"Bye!" I scream at Mitch as he drives off.
I open the door, and notice the tv was on.
I shiver, a worried look plastered on my face, was someone in my house? I look to my left and locate the lamp.
Worst comes to worst, I would knock them out with it.
I tiptoe over to the couch.. no one.
I then move around the house; the kitchen, living room, and bathroom.. no one.
So, I decide to check upstairs. I crawl my way to the top, my phone in hand.
When I get up there, I stop and sigh, maybe I was just being paranoid, there couldn't actually be any--
And two big hands grabbed my waist and pulled me towards them.
I scream, and try to run but they cover my mouth.
"Calm down, it's just me."
I look up, "Oh my god--Max you scared the shit outta me!"
He chuckles at the worried expression plastered upon my face, letting me go.
"Why the fuck are you here, Jesus, giving me a heart attack."
"Well, I was knocking on the door, and you didn't answer; I concluded that you weren't home. So then, I took the extra key from under the doormat and let myself in."
"I hate you so much," I say, arms crossed in front of him.
"No you don't!"
"Yes, actually I do," I reply smiling.
"Fine then, I fucking hate you too," Max says, walking down the stairs without me.
He went and sat on the far end of the couch. When I went to plop down next to him, he pushed me off and slid even farther from me.
"Max, come on! I was kidding!"
He doesn't answer.
"Max!" I say moving towards him, but only to be pushed back farther away, once again. I pout, "don't give me the silent treatment! I don't deserve it"
He shrugs, not saying a word and turns the tv on.
I slump down on the sofa, "fine, two can play this game."
♡ ♡ ♡
For the next 20 minutes, we didn't speak to each other. I was so tempted to just mumble a word.
Max looks over at me, and I pout in his face.
He grabs a notecard on the table and scribbles something on it, then hands it to me.
It read:
'If you talk, I'll strip in front of you'
I laughed, I knew he wasn't mad at me.
I grabbed the pen and wrote back:
'Nah, no one wants to see that'
His jaw drops in disbelief, and he writes back:
'Everyone wants to see my body'
I reply with:
'Not me'
He grabs the pen and quickly writes something back:
'You know you want me'
I shake my head and he smiles at me, his braces gleaming at me.
I've always had a thing for braces, as most people hated them and were embarrassed to have them.. I thought they were the cutest thing ever--at least on him.
I smile back at him, just gazing at him as a whole.
Max scoots back towards me, and pats his leg, wanting me to sit on his lap.
I shake my head at him, as to say 'not gonna happen.'
He raises his eyebrows, and lifts me by my waist, dropping me on his lap.
I was straddling him now and he grabbed the notepad, writing one final thing down. He then tossed it on the table behind us.
I glance at the table, then at the note card, skimming over it:
'kiss me?'
I laughed slightly, then leaned in and kissed him.
The kiss was hard and demanding, and I didn't want it to end.
I was still on his lap, my hands tangled in his soft hair. His arms were wrapped around my waist.
"Max-" I mumble, but only to be cut off from Max's lips lowering onto mine again.
This time, the kiss deepened. His tongue, asking for entrance and without thinking, I let him explore my mouth. I know I shouldn't have, I didn't want this to get out of hand, but at the same time I wanted him to go further. I didn't know what to think.
He stopped for a moment, his face moving away from mine completely. I set my head on his shoulder, still gasping for air.
I didn't think he was going to stop, I should of known better. Max wasn't like most guys. He was one of those people you could just joke around with, having so much fun, but a minute later have an intimate movement or deep conversation with, without it being weird or awkward at all.
"Camille?" Max says, distracting me from my thoughts.
"Hm?" I answer picking my head from off his shoulder.
"Do you have candy? Brownies? Anything sweet for me to eat?"
I laugh, "why now?"
"Bitch," he pauses, "I said I wanted sweets."
I stay on his lap, but drop my arms from around him, crossing them, "did you just call me a bitch?"
"Yes, now where's the sweets."
"Oh I have some candy, but you're not getting any you little fatass," I joke.
"That's my word," Max responds.
"Not anymore," I reply.
He groans, "where's the candy?"
My eyes gleam, as I get up off of Max's lap, "I'll get it."
I walk over to the kitchen, and get on my tiptoes, to reach the upper cabinet.
I hear Max laugh, and I turn around, interested in why he's giggling.
"What?" I exclaim.
"Oh nothing, it's just funny how short you are."
"I'm not that short!" I joke.
"Yes, yes you are."
"I'm like 5'5 okay, not my fault you're a giant," I tease, reaching back into the cabinet.
He shakes his head, "not my fault you're a dwarf."
"I'm only 15!"
"Yeah, I am too."
I take a bag of mixed candy out of the drawer and face him, "you wanna take that back now?"
He stares at the bag and nods, reaching for the candy.
I put it behind my back, "not until you apologize."
"Camille!" He says, coming closer.
He wraps his arms around me, still reaching for the candy.
I take a couple steps from him, laughing.
"Say you're sorry."
"Fine, I'm sorry," Max admits.
"For..?" I add.
"For calling you short."
"And..?"
"And nothing else, give me the damn candy!" He exclaims.
"No!"
"And--for being an ass," he finally says and whispers, "and calling you a bitch."
I smile, handing him the bag and taking his hand, "exactly as u should apologize."
"Don't push it," Max says already munching on a Snickers bar.
I laugh and we sit on the couch, huddled under a blanket for a while.
I start shivering, and Max noticed.
"Are you cold? I could go get another blanket?" He asked.
"No, you don't need to, you're doing a pretty good job at warming me up."
As I said that, he inched closer, his body right against mine.
"I want you to come over to my house tomorrow," he says.
"Why so?"
"I'm going to steam with Jordan and Danny."
"Why do I have to come?" I ask.
"Because I want you to," Max replies, yawning, "it's more fun when you're there."
I smile, "what time?"
"Around 2 or so."
"Alright, I'll be there."
"Good," Max says, stretching his arm around me.
I snuggle into his shoulder, already feeling tired.
Throughout the night,I leant onto Max, watching the tv screen ahead of us.
And at some point I ended up with my head on Max's chest, drifting off into a deep, peaceful sleep.