who is sleeping beside him. T.V me goes to try and wake him up again. Max continues to snooze. So far this has been pretty accurate with how hard it is to wake Max up in the morning. “Wake up, little buddy.” Max finally opens his eyes at that. T.V Sam smiles at Max. “Morning, Max.” He yawned. “G'mornin’ Sam.” Max sleepily mumbles back. “Ready to get up like prices of gas on a long weekend in summer?” Asked T.V Sam. Max seems to think for a moment. “Cuddle first.” He says. Did he just say “cuddle first”? H-he must be joking! But he’s reaching out for me- I mean him! Sam giggles at Max's cute sleepy actions, “well I guess it’s ok if we stay bed a little late, it’s our day off after all.” Oh, Max just wants a day off, that's it! Then the me on T.V schooches even closer to Max and wraps his arms around him and pulls him in close. Is it possible to be jealous of yourself? Because I’m feeling a little envious of the T.V Sam getting all these sleepy Max cuddles. Max then snuggles into T.V Sam and T.V Sam gives him kiss on the head. What-? “I love you so much.” Max says into my- his chest. I feel tears sliding down my face. “H-he couldn’t! He d-didn’t! I-I-I!” I cry out. I fall to my knees. I can’t handle this! He feels the same! HE FEELS THE SAME! More tears fall as I cry and laugh. “He loves me!” I cry out in joy. “HE REALLY LOVES ME!” All those time where I dared to dream, times were I could have sworn he look at me like the only man in the world, the sweet actions and words he would say at times that seemed a little out of character. All of it was actually because he felt the same way! I look back at the screen through my tears.
Max and Sam are in the kitchen and Max is watch me look for something with a look of pure adoration. I can’t wait to confess these more than a decade old feelings to him and have him look at me like that in real life. Sam seems to have found what he’s looking for because he did a little “ah-ha!” and pulled out some syrup. I move forward and accidentally push a button on a panel. “ I’m starting to think that Sam has put his lips on that mug more than he has on me, that is completely unacceptable.” Is that Max? I look at the screen, the me that’s serving breakfast right now hasn’t reacted to Max. And now that I think about it, Max’s voice was echoey like in television shows when they're trying to show inner thoughts of a character. That button must have let me hear Max’s thoughts. “Hey, Sam?” Max’s question brings me back to attention. T.V Sam turns to face him. “Hmm?” Sam hums as he has a inquisitive look on his face. Max stands on his chair and kisses him, the lucky son of a gun! “Thanks for making breakfast.” Max whispered in my/his ear. The me swallows and honestly that is a mood. “No problem, Maxie.” He whispers back in a husky voice. Bold of Max to assume that I would be able to say anything without stuttering after the stunt he just pulled. “ I love it when he says my name like that.” I really should be taking notes, not everyday you get to see and hear the fantasies of a person you have feelings for!
Those waffles must have been delicious because Max totally tore those poor, innocent waffles apart! “Hey, you got something on your face.” T.V Sam pointed out. Max reached up to touch his face but Sam stops him. “No, I’ll get it.” T.V Sam then licks his mouth. “Oh, so he wants to play this game? I’m always down to see who will cave to the other romantic gestures first.” Being in a relationship with Max seems to a battle of tongues at times, not that I’m complaining. “Look, little buddy, if we keep this up we will end up getting nothing done today expect for me pinning you to a wall.” Sam says. Max smirks at him. “You say that like that’s the last thing want.” He flirts back while playing with his my ear. “I wanted to take a bath.” T.V Sam says. Max pouts at that. Sam sees Max’s expression and gets a smirk on his face. “Well, I mean, it does get lonely in the tub, maybe you’d like to join me?” O-oh, umm… I should probably look for a way to get Max out of the machine before I see to much. Just another minute or two can’t hurt though. T.V Sam gets up and makes his way to the bathroom, as he sauntered he let his housecoat slip down one of his shoulders. “Wow, I look great.” I say to myself, a little flattered by Max’s perception of me.
Ok. No more T.V. I need to find a way to get Max outta this thing! I approach the control panel located below the monitor. Now which one of these buttons will eject Max from the machine? I push a random button and a small screen on the panel lights up. Ok, progress! But not what I wanted. I push another random button, the screen shows me “BROADCAST RANGE” which seems to be the upper half of the east coast. “Feels good?” A familiar voice says interrupting my fumbling with the computer. I look up to the monitor on the wall. What meets my eyes is a very much naked me giving Max what appears to be a massage. At least the bubbles in the tub are tastefully censoring anything… private . I begin to push more random buttons on the panel so I can get Max out of there before he and fantasy Sam turn this situation eighteen plus. huh, “Sams got a lot of tension in his shoulders.” I glance up at the monitor because myself control has left like a deadbeat dad who’s favorite direction is west. Max is now giving me as massage. He looks like he’s good at it too, but that might just be part of his fantasy. I get back to work again pressing more buttons in the vain hope of ending this uncomfortable situation once and for all. I hit a blue button and it brings a prompt on screen.
>EJECT SUBJECT?
->YES
>NO
I hit a button that vaguely looks like “enter” on a regular computer. A new message pops up.
SUBJECT TO BE EJECTED IN 10 MINS
Well… I guess I have nothing to do but go back to watching “Max and Sam in gay land.” I look back on the monitor and- “M-max, please!” T.V me exclaimed in a pleading voice. Well, seems like I missed a few things. “Who’s my good boy?” Max asks. “Me?” I hope in my head. “M-me?” T.V Sam mumbles. I got a feeling that’s it’s gonna be a long ten minutes.
So after watching… whatever you wanna call what I just witnessed, Sam and Max got out of the bath and are now on the couch watching T.V and cuddling. T.V Sam kisses Max and says “I love you, little buddy.”Max nuzzles into the crook of his neck “I love you too, Sam.” Then loud beeping ruined the moment.
EJECTING SUBJECT!
EJECTING SUBJECT!
EJECTING SUBJECT!
I hurry to the hole in the floor where Max disappeared and wait, frantic for Max’s safety. The machine wasn’t kidding about being “ejected” because it shot Max several feet into the air. I caught him in my arms, where was always mean to be. Max still has dry blood on his head from when that bastard hit him with a brick, I hope he doesn't have a concussion. I lay him on the ground so he can breathe easier. “Max!” I shake him gently. “Max!” Why won’t he wake up?! “Max!” My vision gets blurry with tears. “Please, little buddy, wake up!” Max finally fluttered his eyes open. My tears finally fall in pure relief. “Sam? Why are you-?” I don’t let Max finish that sentence. I pick him up and bring him in tight. “S-sam?” He stutter out. Odd… Max almost never sutters. We stay like this for a moment. Max then reaches over and starts to rub my back. “Hey, shhh…” He’s trying to calm me down, that’s really sweet of him. “It’s ok, I’m ok.” He whispers. I then move so that we are face to face, Max gives me a puzzled look. “Sam? What are yo-
Mph!
” I rush forward and kiss him, my heart nearly bursts at the feeling of my lips on his. “I-I can’t b-believe it!” I say as I part our lips. “What?” Says Max, in a stupor. “I-I liked you since m-middle school!” I confessed, finally. I feel all jittery right now, like Max if I let him drink coffee. “To think you...had these… thoughts.” I thought out loud. “You like me?” Said Max clearly caught off guard. I smile and put my noise to his. “Y-yeah. I do.” I say softly. Max looks happy for a moment, then confused again. “You said, “thoughts”?” He questions.Oh, right, that thing. I look towards the monitor placed on the wall. “Yeah, like that piece of human garbage said, this machine broadcasts your deepest, most secret fantasies.” I point out. I look back at Max who has a blank face, which for some reason ( I can guess what) starts to become more and more unsettled and panicked while still staying blank. “How much did it...?” Max tries to ask but trails off. “Everything… including your inner thoughts at each moment…” I answer honestly. I think about what he said to the me in the bath. My face gets hot that the thought. “D-do you really think I-I’m handsome?” I ask after a moment of silence. I look away from Max because of how embarrassing that was to say. “How this for an answer.” Max says as he grabbed my face. He crash my lips into his. I make a little needy whine, I need more of this. “You were my sexual awakening you know.” He confesses as we part once more. I smile softly and somehow blush even harder. “Funny, You were mine too.” I say quietly. “I can’t believe we could have been together for
YEARS
.” Max whines. “Yeah…” I agree, how did we not slip up this whole time? We spend a moment in comfortable silence before Max breaks it again. “Wait what happened to Chad?” He asks. I point over to the garbage pile laying on the ground unconscious. “You…?” “He’s not dead...yet.” I chime. “Wow, you really did a number on him.” That almost sounds like a complement. “That’s so hot.” Max states. That caught me off guard! “S-sam! I mean, MAX!” Max stops me from saying anything else on the matter with a kiss. I guess we can just sit here for a little while longer, after all… we have a lot of time to make out- I mean “up” for.