This song was something I really felt like represented how Maxwell & Scarlet are to each other.
Scarlet's POV,
(They are on a lunch break, why? Because I don't wanna write the two of them going through school. . . Because school is no Bueno)
Scarlet and Maxwell, were sitting down in a Starbucks, side by side.
(Don't judge I like Starbucks)
"Hey, I never asked you this but what did Chole want to tell you earlier today?" Maxwell asked, sipping his Caramel Frappuccino.
Scarlet froze. Uhhhhhh. . .
"Nothing," Scarlet said sipping her hot chocolate.
Maxwell frowned. "I don't think she said anything. She threatened you didn't she?"
Wait how does he know? Did he hear?
"Um, yes. How did you know?" Scarlet asked, surprised.
Maxwell sighed. "That's a common thing Chole does. I wish she would just stop." Maxwell muttered, his voice saying he didn't approve.
Should I tell him? Should I tell him the real reason that Chole wanted to speak to me?
"Maxwell?" Scarlet asked quietly.
"Yes?" Maxwell asked, looking up from his phone.
"The real reason Chole wanted to talk to me was that she . . ." Scarlet shifted in her seat. "She, um, likes you and she kinda didn't want us to . . ." Scarlet frowned how did she say this? "She didn't want us to like become friends and hang out."
Maxwell however didn't look surprised, in fact, he muttered. "How many times do I have to tell her I don't like her?"
Even though the question wasn't directed to Scarlet. Scarlet couldn't help but wonder, how long would it take for Chole to realize that Maxwell didn't like her?
"I don't know. But I don't think she's going to believe it until your taken or something." Scarlet muttered her face heating up.
Maxwell rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I bet so."
Scarlet shifted uncomfortably, as Maxwell stared off into the distance, his expression unreadable.
What is he thinking? Did I do something wrong?
"What's on your mind?" Scarlet asked after she couldn't stand the uncomfortable silence anymore.
"Huh?" Maxwell asked.
"What's on your mind?" Scarlet asked again.
"Oh, well I'm thinking about the class I guess there's a test coming up for Spanish, it's today and I suppose I'm a bit nervous," Maxwell muttered.
Spanish? A test for Spanish?!? Today? Do I get a pass? I just joined this school today.
Scarlet bit her lip nervously.
Maxwell seemed to notice, "I think you'll get a pass. I doubt that they'll give you the test, without giving you time to study for it." Maxwell said reaching for Scarlet's hand.
Scarlet smiled shyly.
He's so nice. . . Scarlet mentally slapped herself.
I. Don't. Have. A. Crush. On him.
However, Scarlet's face flushed, as her brain argued.
No, you don't have a simple crush on him. . . You like, love him. . . And I'm sure he likes you too. Why don't you ask?
Scarlet shook her head. Hell no! She shot back.
Maxwell frowned. "Is something wrong?"
Scarlet snapped to attention. "What? I mean no."
Maxwell rolled his eyes. "Sure," Maxwell said playfully.
Is he teasing me?
"I wasn't lying," Scarlet muttered.
"I never said you were," Maxwell said.
"You basically hinted at it," Scarlet said frowning, taking her hand away from his hand.
"Yeah, because you were staring off into the distance thoughtfully. And you were totally ignoring me." Maxwell said as he put his hands in his hoodie.
Wait for what? He was trying to talk to me before? Ooops,
"Wait, you were trying to talk to me?" Scarlet asked.
"Yep," Maxwell nodded.
"Oh,"
Crud!
"Sorry, I just got lost in my thoughts, I wasn't ignoring you on purpose." Scarlet apologized, feeling embarrassed.
Maxwell sighed. "What were you thinking about?"
You, and if I have a crush on you or not.
"Life," Scarlet said vaguely.
Maxwell rolled his eyes. "Really? Come on, I told you what I was thinking about. It's your turn."
Scarlet bit her lip. "It's really nothing, I'm just. . ." Scarlet trailed off.
I'm just scared, tired of not knowing what happened this year, wishing that I could tell you the truth, wishing that I could tell what was true and what wasn't. . . There were so many ways Scarlet could finish her sentence however, she couldn't make herself say them.
"It's nothing," Scarlet said more to herself than to Maxwell.
Maxwell looked at Scarlet worriedly.
Maxwell's POV,
What's wrong? Why is Scarlet closing off so quickly?
Maxwell reached out to take Scarlet's hand and squeezed it. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I won't push you."
Scarlet looked at him, her eyes questioning. Then she looked down at the floor. "I just . . ." Scarlet shook her head. "So many things are going on, and I just . . . Don't know what to do anymore." Scarlet's voice cracked.
Maxwell randomly felt very protective of Scarlet and at that moment, he wished he could help her more than ever.
Maxwell pulled Scarlet into a hug.
Scarlet sniffled. "I just feel so helpless, . . . I just don't know what to do anymore. And I hate feeling like that."
Maxwell realized. that Scarlet seemed to always put up a brave face, but deep down you could never really tell how she was feeling. . . The way she would cope with things like this would be to put on a brave face. . . Until she just couldn't do it anymore. And that's when she would crash. . . Which was a really bad way to cope.
"Hey, you know you don't always have to fake your emotions to be strong," Maxwell whispered in Scarlet's ear.
Scarlet scoffed, though it sounded really broken. "Yeah sure," Scarlet muttered, breaking away from the hug as she rolled her eyes.
