"Wake up in the morning feelin' like P-Diddy. Grab my glasses I'm out the door. I'm gonna hit this city!" I sing also to Kesha as I get ready (you're welcome). I hear a knock on my door. "Good Mor-ning!" I say, dividing morning into two syllables.
"Someone's having a good morning." Max mumbles.
"That's why I said good morning. Now," I extended my arms, "halp plz."
"Not until you ask me in English."
"Fine. Help please!" I huff
"Okay, that works." He said, pick me up bridal style.
"Not what I meant..."
"What did you mean, then."
"I meant that you should've grabbed my purse that I was holding out so I could've used my crutches to walk to the car." He blushes.
"Sorry." He says, putting me down.
"I didn't say put me down."
"Oh. I thought that that's what you were getting at, so.." He rubs the back of his neck.
"Eh.. Oh, well. We're already at the car anyways," I say, shoving my crutches I and then stepping in.
"I was sitting shotgun," Max mumbles.
"Injured means instant shotgun. Especially in the car they were hit with."
"Yeah, but that was Tim's fault, and now Ross is driving."
"Is that really much of an upgrade?" I ask, looking back at Max.
"I'm sitting right here guys!" Ross yells
"Well, to be fair, you are a butt knight," I say.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Max asks.
"Well, it means that he actually must've taken an oath or something. Like, 'I now pronounce you a butt knight!' While doing that sword shoulder thingy."
"Ya. You're point is?"
"Wait, you guy have actually done that?"
"So, you actually took an oath to be loyal to a kingdom that doesn't exist!"
"I'm surrounded by idiots," I mumble.
"What was that Ms. Get Hit By a Car?" Max asks.
"THAT WAS ALL TIM'S FAULT!"
"Ya, sure, blame it on the guy who was driving." Max continues teasing me.
"He drove over my leg!"
"Oh! Would you look at that, we're here!"
"This conversation is soo not over, Max!"
"But it is."
"Not! It is not over, no buts!"
"But, I got a butt right here," Max says as he turns around.
"Ya, a tiny butt," I mutter.
"Hey! I do not have a small butt!"
"You kinda do, though."
"I do not!"
"Do too!" Our argument continues until we get into the office.
"Awww... You guys are fighting like an old married couple," Adam says.
"More like two 5 year olds," Ross mutters.
"Hey!" Max and I both yell.
"Aww you're in sync, too! I ship it!" Adam says. Max's face gets a tint of red.
"Adam! Knock it off you know I-" Max stops as if he realizes he's about to say something bad. He blushes more and I tilt my head at him. "I-I have to get to work!" Max says as he walks off towards his office. Red walks up.
"What did I miss? (y/n) and Max both look like tomatoe- Ohhhh..." He realizes what just happened. I'm not blushing too bad, am I?
"We were just talking about Max's small butt." I say. Everyone laughs.
"This means war.." Red mutters very quietly before walking off. I raise an eyebrow and turn to Adam.
"What war?" I ask.
"Office War II." He says with a sigh as he walks off.
"Well okay then," I say, walking off to my own office.
~Time Skip Brought to you by; YouTube sensation RedVactor~
I hear a knock on my office door. It swings open to revel Max.
"Hey... Umm... (y/n)?" He starts.
"Present." I say nervously.
"Would you like to go on a date with me?"
Boom! Mic dropped a second time! Okay, this book isn't going to be over ANYTIME soon (I love it too much). But, I was thinking after this maybe I should do a Red fanfic? Or a Ross fanfic? Or a Barney fanfic? Okay, with Barney would kinda suck cause of his accent, but I would do it for you. Also, Max does have a very flat butt. I'm sorry, but his jeans sag badly. BYYYEEEEE!!!
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