Imagines and One-Shots (Book Two)

Diamond Girl (Maxx Danziger) - Part 1

lmao i lied here's a sequel to moments of weakness!!!!!!!! (everything's just gonna make more sense if you read that first)

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Maxx's POV; Three weeks later

It still baffled Maxx as to how someone he considered his best friend would do something as disgusting as he did. You were the last person who ever deserved to be cheated on and to see first-hand that Cody could do it without second thought honestly confused him. He'd known you for the same amount of time the rest of the band had, all of you instantly becoming best friends – and even more so when they moved out to LA.

You and Cody immediately hit it off, and Maxx always felt a little bad for feeling the way he did about you. He'd managed to keep it hidden from his bandmates – and most importantly, you – that he had feelings for you.

And maybe that was why he was furious with the way Cody treated you.

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Two weeks later

By the time the band finally made it back to LA after tour, Maxx was exhausted. He felt more jet-lagged than he'd ever been before, but he was on a mission: He had to make sure you were okay.

He obviously kept up with your YouTube videos and tweets and everything and you seemed to be doing just fine, but he knew you better than that. He knew you were asking yourself why Cody cheated and what you did to make him do it.

And he had to make sure you knew none of it was your fault.

After getting home, the boys went to their bedroom to unpack. Maxx, however, simply tossed his suitcase onto his bed and spent some time with Pistol as she happily welcomed him home, then got right back up. He grabbed his keys off of his dresser, making sure he had his phone and wallet before heading back out of the room.

"Hey, guys," Maxx said, noticing Dan and Zach were in the kitchen, "I'm gonna head out for a while."

"Where are you going?" Dan looked over his shoulder as he grabbed a drink from the fridge.

"I'm just gonna make sure Y/N's doing okay." Both boys nodded understandably.

"Tell her we said hi," he told him.

"And that we love her!" Zach chimed in.

"Will do," Maxx grinned, "I don't know when I'll be back, so don't wait up."

"Later!" they called after him as he left the house.

The 10 minute drive to your apartment seemed like it took five hours that day, every possibility of what he could find when he got there running through Maxx's head. He didn't want to think the worst, but you were unpredictable – and maybe that was one of the reasons he liked you so much.

Arriving at your front door didn't offer much consolation either though since he stood there for longer than necessary knocking. He looked at the time on his phone and noticed it wasn't too late, but then again, that didn't mean you hadn't fallen asleep. He reached up to get your spare key from on top of your doorframe, unlocking the door and putting it back right where he found it.

Maxx went into your apartment – he knew the place like it was his own, so he had no trouble finding you when he saw you weren't in the living room. You were sprawled out on your bed, your hair a mess and snoring away softly. He quietly went back to lock your front door before returning, smiling at your sleeping figure.

You must have gone to bed early that evening – which was understandable now that he thought about it because he knew you always filmed on Fridays and it usually knocked you out pretty soon after.

He wanted to wake you up – he wanted to just hear you tell him you were fine and what Cody did didn't hurt you as much as he worried it did – but he couldn't bear to disturb you. So instead, he was going to just watch some TV in your living room and wait for you to wake up.

But he would never make it out of the doorway.

"Maxx?" he heard a small murmur coming from inside the dark room. Maxx turned to look at you, finding you rubbing your eye with your hand, squinting to see who was standing there.

"Hey, Y/N," he said softly, walking over to your bed.

The sleepy grin on your face made his heart race as you grabbed his hand and pulled toward you. He immediately took the hint, kicking off his shoes and climbing onto the bed next to you.

The moment he got comfortable, your arms were around his neck and you were practically lying on top of him.

"You're home," you smiled into his neck while his own arms wrapped around your waist.

"Told you we were coming back today," he chuckled, one of his thumbs rubbing small circles on your lower back.

"I know," you replied sassily, your voice still never reaching above a whisper, "But I thought you'd be tired and wouldn't come over until tomorrow."

"Nah, I'm jet-lagged," he told you, "I just wanted to check on you; You know, make sure you're okay."

"Why wouldn't I be okay?"

"Y/N," he tried to say firmly but he couldn't hold back his smile, feeling you smile as well.

"I'm fine, Maxx," you said reassuringly, "Yeah, it sucks and maybe I'm hurt that it happened, but there's no use in crying over someone who doesn't care."

"I care."

"And that's why you weren't the one who cheated on me," you laughed lightly.

"Course not," he squeezed you tightly, "I'd never do that to you."

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"Do you think it's possible to best friend cheat on someone?" you asked randomly.

"Well, how about you explain to me what that means first and then I'll tell you?" he chuckled.

"You know, like, if you said I was your best friend in the whole world but then you also told Zach that he was, would you be cheating on me?" Maxx couldn't help but laugh again, poking at your side to make you laugh as well.

"You're crazy," he shook his head.

"Come on," you pouted, grabbing his hand and holding it on his stomach as you began playing with his fingers, "Just answer the question."

"Well, I wouldn't tell Zach or anyone else they're my best friend in the whole world because that spot is reserved for you," he said matter-of-factly.

"It is?" you asked, tilting your head to look at him.

"Always," he replied, kissing your forehead. You smiled slightly, looking back down at his hand in yours.

Maxx was surprised at his ability to keep his heart from racing at your touch, and truthfully proud of himself as well for managing not to have the usual sweaty palms caused by the nervousness he felt whenever he was around you.

He wanted to tell you how he felt so badly, but how could he? You'd just gotten out of a relationship where someone cheated on you – and someone he was still friends with as far as you were concerned. He was sure you'd never take a chance on him – especially not right after what happened with Cody.

So he sat on it.

He sat on his feelings the exact way he'd been doing so for the last two years, now just waiting for the right moment to tell you everything he needed to get off his chest.

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do i like this ending? no
will the next part be better? probably not

inspiration: "Diamond Girl" by Set It Off