DO YOU WANNA GET AWAY ?

[maxwell jude clarke]

He couldn't help the small smile that tugged up the corners of his lips as he signed off of the instant messenger and turned his computer off. No matter what kind of a mood he was in, talking to Savannah always got a positive reaction from the solemn young man. He stood up from his chair and picked up his prized Gibson, sighing when his eye caught the snapped string. He had been too wrapped up in the chord progression to notice that he'd tightened the string too fast, and before he knew it, it was broken. It wasn't like it couldn't be repaired, it was so minor that it couldn't even be called damaged; he just didn't like to see his guitar in less than perfect condition. He exited the study and went to the designated music room so he could polish his guitar like he did almost every night and place it back in its proper place. Once he was finished, Max stood back with an adoring smile and looked at all the beautiful instruments. If there was one thing in his life that he was passionate about, that he was sure of, it was music.

Satisfied, he made a mental note to get the string fixed and then walked down the hallway to his room. Once he was there, he took a shower to freshen up and then picked out a suitable outfit as his mop of curls dried. It wasn't anything that a kid his age would think of wearing to a casual party, but it suited Maxwell just fine. He put on the clothes and examined himself in the mirror, his reflection sharp and put-together. Max then turned his attentions to the rest of the room and tidied up after himself, making sure that everything was exactly the way that he liked it. As affluent and famous as the family was, the Clarkes had a personal cleaning staff to take care of trivial things like this for him. However, Max was the only one in the family who didn't lean into the comforts of the wealthy lifestyle. He'd much rather be humble and do it himself, for the most part. Maxwell stifled a yawn, his nose crinkling cutely, and then left his room once he was satisfied. He had the feeling deep in the pit of his stomach that tonight would be a night to remember.

Maybe it was because he was itching for adventure, or maybe it was because of the girl he was going to be with. Max ran a hand through his hair and checked his watch, seeing that it was about 9:30. That gave him plenty of time to get to Central Park and wait. He entered the hotel to the penthouse and pressed the button to the lobby, and in the silence he fell to brooding. His brow furrowed slightly as he did so, a small mannerism of his that some people found endearing. Savannah Munroe. She was everything that he wasn't; bubbly, enthusiastic, outgoing, and full-of-life. Still, somehow, they just got each other. It was so easy to be around her. She always made him smile, and she was such a beautiful person both inside and out. He had never met anyone like her. From the moment he saw her, she had stood out to him, and he was more than glad when she approached him one day at a party to say hello. One thing lead to another, and now they were here, practically best friends. Maxwell smiled to himself, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he strolled out of the elevator once it reached ground floor.

Max exited the building and glanced around furtively, his chocolate eyes alert in the darkness of the evening. It seemed relatively peaceful, but he was wary of paparazzi at all times. He didn't understand their fascination with him, because he was a pretty boring individual, but they took a million blinding pictures at one time and then put them up on teen gossip sites, where girls could squeal over him. It baffled him. There didn't seem to be any on this particular evening, so Maxwell allowed himself to exhale and got into the waiting towncar. He didn't to take such an ostentatious car to Central Park at this time of night, but his parents insisted on having drivers, and it was a bit of a walk. He settled into the leather seat and called Savannah, listening to the sound of her voice as he hit her answering machine. Maxwell cleared his throat and said quietly, "Hey sugar, it's me. I'm on my way to the park. I'm calling like I promised, don't be late."

He couldn't help but call her endearing names, she had grown on him fast. Sooner than he thought, the car had reached Central Park; he spoke briefly with the driver and told him that he would call for the ride home.. if he came home, that was. Maxwell didn't do many crazy things and usually didn't stay out, so this was going to be a night of fun for him. The young man casually strolled over to an empty park bench and sat, pulling out his cigarettes and lighter. He deftly lit a cigarette and put everything else away, taking a drag and watching the smoke curl around him in delicate, gray wisps. The evening was as peaceful as the came in New York, the lights ablaze and the city murmuring with its usual night-time noises. As his chocolate eyes caught the faint outline of the stars, Max couldn't help but think that there was nowhere else he'd rather be. He lifted the cigarette to his lips and waited alone for the girl with the golden smile. Then the fun could start.


TAG: savannah munroe.
WORD COUNT: 965.
LYRICS: got me going crazy - jobros.
NOTES: yay! <3 pic credit to maybe moscow @ caution!
CLOTHES: i tried. it's what he's wearing in the banner.

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[savannah calico munroe]

Ah, what a lovely grin that had suddenly been planted at Savannah's lips as soon as she closed her laptop shut and sat there for a slight moment, staring outside of the window that was just in front of her. It was unbelievable how at ease she felt whenever she spoke to Maxwell or whenever she was around him or whenever she was simply hearing his voice through a phone. It didn't seem to matter how worried she had been about something just moments before. He had such a laid-back personality that she couldn't help but fall right into it and forget about her problems. Bringing herself up from her white, comfortable chair she immediately made her way over to her bedroom and prepared herself for a shower. There was no denying the fact that she was more than excited to be able to go out with him that night. She was totally in the mood to go out to a good party with more than excellent company. You just never knew what would happen with the two of them combined at so location and loads of booze. Just the thought of it made that adorable smile of hers grow even brighter.

Savannah was always looking for reasons to be able to get out of her house. Every moment that passed by that she didn't have the place to herself, she always wanted out. Her mother and father were constantly yelling at each other and if they weren't yelling at each other, then her father just took the liberty to find reasons to yell at Savannah. Her home was an absolute circus and it was completely ridiculous. As immature and loud as Sav usually was with her friends and everyone else, at home she was the most mature person under the roof. She had always tried her best to just shrug it all off and not let it get to her. She would bury herself in her school work and her photography. Savannah would just walk on out of the house whenever she wanted to hang out with friends. But, even though she got the chance to do pretty much whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted she hated it sometimes. While normal teenagers were throwing tantrums about not being able to go to a party, Savannah couldn't help but stop and wish that maybe one night her parents would actually care enough to be overprotective and not let her go.

The last thing she wanted was for anyone to pity her though and she certainly wasn't going to let that happen. Which was exactly why she kept her sob story of being adoptive and her new parents hating her guts to herself. Why did she need to spill her problems on people that surely already had enough of their own? Not to mention the fact that she didn't want to seem weak or vulnerable. She may not have realized it straight up, but in the back of her mind she didn't want people to think that she was helpless. Because the truth of the matter was, she was one hell of a tough cookie. She knew how to handle people's shit and she knew how to stick up for herself. At least one good thing came from being treated like crap her entire life at home. It didn't take long for Savannah to finish up her shower and to quickly blow-dry her long, brown hair straight. She took her time, making sure that she would look her best and look fresh for that night. Okay, yeah. Maybe she was trying to impress Max a bit. But, it wasn't like she was overdoing anything and looking like a tramp or anything.

From fixing her hair, to putting on the first cute outfit that she could throw together, to brushing her teeth, to applying just a little bit of make-up. Savannah was zooming around from one area of her semi-large room to the other like she had an incredibly short amount of time to get ready, when in reality she had just plenty. Maybe she thought that by moving faster time would speed up and she would be able to see him and hang out with him sooner. Who knew? Other than Max, the only other thing on her mind was how much she hoped her parents weren't home so that she would be able to sneak on out through the front door easily. This was another problem. Even though they didn't really care much about her, they always gave her a hard time about where she was going purely to be a pain in the neck. Twenty minutes later, it was one last check in her full length mirror an extra quick little fix of her hair and with a satisfied smile, she was slowly creeping on down the stairs in hopes of not being heard.

One step after the other, Savannah quietly made her way down to a floor that had several of the lights on. It wasn't long before the sound of the television was flowing through her ears from the air. Grabbing her keys and cell phone from the kitchen counter, she quickly and smoothly waltzed her way on out the door without being seen. Mission accomplished. As soon as she stepped out the door, she made her way outside and stood at the side of the street, her hand flying up and just a few seconds later, a taxi was stopping in front of her. Pulling herself into the backseat, she gave the man a polite smile. "Central park, please." She stated and immediately, he was on his way. Looking at her phone in thin hands, it was then that she noticed she had missed a call. Pulling the phone up to her ear after punching in that four number password, another bright smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she heard the voice from the other line. She was so beyond excited for that night, it was almost unbearable. Clicking the end button, she tucked her phone into her pocket and her baby blue eyes stared at the window as they grew closer to her destination.

Just minutes later, Savannah was handing over the correct amount of money with a small tip and a thank you and walking down the familiar path of the park that she had walked down so many times before. Her soft breathing seemed to be everything that she could hear and the serenity that it brought her was heartwarming. Just several minutes into her walk and she could already see a figure sitting on a bench just a few feet away, smoke rising from certain areas of the shadow. It had to be him. "You know, I have to say. It really does help with your 'bad-ass' image." Her voice suddenly spoke up as she grew closer to that familiar face that she was so pumped to see. A warm smile came right back to her lips.

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STATUS: finished!
WORD COUNT: 1,163 without the coding.
OUTFIT: can be found here
NOTES: eee! i love them! + picture credit goes to britbrit!

[maxwell jude clarke]

Except for the occasional loud car horn in the distance or the sound of tires on the asphalt, it was peaceful. Max leaned back deeply into the wood of the bench, the corners of his lips turning up ever so slightly. Call him old-fashioned, but he really did enjoy the simple pleasures in life. Central Park was one of the few places inside the city where there was a bit of grass, and he appreciated the break in the concrete. He tried to come down to the park whenever he had the chance, but going out in the daylight was never a good idea. Maxwell always seemed to cause some kind of commotion, even though that was the last thing that he wanted. In the dark blanket of the night, he was invisible. He was just like anyone else. Smoke curled out from the crevices of his lips and was tugged away by the cool night breeze, a dim orange light coming from the end of the cigarette. Sometimes, he needed breaks like this in his life. When other students saw him at school, they immediately assumed things about him that were completely untrue. They thought his life was glamorous, but it was far from it.

He was busy all the time. Having been born into such a lifestyle, of course he had adjusted, but it was as though he never had a spare moment to breathe. Max's father, Paul Clarke, was the owner of a very prominent record label in New York City named after him. Clarke Records was a big deal, as it had produced hits for big names like Coldplay and Beyonce. His mother Denise had been a TV personality in her day, hosting her own talk show and a cooking program on the FoodNetwork. It was only natural that people wanted to follow them around, and they were even more interested in their children. The Clarke boys happened to be good-looking, so the teen magazines leeched onto that and sent their paparazzi after Freddie and Max. While his older brother basked in the sunlight, Max did his best to stay out of it. Why should he be on the cover of bubblegum pop magazines? He hadn't done anything worthy of the name that he'd been given. Sometimes he wished that he wasn't born into such a well-known family, so that he could actually work to get somewhere. Even though music was his passion and he wanted to record, he felt like people would judge him and think it was easier for him since his dad owned an entire company.

All day, every day, he was either hiding from paparazzi or fending off the adoring girls at school. At times, he became irritable and snappish in the hopes that he would be left alone, but there was nothing he could do to deter his 'fans'. He hated to think what it would be like after he recorded and released a few demos that he'd been working on. Max just wanted to be treated like a normal teenager, instead of always trying to dodge out of the spotlight. He had too many things to do like sports and music and homework, to be bogged down by a fancy life. Of course, he was grateful for what he had, but he didn't revel in it. He dressed modestly, and he never came to school in a superbly ostentatious car. Maxwell loved the days where he could have some peace, and this was one of them. He tapped the ashes from the cigarette and lifted it back to his mouth, full of thought. He was a pensive sort of a young man; his brow was beginning to furrow a little with the intensity of his thought.

Inevitably, his thoughts went back to the girl he was waiting on. Savannah Munroe was hardly just any girl, thought. Whenever he thought of her, he felt a slight burning in his veins that he couldn't get rid of. Maybe it was just teenage lust, or maybe it was the fact that every little thing she did drove him crazy. She was so easy to be around, with her big bright smile and her wide blue eyes. They were affectionate with each other for the most part, and although he pretended like he was against PDA, he was definitely the one to hug her and tug her along by the hand. The way he acted toward her, people thought that they were going out. Maxwell wouldn't mind that at all, he just wasn't the type to rush things. He believed that good things took time, and he wasn't opposed to waiting. He did get a little lonely at times, but it wasn't like he couldn't handle it. Together, they were quite the handsome pair, though; his mother liked to hint at it whenever Savannah happened to be at his house.

Maxwell chuckled to himself and took another drag, the smoke coming out through his nose this time. At first it had taken him a while to get used to the sensation, but now it was second nature to him. He really knew that he shouldn't smoke since it could only complicate things with his diabetes, but once he started he just couldn't stop. Something about the smell and the motion comforted him, so he just did it. Apparently it made him all the more sexier, because the fangirls went on and on about it. Max turned his head slightly when he heard approaching footsteps, his eyebrows quirked and his brown eyes searching the pathway ahead. He recognized the slim figure when it was closer, and he stood up from the bench with a close-lipped smile on his handsome face. It took a lot for him to smile with his teeth, mainly because he wasn't big on the gesture in the first place. "You made it, slowpoke," he teased, his eyes scanning her familiar face. "You look great, as usual." He stepped forward to give her a warm hug, liking the feeling of her body against his and hoping she didn't mind his smell. It was a mixture of cologne and cigarette smoke, which some people found incredibly appealing.

Without further ado he put his cigarette in his mouth, took her hand in his and started tugging her back toward the main intersection so they could make their way to the supposed party. "C'mon, we've got a party to catch." His words were slightly mumbled, as they were spoken around his cigarette, but it was clear enough for her to understand. Maxwell slowed his pace just a little so she could catch up to his side, visibly happier now that she was there with him.


TAG: savannah munroe.
WORD COUNT: 1116.
LYRICS: got me going crazy - jobros.
NOTES: loveee <3 pic credit to maybe moscow @ caution!
CLOTHES: i tried. it's what he's wearing in the banner.

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[savannah calico munroe]

As Savannah walked down that path, her comfortable boots hitting gingerly against the hard ground beneath her, her fingers played around with the hem of her white shirt. Why was she feeling so jittery? She already had enough energy in her usually, the last thing she needed was an extra burst of it to go and do something to make herself look like a total moron. But, that was Savannah for you. She was that loud, outgoing girl that was constantly talking to everyone. There was no denying the fact that sometimes it got on people's nerves. All she did was talk. It was this constant babble slipping on through her lips. While sometimes she wished that she could contain herself more often, whenever she thought about the way that she had met Maxwell, she was immediately glad for that aspect of her personality. Who knew if they would have met if it hadn't been for her grabbing up some courage to casually go over and introduce herself to him? And who knew that she would be standing there today on her way to meet up with a guy who's personality seemed to differ more than compare to hers?

There was no denying it. You would have to be incredibly dumb if you couldn't just look at the way Savannah's face lit up whenever she saw him or whenever his name came up in conversation and know that she didn't have some feelings for him that were above friendship. She wouldn't deny him in a heartbeat, that was for sure. But, at the same time Savannah was perfectly capable of making the best out of this lovely friendship and grow as close to him as she could possibly get. She didn't need to go around jumping into relationships in order to be happy. No. She had learned a lot better than to go rushing into things and if there was one person out there that she didn't want to ruin anything with, it was with Maxwell. It's not like she actually had that much confidence bottled up in her body that she actually believed she had any sort of chance with a shot at a relationship with the ever so popular boy that she was beginning to approach. Savannah was more than aware that he had his fangirls around school and around the city. He could get any girl that his little heart desired and she couldn't seem to believe that that girl could ever be her.

Forget the fact that her flirty personality seemed to blossom even more whenever she was around him or that he would bring his hand to hers and gently lead her to follow him or that their hugs always seemed to last just a few seconds longer than they should. Every time that any of that happened, Savannah allowed herself to be just a little less doubtful, but then she would think it all through and would end up right back where she started. She was thankful though, that was for sure. Because the second that she had approached him, Maxwell would have had every right to think that she was just another fangirl trying to get close to him for her own personal benefit. Publicity on her behalf? Who knew, maybe she was trying to get somewhere with her own music or whatever passion. Being able to brag about it certainly would have been something to talk about. The money? None of that had even come to mind if Savannah was going to be honest about the first time that those beautiful eyes of hers had scanned across him. She wasn't thinking about herself except for that fact that he was hella cute, she wanted someone to talk to and that mysterious attitude that he had going on certainly was addicting.

Even to that very moment as Savannah saw him raise his body off of the bench and slowly approach her, the way he held himself was a way that she could never get used to. In a good way, of course. He was different. He wasn't running around being a total lunatic just because he and his family were known. He shrugged it off like it was nothing. He was clever as hell and his attitude toward different situations always seemed to blow her mind. Maybe because Savannah never really knew what was coming whenever she was around him. Their personalities were so different and yet perfect together, that you never really know what was coming at you. Whatever the elixir was though, it was a good one. As soon as she saw that rare smile tugging at the corners of his lips, her own made an entrance as well. It wasn't that surprising to see Savannah with that grin plastered on her face, though. The girl was always grinning about something. She wished she could say the same about Maxwell, though. She didn't get to see that beautiful smile that he showed off his pearly whites with often and it truly was a shame. "Slowpoke? Well, excuseee meee." Savannah's voice was playful, as it always was. "Why, thank you, handsome." As his stronger arms wrapped around her, she brought her own around his neck, taking in his unique scent that she didn't think anyone else would be able to pull off just as nicely.

In all honesty, Savannah could have stood there all night in his arms without a peep of complaining. As soon as he pulled away though, she didn't resist and gently slid from his grasp, the lost touch being replaced by his hand slipping into hers. It was unbelievable the things that this guy did to her without even realizing it. "This better be one hell of a damn good party, too." She responded to his comment as her legs went forward in just the perfect length of a stride to be able to keep up with him. "... Then again.. We always seem to make them good, don't we?" Turning her head to look over at him, she grinned with satisfaction. Hell, it was certainly a true statement. Even if it was a party with five other people, somehow Savannah always seemed to be laughing her ass off the entire night and be able to add it to her list of yet another night to remember.

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STATUS: finished!
WORD COUNT: 1,059 without the coding.
OUTFIT: can be found here
NOTES: eee! i love them! + picture credit goes to britbrit!

[maxwell jude clarke]

It was funny, how they had met in the first place. Just thinking about it made Maxwell smile. He'd been at a party that he'd decided to crash by himself, and he was smoking in the corner after he'd made his rounds. There weren't any people that he really knew, but girls had begun to trail him around the room when he was making small talk and getting a few drinks. Apparently a rumor had circulated that he'd come to the party and he'd started to get funny looks from girls, which only meant trouble. It annoyed him, but he'd have to leave soon if he wanted to have his clothing all in one piece.. fangirls tended to want a piece of him, quite literally. Max was debating whether or not he should go up for another glass of alcohol when suddenly, a girl dared to approach him and engage him in conversation. At the time, he'd been checking his blackberry and didn't even bother looking up at the person who was casting a shadow over him in his small space. Max had been rather irrtated that someone had the gall to come up to him, but before he could say anything the girl had already gone off introducing herself.

He couldn't decide if it was the quality of her voice or the things that she was saying, but something had made him look up and notice, and he was still glad that he'd done so. Savannah was stunning that night, as she was every day, with her long chestnut hair cascading around her and her blue eyes wide. Her rosy lips had been curled up into a smile too, as if encouraging him to loosen up a bit. He didn't know what it was about her, but he instantly knew that she wasn't there to get something from him. She was genuinely interested, and for that he would give her a chance. Max flashed her one of his crookedly charming smiles and then invited her to sit down with him, and the rest of the night they'd spent talking and laughing. Even after they went their separate ways, his inbox had quickly filled to the brim with text messages from her. They just couldn't stop talking, and he loved the feeling. It was as if he was able to push everything and everyone else out of his life whenever he thought of her. Maxwell was sure that she didn't share the intensity of this feeling, so he decided to keep things mainly platonic between them. They could just be best friends, right?

Just friends. Ha. The idea was noble, but laughable. The chemistry between them was steadily increasing, and it was becoming hard to ignore. Every little thing they did together soon became one of Max's favorite memories. He had dozens of pictures of them together, and after all the time they'd known each other it was clear to him that he could trust her with his life. He didn't have to put up a front when he was with her. He could just be himself, whether that meant that he was acting like a 45 year old man (which was most of the time), or whether he wanted to goof off and play guitar hero all day. There was no facade that he had to maintain for Savannah, because she'd seen him in every possible light. Max did feel a tug of worry in his chest because he was still secretly seeing Carter, but there was no way he could deny what he was feeling. He couldn't turn off the adrenaline rush whenever he was looking into Savannah's eyes. He knew he was caught in a bad place, but he tried to push all of that out of his mind. Tonight was about letting loose and having fun, and that was exactly what he wanted to do.

The brothers always said they would date a 'fan' in interviews, the word fan meaning anyone who wasn't famous like they were. In Maxwell's case, that wasn't quite true, because most of the girls who adored him were a little psycho or obsessed, or underage. The only girl that he would ever date that was a normal fan would have to be Savannah, but he wasn't sure that she knew. And he wasn't sure that she knew about Carter either.. and they were good friends. Max had all these things running through the back of his mind, but they all melted away when Savannah was in his arms. He wouldn't have minded keeping her there the extra minute or two, but he didn't want to make things awkward between them. Besides, they'd never really been that physical with each other except for the lighthearted holding hands, hugging, piggyback rides, and sitting together. There was no need to push his luck. When they pulled away from the hug, Max took a long moment to stare into her baby blue eyes, his chocolate eyes intense. It was hard for him to look away. She had called him handsome, but he thought that he was no match for the way she shone on that night.

Her hands fit perfectly into his, and he thought that made perfect sense. No matter how complicated things seemed between them, or how many doubts he had, it all became simplified in moments like these. A content smile settled onto his face as he walked alongside her, their bodies moving in sync as they crossed an intersection toward the condo where the party was being held. Max glanced over at her and chuckled, nodding his head at her comment. "A party isn't a party until we're there," he stated, supremely assured of this fact. Savannah and he were well-known at events like this, because together they always managed to be the life of the party. They were an amazing duo; she kept everyone close with her bubbly personality, and he made them all laugh with his cool attitude and witty banter. "We're the dream team." The walk over was pretty uneventful, but he fell a little silent so that he could enjoy the peace with her. There was nothing else that a simple boy like Max could want.

The party was already kicking up by the time they eventually got there, but it could only get better with their presence. "After you," Maxwell winked as he held the door, the infectious dance music already spilling into the corridor of the building. A familiar scene reached his eyes when they entered; booze everywhere, the smell of cigarette smoke, and people on top of each other. Max nodded to a few people as he lead Savannah over to the refreshments table where an assortment of liquor was all lined up, ready for anyone's use. He poured each of them a glass of hard vodka, Absolut being his favorite, and then raised his cup in a mock-toast. "To the dream team," he said, an arrogant smirk on his handsome face. Max then took a sip and waited for Savannah to follow suit; let the games begin.


TAG: savannah munroe.
WORD COUNT: 1179 sans coding.
LYRICS: got me going crazy - jobros.
NOTES: sorry for the bad post. i can't wait for it to keep going though! and sorry if i godmoded a little D: pic credit to maybe moscow @ caution!
CLOTHES: i tried. it's what he's wearing in the banner.

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