Shining Maximilian

When he stepped through those doors, I knew what I was here for. I know why I was put on this earth. His red-gold-brown hair glowed and he seemed blanketed in light as he walked in the front doors of the school. His step held swagger and his head was raised high with princely hauteur.

"Who…?" was all I could get out of my mouth.

His eyes passed me by, and he smiled. He smiled! At me? I can only hope. I must have looked like I was struck by lightning…

"I see you've met the new boy," said my friend, confidante, and dance-partner, Stacey Malone.

"Stacey," I said. "Who is he? What is he? What's going on?"

"That's beautiful boy number one, matchless wonder, peerless face, who they call Shining Maximilian. But watch yourself! He got kicked out of his last school – they say – because he was too beautiful. He broke every heart into a million pieces, caused fights, created chaos and mayhem in his wake. He was a danger, a law all to himself, a devil in disguise, that's what they say."

"My god!" cried I, "but what I wouldn't do to just talk to him."

Shining Maximilian kept his court every day in the lunchroom, where admirers fawned around him hoping for some look or gesture. He sat imperiously on the lunch table, with nothing to do but put up with them. How bored he looked! How put out! But surely he must have relished it, a part of him, to have so many admirers?

I certainly had none.

Already the school had organized itself around him. Josh and Janine, once king and queen of this little school, quarterback and head cheerleader, once inseparable boyfriend and girlfriend… there they were, on either side of him, clawing for attention with the rest.

"Do you like these shoes?" Janine asked him, holding forward her glass stilettos.

"No," he said, bored. "Which dumpster did you pull them out of?"

"Did you see the game last night?" Josh asked, replacing Janine as she slumped back, crestfallen.

"Yes," he said, "you're going to lose the whole season if you keep playing like that."

And so on. They couldn't get enough of it! I would never stoop so low. Not ever.

In his classes he was the same way. Teachers were afraid to cross him. Students huddled around him.

"But I don't know what to do!" I said to Stacey. "How do you reach someone like that? It's impossible!"

One day I couldn't take it any longer. I approached him in the hallway, squared my shoulders, pulled back my head, and said, "Go out with me!"

"And if I don't?" he said.

"Just let me take you out to dinner!" I said. "Take you down the lakeshore!" I said. "Show you a real good time!" I said.


"What?" I couldn't believe my ears. Not even a little bit.

"Pick me up at seven, tonite." He walked on by, his posse murmuring and bickering, Josh and Janine and how many others shooting me deathly looks.

His house was shockingly inconspicuous. It looked a lot like mine. I gulped, shifted my freshly ironed clothes, rustled my bouquet of flowers, and stepped up to the door. Knock. Knock. Knock.

The door swung open, and there stood Shining Maximilian. "Let's roll."

My car had the top off, and he jumped right into the passenger seat. I sat down beside him and started 'er up. Off we sped into the sunny summer evening.

Dinner: Rico's. The fanciest place in town. It's what I imagined a city restaurant to look like. I ordered a burger and he ordered – a lobster! What!

"Of course you're picking up the bill, aren't you?" he asked.

"Sure," I said, sweat rolling down my brow.

We pulled up by the lake – makeout central, you hear? But it's also a pretty place to sit and talk.

"Nice lake, amirite?" I said.

"Yes," he said. "It is."

I'm giddy. That's like a personal compliment, coming from him.

"So it's uh… it's a little chilly out here, isn't it?" I said, sneaking my arm across his shoulders.

"Oh, it is chilly," he said, looking at me. "Oh, my mouth is so cold," he said.

"Oh no," I said. "We can't have that," I said.

Sweet tender loving lips! We were crashing and smashing like a boat on the sea. What a warm boy I had in my arms, not chilly at all. What a beautiful golden boy!

And my hands were everywhere, and his hands were everywhere, and my legs were everywhere, and his legs were everywhere, and both of our clothes were everywhere. I was cradling his collar bone in my mouth, and feeling his electric skin on my skin.

My undone pants still hung onto my waist. We were rubbing and scrubbing in every conceivable way.

But he was looking over my head. What did he see? The ghost of his dead mother!

"Maximilian, my son!" she cried. "Never forget… never forget… don't give yourself away for naught…"

His eyes widened, his mouth opened, and he threw me off.

"Stop right there!" he said, standing up on the car seat. He leant back against the windshield and swept his hair back with an imperious whirl of his neck. His red-gold-brown hair clung like a halo in ringlets around his head.

By now he was down to his golden speedo underwear and his navy socks. His skin was flushed in the humid night air. Like a glowing star against the starry night sky, he narrowed his eyes and puffed his chest out like a peacock.

"Do you love me? Are you devoted to me and only me? Do you worship the ground I walk on? Do you swear to never let me down and never let me go? Cause baby," he said, kicking his socked feet and swinging to sit on the door to the passenger side.

"If you really want me to let you in… into the deepest parts of me… into my jeweled cave… my velvet chamber… I need to trust you!"

"Trust me!" I said.

"I need to!" he said.

"Trust me, I swear you can!" I said.

"Show me, show me!" he said.

"How, tell me how!" I said.

"Swear it! Swear that you love me – you'll love me forever! Swear you'll stay devoted to me and only me! Swear you'll never let me down – you'll never let me go!" He had me by the scruff of the neck and shook me up and down. "Swear you'll marry me and make me your man!"

"Uh, uh," I said. Marry him! Love him – forever! "Uh, uh, can I get back to you on that? Baby, baby, let's do first, think later, hey?"

"No!" he said.

"Now!" he said.

"You think every boy and girl in school doesn't want in here?" he said, snapping the waistband of his golden underpants. "You think I don't spend every day fighting off suitors, lovers, teachers, bullfighters, and every Jack Jane and Jill looking for a cheap thrill? I gotta know! Do you love me? Will you swear it out loud!"

"Give me some time!" I pleaded, "just give me a night to sleep on it! I'll tell you in the morning!"

"Oh no! Don't try to wiggle out of this one!"

"Uh, uh!"

"I gotta know right now!"

"Uh, uh!"

"Tell me now! Swear it to me!"

I couldn't take it anymore, man I was crazed! I was a-shakin' and a-quakin' from my head to my feet. The moon was too bright, my pants too tight, and the dragon downstairs was clawing to get out!

"I love you!" I said "I need you!" I said. "I'll never ever leave you!" I said. "I'll do anything you want, I'll go anywhere you say, I'll make you my man forever! I swear it, I'll love you till the end of time!"

And he jumped on me and I struggled out of my pants, he took off his shorts and asked for my hands, and I kept swearing "I'll love you till the end of time, it's all that I can do!"

We made sweet love in the front seat of my car, for both of us the first time and for neither of us the last. Every time I think of it, it feels the same all over again: the sweet summer night air: the beautiful lake of water: and my Shining Maximilian boy, forever my man.

A/N: So experimenting with trying to write prose that gives me the same feeling as music videos and musicals do. This would explain the bizarre spectacles and rhyming and stuff. It shouldn't be hard to figure out which song I used as an inspiration. If you already know the song it would be pretty obvious. If you don't know the song… then abandon all hope.