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Bradley stood with his back turned to Max, arms crossed, shoulders hunched, gripping at his sides.

“Come on, Brad, it’ll be fun, dude,” Max spoke softly, friendly, reaching out to place a hand on Bradley’s shoulder.

Bradley rolled his shoulder, shrugging Max’s hand off. Max pulled it back to his side as Bradley stepped away, creating some distance between them.

He turned to face Max, his face contorted into the manic scowl Max had grown accustomed to.

“Brad-ley. It’s Bradley. Why can’t you get that through your thick skull?” he spat, stepping closer and jabbing a finger against Max’s forehead.

Max put his arm up between them, ducking his head down as he snickered.

“Why does that nickname bother you so much, anyway?”

Bradley scrunched up his nose and turned his head away, pouting slightly.

“That doesn’t matter.”

Max leaned forward with a curious expression. He stepped around Bradley so they were face to face, looking up at him with a mischievous smile. Bradley’s face faltered for a moment, he tried to hide it, but his expression noticeably softened.

“How am I supposed to care enough to stop if I don’t know why it pisses you off so bad?”

Bradley looked up at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact. He appeared to consider it before letting out an annoyed groan.

“Okay, fine… Brad is… my father and brother call me Brad,” His voice came out as more of a mumble than anything.

“And I don’t like them very much. It just makes me think of them, and… yeah.”

Bradley looked down at Max, who was watching him with a frown. Bradley stiffened at his pitiful expression.

“Oh man, that’s more heavy than I was expecting,” Max said with a huff, hunching over and rubbing at his neck.

“I thought it’d be something dumb, like an ex called you that or something,” he added, chuckling awkwardly.

Bradley just watched him anxiously, arms crossed.

“Okay, I’ll, uh- stop calling you that, I guess. Brad-ley,” Max over-pronounced the ley at the end awkwardly, like the name felt foreign in his mouth.

Bradley raised an eyebrow and moved his hand to his face, trying to hide the smirk creeping onto it. An amused exhale from his nose gave him away, and Max grinned.

“I don’t know why you didn’t just tell me sooner,” Max laughed under his breath.
“I would’ve stopped earlier, and it wouldn’t feel so weird to say.”

Bradley narrowed his eyes.

“Or you could’ve just called me what I asked from the start instead of being an inconsiderate asshole,” he scoffed.

“Whatever, man,” Max groaned, making his way to the other side of the room.

Bradley stayed put, looking down at the floor, hunching his shoulders again.

“You’re never going to make amends if you stay here sulking. Just come to the party.”

Bradley shot him a dirty look over his shoulder, but Max’s dumb smile threw him again. It annoyed him more than anything, but the anger bubbling up in his chest was fighting for dominance with an ache and a flutter, which left him more exhausted than anything else.

“Come on, Bradleyyy~” Max hummed, and his name sounded so damn sweet on his tongue it was hard not to buckle under the immediate, crushing regret. He hadn’t thought this through, the pain and anger he would feel, the presence of his father and brother looming over him, making him feel small. It was a distraction he felt he would come to miss, his comfort zone. He wore pain and anger well. But it couldn’t be helped. He would be lying if he said he didn’t expect this, somewhat. He couldn’t hear Max say it anymore, Max’s words tainted by the people he sought escape from in Max’s presence.

But damn was it easier to hate than it was to love.

“…Fine. I’ll come.”

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Bradley pulled his knees to his chest, watching Max warily as the other boy approached slowly from the other side of the room.

“What are you studying, anyway?”

Bradley’s voice came out strained, brittle.

“Not that I care. I just... hadn’t asked before and—”

Max sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning back with a grin. It was oddly amusing seeing Bradley look so uncharacteristically meek. Maybe something about the intimacy of a shared room unsettled him more than he’d ever admit.

“I’m doing an arts degree.”

Bradley visibly cringed. Max chuckled.

“Are you at least majoring in something not completely useless? You know, as much as that’s possible with the arts.”

“God, you open your mouth and sure, it’s your voice but it’s your dad’s words,” Max said with a shake of his head.

Bradley scoffed, straightening his back as his knees slid down from his chest. He crossed his arms, still closed off, but trying to look unfazed.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh please,” Max said, rolling his eyes. “I’ve seen the books you read. You’re a total literature nerd. I could totally see you-“

Max jumped onto the bed, striking a dramatic pose, one hand on his chest, the other outstretched.

“-in the performing arts, reciting the classics ‘To see or not to see!’”

“It’s be. ‘To be or not to be.’”

Max flopped backward onto the bed, grinning.

“Ha! Knew it.”

Bradley didn’t respond. He pulled his knees back up and buried his face in his arms.

Max turned toward him, frowning, propping himself up on one elbow.

“Uh... Brad?”

Bradley glanced at Max with furrowed brows, then abruptly stood, throwing his arms in the air.

“It’s not that simple, freshman! Not everyone can just spend their lives goofing off. Some of us have responsibilities.. futures we have to prepare for.”

Max sat up fully, leaning back on his hands.

“What about what you want to do? Doesn’t that count for something?”

Bradley let out a forced laugh, his smile sharp and manic.

“I-hah! I do want this. I’m going to be a successful lawyer, just like my father. With all that wealth and power, I’ll be unstoppable.”

Max gave him a skeptical look. Bradley’s smile faltered.

“Oh, would you stop looking at me like that?” he snapped. “I’m going to be successful and rich. What more could I want?”

Max leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees.

“I’m majoring in filmmaking. Bobby is too. Peej is doing literature and music. When we were kids, we were obsessed with all the fanfare when musicians dropped music videos, cool visual effects, sick action shots. We even tried to recreate one of our favorites in front of the whole school once. Total disaster. But man, it was so much fun.

I might never be rich or famous, but... if I love what I’m doing, why would I care?”

Bradley’s shoulders slumped. He crossed his arms, curling inward.

“Don’t you at least want to give it a shot?” Max asked gently. “Doing something for yourself for once?”

Bradley sat down next to him, burying his face in his hands.

“I just... I can’t.”

“Oh don’t give me that crap. Are you really that scared of standing up to your old man?”

“Max. I can’t.”

Bradley’s voice was quiet and small. It didn’t even sound like him.

Max looked at him, hunched over and shrunken, and frowned. He turned away, jaw tight.

“Coward,” he muttered.

Max stood up, grabbed his coat and skateboard, and walked out, leaving Bradley alone in the dorm room.

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the devil on my shoulder is whispering “maxley dead poet society au” and i am in hell

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