Reginald chilling out at the write in, surely absorbing all the cheese in that croissant for later.
I am so happy to be done! The novel, I mean. It’s a weird rush you get when you finish a project, even if it is only the first draft which is filled with issues and will need a rewrite in the future, if only because you decided that one of the characters simply doesn’t exist any more half way through the story. But yay! DONE! And, strangely, I’m really looking forward to the rewrite for this one.
By the way, the novel ends on an incredibly cheesy note. To give the excerpt context, Harrison was trying to make a quick getaway and Max ends up falling out of his wheelchair, which he is in because he’s been shot three times and he’s recovering. And now Harrison is helping Max back into bed and apologizing like crazy.
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“It’s okay,” Max said insistently. “I just wanted to talk to you. You’ve been avoiding me.”
“You have,” Max said quickly. “What’s the deal? Do you just not want anything to do with me now that it’s all over? Did something happen?” Max looked at Harrison, who’s eyes were avoiding his. Yes, something did happen, he could tell that much. Something he was regretting and Max was sharp enough now that he could figure out what exactly it was. “It’s about the kiss, right?”
Harrison opened his mouth to explain, then closed it again, then opened it again, though no words were coming out. Max waited, not sure what was coming, only that it was going to be a bit of an apology. He felt sorry for it, though Max wasn’t entirely sure why. “I’m sorry,” Harrison started. “Look, I thought you were going to die in there and I really didn’t think I was ever going to see you again and I’ve kind of had a thing for you for a while now, but I couldn’t tell if you felt the same and I kept trying to figure it out, but you were so stuck on the single thing, but Jaime said you were and I wasn’t sure and I just… I thought you were going to die and you were telling me to go away. I didn’t know what else to do. I just – it was kind of a – a spur of the moment thing and I meant it, but I totally understand if you’re mad, okay?”
Max sat a moment, looking at Harrison who wouldn’t look at him. He was scared, his voice wavering and entirely uncertain of whether anything he’d said or done was right, but he was trying to get himself ready for whatever Max was going to say next. Max’s heart felt heavy with anticipation, but still he smiled.
“I’d like it if you asked before you did that next time,” he said after a few moments of silence. Harrison looked back up at him, disbelieving and looking like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. “And maybe take things kinda slow. I haven’t really dated before.”
Harrison smiled wider than Max thought he’d ever seen, one that reached his eyes. “How about we catch a movie once you finally get out of here?”
“Yeah,” Max said, grinning stupidly back. “It’s a date.”