𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓂 𝐼𝓈• Max x Male!Reader

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"You don't know what's in my brain. Music loud, easing my pain."

(Y/N) POV

Even he seems surprised on what he asked. "I-I mean, you don't have to tell me. I understand if it's personal- we don't even know each other so it isn't my place to ask-" Max stammers on trying to fix the situation a little.

"Max br-breath!" Pausing, he inhales and looks at me. "I'll just tell you my story about how I became a shitty person so you don't feel all that bad." I nod and move back so he has more room to get comfortable, even though we are sitting down on the floor, in a bathroom stall.

"Here we go, I guess." The boy leaning on the stall door says rolling his eyes.

"So when I was much younger- I'd say about 8 or 9, my parents would treat me terribly. They would mentally abuse me. They never even touched me though... but they would call me all these names and compare me to people who they want me to be. They finally had enough of me and sent me to this camp. After my first summer here, David tried contacting my parents so I could go home. Unfortunately, he didn't get a response and he tried his best to get them to call us back. It never happened though. I ended up staying with Space Kid's parents. We technically are sorta brothers now, but we never show it. From there on I realized no one actually wants me. So I turned my attitude around and became who I am today. I rather hurt people before they hurt me."

Max finally finishes his "story" and sighs. I feel really bad for him... he's just like me. The expression on his face was confusing though. It was like a mixture of angry, sad, and broken at the same time.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that Max. No one should ever go through that. It's absolutely terrible." Max nods while looking down a bit, trying to avoid eye contact with me.

"Since you told me your story. I assume it's my turn now." I fix my position and look at Max.

"It all started when I was born. My father was suffering with stage 3 cancer and things where looking very bad for him. Sadly, he died on my 5th birthday and it was heart breaking... A few months later my mother found someone new and they started dating. I absolutely hated this guy and wished everyday my mom would leave him. Instead of him leaving, God happen to have other ideas. My mother left us for another family she secretly had. Ever since then, my stepfather would abuse me in every way possible."

I started to tear up again and got up. I slowly lifted my hoodie off and lifted my shirt up.

"He would throw me against things and hit me with anything that was painful." My whole body was a sanctuary for bruises and scars from my past and present.

"I had enough of this and by the time I was 12, I started cutting myself... I tried to commit suicide at least 6 times by now, not including today. I just can't take it any more Max... Everything is fucking turning at me and I can't TAKE IT!" I let out a sob and fall back down slowly.

"I try my best to avoid everyone I came across. That's why I was so rude to everyone when I got here. After summer camp is over I'm heading straight into an orphanage. He can't handle me anymore and I'll be sent away."

I finally finish my life story and noticed Max was also tearing up. Next thing I know is I'm being pulled into Max's arms again.

He doesn't even have to say anything, I know what he feels towards this.

I decide I should try to hug back to show him comfort as well.

As I hug him back, I get the weird feeling I felt earlier. Plus, I think I'm blushing cause my face is on fire. A- fucking- gain.

A few seconds later we pull apart and look away from each other. I think it's dangerous to say I might like Max... but I'll say it anyways.

We both get off of the floor. It was a comfortable silence on our way back to our tent.

"Hey (Y/N)...?" "Yeah?" The taller, angsty, male said. "So, uhm, do you starve yourself?" I slowly nod and put my (F/C) hoodie back on.

"I'm anorexic." I reply simply with out a care in the world. "Oh." Is all Max says and lays back down.

He's the first person I ever told about my past about. What if he tells everyone else...? We are still kinda rivals in this camp.

I roll over to my side facing away from Max. I really do trust him right now... plus now that I kinda like him, I hope the feelings are mutual. I've never had a crush on a guy, but I have thought of them as handsome some times.

I'll think about it more later. By later- I mean tomorrow when the activities start. I heard David mention something about a field trip that's gonna happen in a few days.

Let's just hope it isn't like a theme park, or amusement park.