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Is Don't Talk About Fight Club

WHO: Fight Club! And anyone who wants to show up just to watch.
TONE: Roughhousing and Shenanigans
RATING: PG-13 to be safe
WHEN: Saturday Night, October 6
WHERE: Empty Dueling classroom
WHAT: The first meeting of the fight club! There will be teenagers hitting each other with fists, shirtless boys, witty pre-fight banter, and popcorn.
STATUS: [ONGOING] (Tags can be formatted however you like)

Although there were a few bumps and agitated on the way there, Maxim was feeling pretty stoked about the first gathering of the fight club. He almost wished he'd gotten around to setting it up sooner, if only because he'd been feeling pretty antsy lately as it was without Mamma's famous nightly bar fights to indulge in. Not to mention all the weird little verbal fights he'd been getting himself into. Clearly, he really just needed to work all that stuff out! And now he can.

And really, he couldn't have picked a better place to do it, either. The Dueling classroom was already perfectly set up and equipped in case of accidents, all he really needed to do was throw up a few signs, and he was set. One listed a few rules and guidelines (mostly thought up on the fly to appease Greg's worries), and there was a big sign with huge, glittery purple letters that said "These people are not for fighting!" over an area with benches and bowls of popcorn for audience members.

And then there was Maxim, plopped down on the floor, wrapping bandages around his hands as he waited for people to show up. He wasn't shirtless just yet, but he was wearing a plain white tank top and short red gym shorts, his usual cowboy boots traded in for plain, battered sneakers. With hair tied back into a loose ponytail, he was all ready and raring to go!

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Maxim's head jerked up as Bruce spoke, his eyes wide and uncertain. To be perfectly honest, he'd been avoiding Bruce just as much, wanting to apologize and make it up to him, but not sure how. He wasn't a girl, after all, flowers and candy just wouldn't cut it.

But in the end, there Bruce was, coming to him.

"Hey."

Bruce smiled hesitantly and gestured at the club decorations. "Uh, nice job with the place. I'm sure you guys will... yeah," he trailed off, not knowing what precisely to say. Remembering what he'd brought, he perked and rummaged through his bag and pulling out a relatively undamaged box.

"I didn't see you at Hogsmeade and wanted to give you these... thought you might like them," he laughed half-heartedly, handing the box of fresh assorted sweet pastries over.

"Ve vill haff fun?" he offers, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind his ear. "Und thenk hyu."

There was a bit of awkward silence while Bruce rummaged, Maxim watching him with his brow furrowed in confusion. Why did Bruce bring him something? The Ravenclaw didn't do anything wrong, this should definitely be the other way around. This was not how these things were supposed to go.

But of course, it's rude to refuse them, and really, the fact that Bruce had thought about him and brought him something, even though they'd fought, makes his stomach do fluttery little flips. So he rises to his feet, slowly approaching the other boy to take the box, his head ducked slightly.

"Thenk hyu."

Bruce smiled and shoved his hands in his pockets, knowing he'd be wringing them if he didn't. "You're welcome. I didn't know exactly what kind you liked so uh... I just got a bit of everything. I'd save eating them for after the club though - don't want to accidentally puke them up if someone manages a hit to your stomach, you know?" he laughed dryly.

He lifts the lid of the box, smiling a bit as he looks over the pastries. "Dere iz verra leedle Hy von't eat. But dese look good."

He flicks his eyes up, then quickly looks back down again, chewing on his lower lip. There are a lot of... things... in his head - jumbled up words and feelings, but none of them seem to want to come out. He tries to speak a couple times, opening his mouth and taking a deep breath before closing it again. Finally, he lets out a sigh and reaches out, cupping a hand around the back of Bruce's neck and leaning in to press a chaste kiss to his lips, eyes screwed shut.

He's not sure if it's the right thing to do, but it's better than standing there in awkward silence, and he hopes it says everything he can't find the words to say.

Bruce's breathing picked up when Maxim moved closer, eyes tinting just a tad greener when their lips touched. Bruce was a mean multi-tasker when he wanted to, and his brain could process several different thoughts in a split second but in that instant...

He knew he shouldn't, but he found himself giving in, just a little, and gently returning the kiss, putting a hand to Maxim's jaw.

It would have been nice, to let himself go and melt against Bruce, deepening the kiss and turning it into a full frontal snogging session. But he'd already kissed Bruce, and that really was one second too long. He didn't break away, however, letting the kiss linger on as long as he could, then sighed, resting his forehead against the other boy's.

"Hy'm sorry Hy upset hyu," he murmurs, keeping his eyes on the ground as he gives Bruce a little nuzzle.

He took a breath and pet Maxim's cheek gently before lowering his hand, smiling gently. "It's fine... I need to learn how to roll with the punches, you know?"

"No, iz..." Taking a deep breath, he looks up, glancing around to find a place to put his pastries before just shrugging his shoulders and setting them on the floor. Then he wraps his arms around the other boy's waist, pulling himself in close, looking right into his eyes. He knew trying to explain himself would probably only end in disaster again, but gosh, he felt the need to try. For Bruce. "Hyu had a verra goot point, 'bout tings not beink zo goot for hyu kind here. But Hy chust... vhat Hy vos tryink to say is dot... Hyu shouldn't blame hyuself for vhat izn't hyu fault. Und Hy chust..."

He looks down again, the tips of his ears turning red. "Hy chust vant hyu to like hyuself az much az Hy like hyu. Und Hy like hyu verra, verra much."

Bruce blinked when he was suddenly hugged close, cheeks turning pink when he found himself staring right into Maxim's eyes. When Maxim was done with his explanation, he smiled and ducked his head. "Thanks. I uh... I like you a lot too. You're a good friend to have, Maxim."

"Yah, friend," he says with a little chuckle, the corners of his eyes crinkling up. Friend was not quite the word he wanted, but it was better than nothing at all. "Hy try."

Bruce returned the smile and rubbed the back of his neck. "I should uh... get going and let you finish getting ready yeah?"

"Yah, sure, if hyu vants." He lets go of Bruce, stepping back and rubbing the back of his neck, unconsciously mirroring the other boy's pose. "Hyu could schtay und vatch too, alzo. If hyu vanted."

He blinked up at Maxim curiously. "You sure I won't be in the way? I'm not much of a fighter..."

He perks up a little, flashing a grin as he gestures to the audience area. "Ho, sure! Iz vhy Hy got dot whole place set up. Couple pipple vanted to vatch but not fight. Iz perfectly h'okay vit me!"

Also, if Bruce stayed and watched, it would mean that Maxim would get to show off.

"Oh, okay," he answered, grinning cheekily. "Maybe I'll learn something if I stick around."

"Ken't promise nottink 'bout learnink, but," he leers, leaning in to waggle his eyebrows at Bruce. "Hyu may zee zumting hyu like."

Bruce snorted, ducking his head and covering his pink cheeks. "You never know I guess," he answered, smiling still.

"Mmmn, but Hy em already zeeink zumting Hy like," he coos, brushing his fingertips over Bruce's cheeks.

The flush deepened and Bruce ducked his head again, laughing quietly and stepping back. "Okay uh... I'll just... be sitting over there then," he murmured bashfully, peeking up at Maxim over his glasses, still smiling.

He nods quietly, giving Bruce a wink as his hand drops back down to his side. That little smile was making his stomach do flip-flops, his heartbeat picking up just the slightest. The red from his ears spread to his cheeks, giving them a faint pink tint, and he looked down himself.

"Yah... go get comfortable, und schtuff."

"Try not to hurt anyone," he chuckled, shoving his hands in his pockets and moving towards the 'bleachers' to settle in and watch.

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