i never told you what i do for a living { evan

[maxx andrew masters]

maxx just wasn't in the mood today. especially to go to school. why should he put up with a bunch of assholes who just made fun of him for who he was? yea, he liked to sing. and yeah, he dressed like he was going to a funeral every day to his life--but who the hell cared? shove it up your ass.

so, like almost every day of his life, he pulled on some skinny pants, grey tee shirt and a hoodie, shoving his feet into shoes and heading to the hellhole. at least he'd see his buddies. he opened the door to his beat up camerato and hit the gas, speeding off to the school, some random pop station playing. no no this isn't acceptable. he changed it just as he pulled into the parking lot.

maxx got into the doors of concord prep and sat down against the wall in the main hallway, waiting for first block to begin. where was evan? his best friend, if you were wondering. they were always together (no homo). he usually got here around this time.

[evan anthony marino]

it took a lot of persuasion from his mother to get up this morning. evan refused to go and hid under his covers. his mother was sweet at first, telling evan to politely get up. he had mumbled something incoherent and wrapped himself in his borito like blanket. it was his cocoon, keeping him safe from the outside world. such a nice cozy, blanket. mmm. evan snuggled into it with a smile. his mother tried once more to get the boy out of bed and with each attempt, she became more and more annoyed. her last and final attempt was the cruelest. she ripped the blanket awaay from evan and turned on all the lights in the room, singing at the top of her lungs. this finally got him out of bed. he loved his mother dearly, but the woman could not hold a tune for her life. he'd rather face his fellow peer then listen to anymore of the horrible screeching.

evan threw on a clean black hoodie, didn't bother combing his hair and a pair of jeans that were pretty much destroyed. he had no intention of looking pretty today. deciding that it wasn't worth taking his car to school today, evan just decided to walk, so he could steal at least two cigarettes before having to enter school. he needed it today. especially since he couldn't go out to lunch because of a lab. if he didn't have that extra cigarette in the morning, god only knows what kind of mood he'd be in.

he entered the school, looking tired and mentally unstable, but he was here. evan noticed a blob of black sitting against the wall near the main entrance of the school. at least one person would be happy to see evan today. maxx. his best friend. the only reason why he stayed somewhat sane throughout the day. evan walked over, grinning. "who died?" evan asked, making the same corny joke he did almost every morning. maxx always wore black. so did evan. maxx usually had some kind of random answer for him.

"i woke up to the most horrible thing this morning", evan mumbled, sliding his back down the wall and landing with a thump next to his best friend. "horrible."

[maxx andrew masters]

the scent of cigarettes took over the air around maxx and he looked up to see his best friend evan towering over him, although in reality he was much taller than him himself. he let a crooked smile pull the right side of his mouth and ran his hands through his long, messy black hair.

"eh, i don't know. just thought i would honor anyone who had today," he said with a shrug of his left shoulder, inhaling the sharp smell of cigarettes. maxx himself had only had one himself this morning and the smell wasn't exactly helping his addiction. he sighed and cursed the drug-free zone of his school.

"what happened?" he asked evan, raising an eyebrow. he internally grumbled to himself. his throat was so sore this morning, something horrible to his voice. his voice was little gravely, nothing like his sort of high, smooth voice that it was normally. "anyone get hurt?" he asked, chuckling a little even though it could be serious. then again, this was evan. nothing was serious.

[evan anthony marino]

"ah, i see. no one too special i suppose." evan glanced around, taking in his school environment aka hell. he watched the popular girls make out with their jockey boyfriends and the "tough" guys throwing around a football even though it was...god...only 6:5o in the morning? that was insane, evan could barely move this morning. they were probably whispering about how "gay" maxx and evan looked together, but he didn't care. some of them just ignored the two friends and that's how he enjoyed it. "maxx, i don't think i can survive this school much longer. kill me, please. it'll be an honor to be killed by you."

"oh, my mother was singing, you know what she sounds like", damien said, still shuddering at the thought. she sounded like a dying cat. evan felt the urge to reach into his left pocked and pull out a cigarette, before he realised that he was in school. he mumbled something along the lines of "fuck" and slipped the pack of reds back into his pocket. damn school rules.

"so today, after school, i think we should get together and jam a bit? i've written a couple of things and we can make beautiful, beautiful music together. hmm? horror movie afterwards? " this is what they did. music. horror movies. comics. day in and day out.

[maxx andrew masters]

maxx gave a weak nod, putting his sunglasses over his ghostly pale face. he hated sun, he hated tanning. too bad he was in the sunniest place on the planet. he pushed his messy hair off his face, letting out a sigh.

"no, dude. if you're not here, i'll have to kill myself too," he said. that sounded a little homosexual, but whatever. he sighed and began humming some random song, absently fiddling with his zipper.

"singing? horrible," maxx said, twisting his mouth to a scowling expression. he then nodded excitedly. "beautiful beautiful music sounds luscious. as does a horror movie. can we do hills have eyes?" most. amazing. movie. ever.

[evan anthony marino]

"i'm sure the two of us could come up with something awesome. go out with a bang. i'm thinking...fireworks..." that would be a pretty intense way to die. or be stabbed by a unicorn. either one worked. "new material? one of these days i am just going to come in to school with my amp and guitar, you'll bring your microphone and we'll blow these idiots away." literally blow them away. evan had a krank amp that rattle your insides and maxx could hit some pretty intense notes. epic plan? i think so. they were two kids that were not meant to be amongst normal people.

"ah, knowing that you and i are going to make love, music form, afters school is the only thing keeping me sane today." evan's hands practically itched for his guitar. he kept quiet all day and when he finally got to hold his les paul, the boy went insane. poor evan had been the victim a few times. evan had the tendency to thrash around. "sounds lovely, i could use some incestuous freaks to end my day. i'll even go rent the second one." which was equally horrible, but evan and maxx still had a fun time laughing at the screen.

[maxx andrew masters]

"mm, fireworks. creative. and they should say something, like "fuck you mother fuckers,"" maxx mused, pulling out his lighter and flicking it absently. "is it bad that i'm barely eighteen and i'm craving a cigarette more than life itself?" he asked, letting a sigh escape his throat.

"the best kind of sex," he said with a chuckle, letting his thoughts drift, not thinking of the random people around them or the shitty school and instead thinking of the new songs he and evan had been working on, playing the notes over in his head. "who doesn't?" maxx chuckled, flicking the lighter once more. "god i'm beat. whoever made school this early should be shot."

[evan anthony marino]

"ha. fuck you mother fuckers. yep, that pretty much sums it all up." evan watched in awe as maxx flicked his lighter over and over again. "nah, i'm only seventeen and i couldn't live without them either. you know you want one", evan teased, taking out a cigarette and waving it in front of maxx's face. "there's always outside...the thrill of probably getting caught...living on the edge." evan giggled at his own lame speech, but still.

"better than the real thing." sex and music. which one was better. evan wasn't too sure if that statement was true, but they were pretty much tied. music won. no sex. no music. no sex. "i blame chuck norris", evan mumbled, standing up. "come on, lets go outside for a bit before the bell rings. the walls are starting to close in on me. that's a bad sign, because that usually doesn't happen till around third period."

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[maxx andrew masters]

"i know, i'm so clever," maxx said, rolling his eyes. he was ready to grab the cigarette dangling in his face. "go away evan, you asshole," she said, roughly shoving his friend sideways. "i couldn't get one in this morning," he said, tucking away the lighter. "dude, i don't care if we get caught. it's legal for me anyway, let's go," he said, getting up and waiting for evan to follow him along.

"indeed," maxx replied, following evan outside, him leading the way. "you blame him for everything. take responsibilities for your own problems for once!" maxx teased, stepping into the sunny and warm atmosphere of california. he turned around the corner, heading over to the side of the school where there were only some really high up windows. "well, that's not always good," he said in regards to evan's statement about the walls. "that means we really need to get out of this place."

[evan anthony marino]

"oh yes. that is why i keep you around. i need your creative juices to fuel my music. besides that you are just a creepy kid that may or may not be a vampire." evan paused for a moment, thinking about his words. "actually i think i just described myself. i'm pretty sure we were separated at birth. it makes sense. or when the alien's dropped us off, they didn't put us in separate towns like they were supposed to." evan was almost positive he was an alien baby. he just happened to land really awesome earth parents. evan giggled a bit, when he was shoved by maxx and followed him outside, still giggling slightly to himself. cigarettes. the things they did to people.

"i know, i know", evan mumbled, feigning mock shame. "but he's just so easy to blame, you know?" he glanced up at the windows and shook his head. like a prison. "i know, i think it's a good enough sign to graduate early, but every time i mention it to my parents...i get a nice smack on the back of my head. at least you understand." evan rolled his eyes, as he listened to the sound of rap fill the parking lots. he didn't understand why people just sat in the parking lots blasting their music on full power. "do you want to dance?! this music just gets me so pumped!"

[maxx andrew masters]

*lick*

maxx put an expression of mock horror on his face. "oh, i see how it is. you only use me for my wit and charm. i thought what we had was special!!!" a pout formed on his features as he pulled out his newport lights, popping one in his mouth and feeling around for his lighter. quickly lighting the fag he took in a long drag, feeling the smoke enter his lungs, leaving a cool sensation on his throat. "ahh, yess. tobacco."

"i am a vampire!" maxx cried, running a hand through his hair. "i'll bite you for proof," he said, raising his eyebrows. there was definitely no homo included--maxx and evan were like this on a daily basis, i swear.

"yeah, yeah. excuses excuses." maxx took another drag of the cig, exhaling the smoke into the air above their heads. "leaving would definitely be an amazing thing to do. i say we go right now, but we're already here. damn." he knocked a few hairs from his face, pondering as he smoked.