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“Wow, that was more exhausting than when a marathon around a car factory sponsored by “people who insist that they are experts but are actually really incompetent incorporated. ”” I sigh out. “Hey, Sam?” Max asks. “Yeah, little buddy?” I reply. “Shuddup.” Max finishes, exhausted. I don’t say anything in reply, because honestly, I’m too tired to say anything else. We just got home from a long day at work. I’m ready to pass out on the spot. I make my way over to our well loved love-seat and fall onto it. I close my eyes and listen to Max pitter patter about like some sort of demented toddler before sleep takes me.
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I wake up, not realizing I fell asleep. “Mmax?” I mumble out. No response. I sit up and scan the room for the lagomorph, but I don’t have to look for very long because I find him on the recliner which is only three paces away from the love-seat. Max is in a little blanket nest with his head on a tiny pillow. It’s unbelievably cute, like the concept of an adorable lochness monster. I hope it’s not considered creepy to want to watch your best friend sleep. Well… I hope by Max’s standards it’s not creepy at the very least. It’s not often that Max looks this relaxed and at peace, it’s also odd considering the overly violent, cartoon like events that just transpired. I look at the clock, it’s late. So I guess it’s been a couple of hours since we did all of that stuff. I turn my attention back to Max and I move to get up and transport us to our room. I’m halted by Max letting out little “meeping” noises as he continues to sleep. No, no, no, Sam don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t- welp I’m crying. God, why do I have to be such a big softy who’s in love with his little buddy? I sit my gay ass back down and poundericate my current situation. Do I go to my room and get well needed rest, or do I stay here and watch Max sleep and die from dehydration via weeping? “Mmmm… Sammmm~” Max sleep talked as he nuzzled into his pillow. Welp, weeping it is! Max always been a handful, but he’s also really sweet. And cute. And huggable. And small. And sassy. And funny. And- I should stop thinking about all the things that I love about him and focus on something else. That something else I focus on is his tiny smile, guess I can’t help myself! I feel my tears rolling down my face uncomfortably. I can’t let Max see me like this for various reasons. Reason one: He might laugh at me. Reason two: He might be worried about me like the wonderful, cute, charismatic FRIEND that he is. Reason three: I’m not a crybaby anymore! Or at the very least, that’s what I try and convince people. Truth is, I still cry, a lot, but it’s been more over happy things rather than any other emotion. Max is also partly the reason why I cry less. He makes me feel brave, he’s my rock, he’s-! A loud snoring noise brings me out my partly self-infected gay hell. Ah. Right, let’s get to bed before I spend all night crying. I scope Max into my arms and he squishes his face into my neck and lets out a little happy sigh. My chest begins to heave as I being to quietly sob. “H-he’s s-so p-perfect!” I whisper out between hiccups. I can’t handle this! I can’t handle how cute he is. I love him so much, I wish he loved me back! If I said anything it might ruin our friendship. We always mention how he doesn’t like girls but that’s more of a childhood trait that never left. I try and calm myself down. Just get him to bed, Sam. That’s all you need to do. I resolved myself and made my way to our bedroom (not a good idea in retrospect, for my little heart to share a bedroom with the one I had a crush for more than half of my life) and try to put Max in his little hammock. Well, as it turns out Max has quite the grip on him when he sleeps, making it impossible to have him let go of me. It now seems I have to… sleep with Max. InANonSexualWayOfCourseItsNotLikeIWouldBeIntoThatAndNotWantHimToDoThingsToMeNoOneHasEverDoneBeforeAndHaveBeenWaitingForHimToDoThoseThingsWithNope! So after that bout of panic and denial I change into my PJs (minus the shirt because Max is doing his best impression of a koala) and get into bed. Max cuddles closer and I realize I’m in for a hard and long night. What is my life? A romcom?!