One Shots Book

Afraid (MithRoss)

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Ross was afraid. Afraid of Max, specifically. The redhead's short temper was something that made everyone afraid. So you'd think that with Ross being so close to him, that'd be what scared him.
It wasn't.
No, he was more fearful of upsetting Max. Not angering him like everyone did in all their videos, just upsetting him. Having Max disapprove of him. And it was for a good reason: he'd fallen in love.
And that also made him afraid. He was afraid that in a moment of weakness, he'd tell Max. And that, that would make Max hate the boy. That one little confession would end Ross's possibility to even speak to Max again, let alone still live with him. So, he kept it quiet. He didn't say anything to anyone. He just lived his days afraid.
It was only a matter of time, however, until someone noticed. Noticed his fear. No matter how well he hid it, there'd still be flashes of fear that crossed his eyes whenever Max would speak to him. He'd get shaky if he spoke to anyone for too long. It still took over a month for someone to notice. And that someone was Tim.
Tim tried to approach Ross about it, but he was met by silence and avoiding eyes. Over and over he guessed what the problems were. And the second Max's name was uttered, Ross flinched slightly. So Tim pestered on, noticing the subtle flinch. Ross refused to speak still, trying his hardest to hide exactly how right Tim was. He couldn't know. No one could know.
And Tim didn't find out. But he did give Ross some advice when he finally gave up. He told him to talk to Max about it. Tim promised that no matter how stupid what he was afraid of was, Max would try to help. Ross had already known this though. He knew that Max was very understanding. He had known him for the longest time. But that was just the problem. In all his years of knowing Max, he'd learned that what he would tell Max was the end. Max's limit. He'd be done with the boy, leaving Ross alone. But Ross still took his advice.
Ross got Max alone at their home. It wasn't difficult. He knew exactly where Max would have been and when Tim goes out. He was prepared. He'd slipped into Max's room, almost unnoticed. He began to wish it had gone unnoticed, so he could relax his pounding heart a little. Why would he think this was a good idea? Max said hello and sat him down on his bed. Ross let out a shaky breath. Max noticed this and his previous actions were all forgotten. Max sat beside Ross and hugged the boy, causing Ross to begin crying. He was so afraid. Afraid of rejection, of disapproval. Max comforted him until his crying ran dry. Ross sighed and wiped his eyes.
Ross's first words were that he'd hate him after this. Max tried to promise him otherwise, but Ross wasn't having it. He made a point about how he knew Max and there was no way he could ever be okay with this. Max promised to at least hear him out, and to try his best not to be angry. So Ross took a breath and whispered the words that had been plaguing him: "I think I love you."
Max sat still for a few moments, his mind processing the words. Ross sat still as well, awaiting the rejection he expected. He waited for Max's disappointed look and the whole 'I don't feel the same way' speech. He never expected Max to stand up angrily and pace away from Ross. He should have expected it, that was how anyone would react. He just wished Max would have been nice about it, like he'd promised. Oh how wrong he'd been.
Ross sat still though, looking down at the floor to avoid eye contact with Max. An angry sigh escaped his mouth and Max grabbed Ross off his bed. Ross expected to be scolded now, thrown out of the room. Maybe even kicked out of the house. Max cursed the boy out quietly, seemingly trying to hide it. Ross still didn't make any movements on his own, awaiting a smack, a punch, something.
"How am I supposed to look at you the same way now?" Max growled to the younger boy before him. Ross simply sighed, seemingly going to answer until Max pulled his face away from the floor. Ross looked into Max's eyes for a second, his eyes home to so many confusing emotions that Ross didn't even try to understand them. He closed his eyes, expecting to be hurt. Instead, lips met his own in an angry kiss. Ross froze, letting Max do so. But why? He shouldn't have done this. This wasn't supposed to happen. He had no plan for this response, this happening. He didn't have the slightest idea of what to do, because this shouldn't have happened. Max split away from Ross and glared at him. "Get used to that Ross. It's not the last time I'll do that."
And once again, Ross was afraid. Afraid of Max. Every time he'd bring him into a dark place where they were alone, fear filled Ross. But it wasn't for the reason you're probably thinking of. No, Ross was afraid Max would stop kissing him.

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