|Boy Salad With a Twist
Author: Jesus.Lives PM
Max goes to Future Harper for advice and Harper finds herself influencing... herself on matters of the romantic field with disastrous results. Marper VS Jarper.Rated: Fiction K - English - Romance/Humor - Harper & Max R. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 4,399 - Reviews: 22 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 01-12-10 - Published: 01-07-10 - id: 5649012
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Disclaimer: Don't own WoWP.
Summary: Max goes to Future Harper for advice.
This is for Divine Child for the new C2 creation (so everyone should write a Marper oneshot to fill it up!) because of the request to do something from Future Harper.
Sugar Cubes from the I.P.P
The I.P.P spat him out at the other end, and he used it without laughing this time – either the joke had worn thin or he'd just forgotten to laugh about it… or maybe (the more likely possibility) that it was only funny when Justin was saying it. Either way he arrived at the same destination as they'd gone in it before and man he was glad that it remembered addresses… just like a GPS except easier to work… evidently because Max could actually work it.
A pottering in the kitchen of the abandoned plate factory was heard and a big behind came up in front of him in which he exclaimed, "woah!" wondering if he really did get to the right destination – not noticing the obvious factor that all the surroundings were the same as the last time down to the knick knacks and the crochet.
When the owner of the behind finally turned around a gasp was heard. "Max! What are you doing here? You can't be here! You'll mess up your whole future," maybe… it wasn't worth the risk.
Although Max seemed to think it was (if he thought about it at all since Harper spelt out the risk), "Oh, I came for some advice… and boy salad… do you still make that?"
With a wrinkled brow the older Harper from the future turned back around, "Well only the best boy salad in town!" Only boy salad… besides Max's own and he really couldn't make it as well… despite how easy it was and the fact it was his own recipe, he even got that wrong. "OK, fine. But I'm not going to tell you about when you exposed the wizard world, I know when to keep my mouth shut… unlike certain people in this room."
Max didn't get the insinuation right away… "Who?" And with that looked around to find nobody else there except the goldfish who were looking kinda sickly. "Oh me."
"So what's the advice?" Harper asked turning back and started that pottering around in front of him to make the salad as if everything wasn't already neatly arranged in the kitchen and she had to go looking for every utensil.
"Oh, you don't add cream… then it's not really boy salad."
If Harper didn't already know Max so well she might have been confused by that. "I thought you wanted my advice."
"Oh. Ohhhhhh…" Max let out a sound of rapid realization at this and breathed a sigh of depression at the end of it, finally contemplating his dilemma enough to voice it. "It's nothing really, it's just that I like you."
"What?" Harper dropped the bowl that was in her hands in shock (after taking fifty three seconds to find it).
"Not you-you… the you from right now-" Wait. That didn't make any sense to him either… since now was right now and well… she was standing right in front of him. "I mean the you that's back at our house." It made sense to him now so he didn't go any further with it.
This didn't alleviate Harper's shock. "You like-?" Instantly she felt her heart drop for the boy in front of her. She liked Justin – she'd always liked Justin and basically the poor boy's chances were close to zero – especially while Justin was around (unless some horrific accident happened to Justin and even then Harper would probably build a shrine for his ashes). "But I like Justin, I've always liked Justin," she babbled a little too quickly.
Max shrugged, "yeah, that's why I didn't ask Justin… that and last time I asked him for advice he told me to ask mom and now I know it was NOT something I should have asked mom about!" A confirming headshake and his exuberant expression was lost again to a pitiful forlorn look at Harper who emitted a sigh herself in feeling guilt for her past self's one-sided infatuation which was the cause of this problem.
"How come I don't remember you liking me?"
"Well I spelt out your name in sugar cubes last week, but you just muttered something about 'this is why you don't talk to me' and walked away,"
"I remember you writing 'Hamper' in sugar cubes."
"Hamper? No I specifically remember Harper."
"Really? Because I remember Hamper."
"Wait how do you spell Hamper again?"
"Oh." His face fell, all efforts evidently failed (like everything Max Russo tried to accomplish).
"Look… I can't promise anything," she began, feeling her duty as… herself to at least try to open her own eyes to what was right in front of her… or what is right in front of her now (even though it had already happened… hadn't it?), "but I can at least write something in one of my books that I- the me in the past… well now… will read and see that she should try thinking about you instead of Justin."
"Now I can't promise anything…"
"Oh that's OK, I'm used to people not promising things… like when dad said that I'd finally learn to stop holding my wand backwards."
"Oh, you don't do that anymore."
"But that's because you're not legally allowed to have a- Oops- said too much. Tick-alock." She zipped her mouth shut but fortunately Max wouldn't have got it all anyways.
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