Max was going to change into his clothes that he wore earlier. Of course I didn't allow it considering they were dirty now. Why would I want him to change into something so full of dirt? So instead I got him a clean change of clothes to change into. I gave him some sweats and fresh new socks and begged him to take a shower first. But to not let it touch his face considering we did a whole skin care routine.

He left for the shower and I waited for him as I finished up some last minute homework. Eventually he walked out of the bathroom wearing my sweats which were just a little tight on him but otherwise comfortable thankfully. I looked over and smiled softly as Max asked " what are doing? Like a sleep over or something?" He asked chuckling as I shrugged " sure why not. If you're down then so am I" I replied. He ended up smiling and nodding " sure" He said as he stretched and sighed " I should've brought my book bag though. It would've been nice to get up and out to classes" He sighed as I snickered " I wake up early. I'll wake you up and then we can have breakfast" I smiled as he sighed softly. "But Braaaaaad, I need my beauty sleep. A face this handsome doesn't just come from nothing" He teased as he batted his eyelashes. I rolled my eyes and laughed at his stupid joke " handsome is an overstatement" I replied to which he gasped at my rudeness " okay then your majesty" He said. But he had the cruel idea of gagging again as I shot up and gagged as well as I ran to the garbage. " dude I don't understand why you do that?" Max asked as I grew annoyed " because ever since Tank threw up on me I couldn't handle b-barf-" I said and gagged again.  Max grabbed a water bottle for me and offered it to me. I snatched it and caught my breath as he chuckled. " The Bradley Uppercrust the third can't handle a little barf? That's crazy" He snickered as I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my water.

I made him a futon that was in my room and gave him a few pillows and a blanket as he slumped down laying in it. It was pretty late after all and I had finished up everything I needed. Except for some late night reading. I turned on a small light and looked through my library debating on what to read. Eventually I found a book that peaked my interest which was 'The Monk by M.G Lewis'. I pulled it out and walked to my bed as I laid in it and begun to read. Max rolled over and stared at me in silence. I could feel his eyes on me without even looking up. So I asked him " Is there something wrong?" To which he asked " no, but do you have a pen and paper?" Which I nodded. " My drawer on my desk. Third drawer is papers. First it pens, pencils etc." I replied as he nodded and grabbed his items and my clipboard. He froze for a second staring at the drawer for a few seconds. This caught my attention so I asked "  Is there something wrong?" And he quickly dismissed it by shaking his head " no no nothings wrong" he said and closed it as he laid back on the futon. I shrugged it off and continued to read. Each page captivating me. This was a sleepover but it was like we were just comfortable in each others presence. The silence wasn't awkward. But Max started to talk " what are you reading?" He asked, his eyes never leaving the paper. He was drawing. "I'm reading The monk. It's a gothic romance" I replied as he chuckled " you turning gothic?" He asked as I snickered " maybe a little. I think I'd look good in all black" I chuckled as he hummed and nodded " yeah I can see it" He agreed chuckling.  This of course made me smile as I asked " what are you drawing?" And he replied "gothic Bradley Uppercrust obviously". This made me chuckle as I asked " show me when it's done yeah?" To which he snickered and nodded " of course of course" he smiled.

Eventually though as I was reading and he was drawing. He asked me " you know .... I was wondering but you looked so stressed earlier. Is something wrong?" He asked. I paused to think of what he was talking about. Then it came to mind as I replied " oh yeah, I'm fine. It's just that ever since the book analysis project the professor got all concerned for my well being and so he contacted my father. Now I have scheduled therapy sessions once a week  which annoy me" I replied. But what Max said next shocked me " is that related to the note? With the strikes?" He asked. I froze and looked at him " was that note in my drawer?" I asked as he nodded. I couldn't blame him, after all I gave him permission to look in there and so it was my fault. I sighed and nodded " yeah it's related to that." I said in a bugged tone. " What even are strikes? Like 1,2,3 your'e out?" he asked as I chuckled. " No it's an organized way of giving me chances. When the third one is up the severity of the punishment will be upheld" I explained " Jesus Bradley...  What kind of punishments are you talking about?" he asked as I listed some " Like keeping me locked up on the roof of the business building with no jacket, altitudes up there are extremely cold considering the building has 100 floors" I explained. " He left me up there for like hours and the winds were so strong I had to hold onto something so I wouldn't fly right off. It was all part of his stupid psychological torture fix. He likes to break my mind for some odd reason" I shrugged. The room fell silent so I looked at Max confused to see him look shocked and utterly horrified. " what did you even do to deserve that?" He asked. I thought about it and remembered " first strike was because I lost a spelling bee competition, second was because I had gotten a C on my math test and third was because I accidentally spilled water on one of our most expensive carpets." I listed as Max looked disgusted " is he serious? Those things don't equate to a punishment like that! How old were you?"  He asked me. " I was ten when I received that punishment..." I said softly as Max looked baffled " no that's actually insane. Your father is disgusting" he insulted but I agreed with him. I nodded and sighed " I know..." I said softly. 

Max was still in so much shock from what I had said so I attempted to divert the conversation off of me. " what punishments did you get?" I asked "nothing harsh... the occasional go to your room.... Having my cell phone taken away and father/ son bonding trips like camping out in the woods. But I wouldn't consider those punishments." He said. I nodded and sighed " one day, I'm going to be a father. I am going to make sure I raise the perfect son or daughter without them having to go through life long trauma's and stress." I said softly which made Max confused " aren't you a little too young to think about having kids?" He asked. "It's not up to me to have children. It's my father's decision and he's made it clear that I need to have children. He's even stated that he will arrange marriages for me if it means I could have an heir to the family business" this of course flabbergasted Max. He sighed and rubbed his temples " okay man what the fuck. That's so wrong...." He said. I shrugged and continued to read my book. " Bradley this isn't right.... You're an amazing person. You shouldn't be your dad's toy like that" He said as I looked to the side "I appreciate your concern Max but my life was written out for me since the day I was born. There's no changing anything at this point" I said softly as he sneered " Not if I have anything to do about it" He scoffed " Stupid fucking bitch ass father...." He mumbled.  I thought it was kind of cute. He was getting all defensive. Over little ol' me~

He eventually fell asleep though and I noticed the drawing in front of him. I got up to look at it and saw he actually drew me all gothic. It was really cool, it was like looking at me in another universe. He is so talented, it's unbelievable.... But I smiled and kept the picture for myself. I laid back in bed and looked up to see Max's sleeping face. I smiled softly growing tired as well, I begun to doze off thinking of only one thing.

How utterly adorable Max is.