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Accidents

I've always known I've loved Max Green. Fuck, we practically grew up together. I knew he liked me too, because he didnt push me away when I got too affectionate; he didn't tell me to stop when I straddle his lap every time we get drunk together.

But... then Craig Mabbit entered my life. He was ... holy hell, he was just ... he was different, then Max. While Max just went along with whatever I did, Craig... he demanded it. Wanted it. Accepted it. Took whatever I did and molded it to fit him. Now I'm torn. Between being dangerously in love with someone, and in love with danger, with someone else.