What the Future has for Us -- Renee Rapp fiction

Chapter 65 - NOËL

A.N

Hiii guys !!! I need help, I have some ideas about things I still want to happen but I need drama and fillers !! Please give me ideas of what you want to read, anything !

Anyway enjoy the DRAMA especially you @sunnyxmultii ! I know you wanted it.

It's a little short and there is a lot of change in POV but ... yeah

Byee, M

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Renee's POV :

The dinner started out well. Max was seated next to me, her hand gently resting on my thigh under the table. She was engaged in conversation with my dad, the two of them laughing together. I knew they would get along but she's clearly stealing me the spotlight here. For once I don't mind, I'm just happy.

I was talking with Oscar and my brother Charles when I heard it – the one question that made my stomach drop.

"So Maxine are you joining Renee on any tour dates ?" My dad, completely unaware of the bomb he had just dropped.

Shit.

I felt Max stiffen beside me, her hand slipping away from my thigh.

"Well, it depends... When does the tour start ?" Her voice was carefully controlled, but I could already hear the tension beneath it.

"Nae told me it starts by the end of January"

Max didn't say a single word. Her mom, Marie, spoke up.

"Renee dear, are you leaving so soon ? Leaving Max alone during all those months?"

I winced. She sounded surprised and a little upset. Which I get and I couldn't blame her. I'm so fucking stupid for not telling her.

Before I could say anything, my dad chimed in again, trying to lighten the mood, but only making things worse."Not to sound indifferent but Max's seems just fine and Renee can't put her career aside forever"

"Well she was not when I found her crying in the kitchen earlier today"

"Mom ! I heard Max's snap"I told you to keep that for yourself !"

I saw Marie mumbled a quick sorry, but the damage was done.

"Max, is that true ?" I looked down to the place where her hand had left my thigh the moment before. She didn't answer me, avoiding my eyes when I tried to reach her.

She seemed so fine lately, had I not paid enough attention to her . Why didn't I see that she was not good?

"You asked me to move in," she blurted out, the words rushing out before she could stop them. "But you're going on tour?"

I don't think that's really the problem, she knew I was going on tour at some point. Maybe not so soon but us moving together has nothing to do with that.

"You said you were feeling better," I said, my voice rising with frustration. "And I thought you knew. I thought it was obvious! It's the logical thing after putting out an album."

she shook her head, I could see disbelief and hurt bubbling up inside her. "Well, I thought you were going to tell me about it before making any decisions!"

"Right! Well, that's me telling you now!" I shot back, my voice trembling with anger. I'm really not good at argument, not when I'm stressed about my whole family and hers watching our every word. "I'm going on a U.S. tour for two months and then Europe for another two months."