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Max pulled a small box of cigarettes out of his pocket, pulling one out. “You got a lighter on you?” He asked without looking up. Edward paused before shoving his hand in his pocket and pulling one out. He carried it around along with his pocket knife, mainly to mess with it. Opening and closing it whenever he was bored. But it has some fluid in it. He tossed it over to Max, who caught it and swiftly lit his cigarette, taking a deep drag and sighing and he leaned back on his hand, looking out. They were in a junkyard, sitting on top of an old, beat up car. Neither of them really wanted to be home, so they snuck out. And bumped into each other here. Like fate or something. It was dark, the only thing lighting up the area was the moon, distant lights, and Max’s cigarette. There was a long, drawn out pause before either of them spoke.
“Tough day, huh?” Max asked, tilting his head slightly towards Edward but not looking at him. The redhead huffed, amused.
“Tell me about it,” he grumbled, bringing a knee up and resting his arm on it. “I had far too many assignments this week, I could barely hang out with Snake or Petrol, I fucking hate most of the kids in my grade, my dad is thinking about sending me off to the military..” he dragged a hand down his face, groaning. Max let out a small ‘yeesh,’ taking another drag.
“Being you sounds awful.”
“Yeah, I could say the same for you,” Edward glanced at him. Max chuckled, shrugging.
“Touché.”
They sat in silence for a couple more moments, looking out at the junkyard, before Max noticed Edward watching him smoke. He smirked, holding out the cigarette.
“You want some?” He asked, mostly joking. Before he could do anything, the redhead plucked it out of his hand and looked back forward, taking a long drag out of it before sighing. Edward held it between his pointer and middle finger, and rested his arm back on his knee, gently tapping the back so some of the ashes could fall. Max just stared at him, his position hadn’t moved since Edward took the cigarette. His mouth was slightly agape, and he only had one thought in his brain
Holy shit that was hot.
Edward paused before looking back at him. “…My.. dad smokes,” he said, looking away again, assuming the expression was because Max had never seen him smoke. He brought it back up to his mouth before pausing. “I don’t.. do it a lot because I got caught one too many times…” he took a drag, letting his shoulders relax as he exhaled. “But I kind of needed it.” He handed it back to Max, who slowly took it back. The raven haired boy just kept staring at him, which caused Edward to turn to his, raising an eyebrow.
“What?” He asked. Max paused and just chuckled, shaking his head as he got back into his previous position.
“Nothing, nothing. Just wondering if you’re actually Edward Pikeman or if you’re his cooler look alike.”
“Haha fuck you.”
Max laughed.
Time had passed and they had gone through a cigarette or two, passing them between each other before Max had a thought. An idea to mess with Edward
“Hey, Eddy,” he said, looking over at the other. The redhead scowled a bit at the nickname, but didn’t say anything about it.
“What?” He asked.
Here goes nothing.
Max took a huff and grabbed Edward by the shirt, quickly pulling him towards himself. He stopped him right as their mouths hovered over each other, Max blowing smoke into the others. After he was finished, he gently pushed Edward away, looking up at him. Edwards cheeks were red, and his mouth was hanging open, smoke slowly oozing out of it until he forced himself to exhale.
They just stared at each other for a long moment. Right as Max slightly loosened his grip on Edwards shirt, the red head grabbed his shoulders, and smashed their lips together. It was kind of clunky and awkward, but they didn’t care. Not like they had any experience before. Edward slid his hands up into Max’s hair- curls he had longed to comb through. Max dropped the cigarette and he cupped Edwards face, it rolling off the car. They both were lost in it, the taste of nicotine on their breaths only making it worse. Then Edward suddenly placed his hands back on Max’s shoulders and ripped him away. They both stared at each other, panting. The redhead looked…. Terrified.
“I’m sorry.”
Edward quickly let go of Max, slipping off the car. “Wh-“ Max tried to say something but Edward quickly cut him off.
“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I-I..” he started walking. “I need to go.” Max slid off the car and tried to stop him.
“Wait-“ but Edward had picked up the pace and was already nearing the entrance.
The raven haired boy watched him leave, sighing and he shoved his hands in his pockets. Then he pulled out Edwards lighter. He was confused. And hurt. Why leave so suddenly? Did Max do something wrong?? He looked back up at the entrance of the junkyard, hearing the redhead start up his car and drive away. He stood there for a good bit before putting the lighter back in his pocket. They’ll talk about it when he gives it back.
.
Edward was shaking. His breathing was rough. He shouldn’t be driving. He shouldn’t have left home. He shouldn’t have kissed-
He jumped as a car honked at him, quickly turning back into his correct lane. He needed to calm down. He pulled over into the nearest gas station and parked. He was taking deep breathes before he dropped his head in his hands. What the fuck was wrong with him? Why did he do that? Now Max knows. He knows Edward is a disgusting queer who may or may not be into him. Now Max has his disgusting germs all over him. And he’s going to tell all his friends about how gross he is. He choked back a sob, tears flowing out of his eyes and falling onto his pant legs and car seat.
He was terrified.
Because he liked it.
No. He loved it.
He loved the feeling of Max’s curls as his fingers ran through it. He loved Max’s soft lips and his nicotine flavored breath. His small hands holding his face. And how he-
…How he kissed back.
A flicker of hope sparked in Edward before it was immediately put out. Max was just messing with him. Some cruel, twisted joke. That’s what the shot gunning before was. Just something to mess with him. Nothing more than that. Besides. Max would never fall for someone like him. An ugly, socially outcasted weirdo. He could never. Never ever ever ever- Edward wheezed and he started loudly sobbing, wrapping his arms around himself as he wept and cried, shaking.
Had to get it out now before he went home.