"Can I lick the spoon when you're finished?" Ben pouts, and it's impossible to say no.
We eagerly start pouring flour, sugar and baking soda in a bowl to make the crust. Within minutes the whole kitchen locks like a war zone, but the pie is perfect. We put it into the oven, and set the timer for 30 minutes. Ben and I walk over to the couch, and as we sit down, Senna squeezes in between us.
"I'm glad Senna's paw is better, he's a fighter!"
"Yeah, you should see the video of him realising the pill is in the sausage I gave him, I laughed until I couldn't breathe!" I say giggling, taking out my phone. I see several notifications on my home screen, and suddenly I can't breathe.
Max: Hey Ally, I'm sorry I haven't texted youuu, my mom took my phone as soon as I landed on Schipol.. Something about the girls I should leave alone ;)
Max: I miss you
Max: I'll text you tonight okay? X
My brain suffers a meltdown. He misses me. He legitimately wants to speak to me. I quickly text him back.
Ally: Hi weirdo, yeah maybe I miss you too.
Ally: Text me past nine, yeah? We have guests and stuff :)
I smile at my phone, and Ben gives me a hella weird look.
"Aaare you watching the video without me? What you smiling about, hey?" Ben asks curiously. I start blushing, and load the video.
"Oh sorry.. It's a.. Meme about cats. Pretty cool... Anyway, here's the video of Senna." I hand him the phone, and my thoughts wander back to Max. Can the time not just leave, I really want to speak to him. Ugh.
Max
It's twenty past nine, and my fingers are itching to text Ally. I feel so bad about ignoring her the past two days, I need to make it up to her.
Max: Ally, pls tell me your done nowww
Ally: he speaks.
Max: I'm sorryyy, let me make it up to you, please?
Ally: buy me food, that makes me happy.
Max: what's your address?
Ally: 21 Wickershire Street, London. Why do you want my address?
Max: Google Earth alwayz takin pics ;)
Ally: you weird Dutchman. I miss you, kinda.
Max: awwww I miss you too.
Max: oh yeah, what did your mom say about the Monaco weekend?
Ally: she says I should start acting grownup and go out with friends.
Ally: so stock your kitchen with food. Imma comin.
Max: OMG ARE YOU SERIOUS YESSSS
Max: I'll send you your airline ticket, and pick you up in Monaco, can't wait to see youuu
Max: Also, bring a bikini. The yacht has a pool.
Ally: yeah and the yacht is also on the ocean, Einstein. I can't wait tho, but don't make me talk to people
Ally: I'll sit in the corner and eat.
Max: you will do no such thing, Miss Allison!!! You'll be by my side ;)
Max: I gots to go, we're having dinner.
Max: speak to you soon? I like youuu x
Ally: I like me too.
Ally: bye my Dutchman, don't choke. x
Ally
I put my phone down, just as my mum calls me.
"Ally, there's a delivery for you at the door." she looks puzzled.
I walk down to the front door frowning. Who could this be?
"A delivery for Mrs Carling-Verstappen." he reads of the delivery paper. I almost start laughing. Of course Max has something to do with it.
"Sign here please Ma'am." The guy says, looking tired and irritated. I sign the paper, and he leaves me with a huge box and a big bouquet of roses.
My curious side shows itself, and I drag the box to the living room. I grab scissors from the kitchen drawer, and slice the top flap of the box open. My heart almost stops.
It's a beautiful summer cocktail dress and a gorgeous red one piece. A note was attached, and I quickly scan it.
"For the most beautiful girl
in London. Looking forward to
that party." - M x
I think I'm inlove.
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Texting Verstappen || A Max Verstappen Fanfic
ספרות חובביםAlly is your average british tumblr girl, until she accidentally cross paths with a stranger she could swear is famous. "You're that famous football guy, right?" Ally asks him. "Nope. Tennis player actually," he chuckled. After he saw Ally's conf...
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