#i’ve never written lumax before!! which is a complete shame .

[wayward-sherlock]

hi! lumax for the shuffle ask game?

hi!!

this is longer than i expected, so it’s under the cut! <3

If she was being honest, Max wasn’t completely sure why Lucas was still with her.

She’d lost contact for a few days, when her mom had broken their phone in a fit of despair; he hadn’t cared and had just gifted her a new radio, so it wouldn’t happen again. She’d yelled at him, before, when her emotions had reared their ugly head and she wasn’t sure how to deal with it; he’d talked to her with soft, kind words that made her regret it, and when she’d apologized, he’d kissed her forehead and said it was okay.

There were some days where Max was grateful that he had stayed with her, through thick and thin. Most days, though, she felt guilty, like she was holding him back; he deserved better than her, she was sure.

Even though she knew he’d refuse, Max had tried to cancel on their movie date. The school day had been rough, longer than usual, and when she’d got home her eyes were already brimming with tears. She knew that if he showed up, her face would be red and splotchy from crying, and she’d be hiccuping in front of him, and the whole ordeal would just be embarrassing as hell.

Some small, nearly infinitesimal part of her was worried he wouldn’t love her, if he saw her like that. Max had never let anybody see her cry before, and it felt…it felt too vulnerable.

Lucas came around anyways.