All My Doubts; Minecraftfinest (MCfinest) FanFiction

CH20: MCfinest Livestream

"Camille," I hear a voice repeat.

I lift my head up off the sofa and look up.

I'm greeted by Max, standing right in front of me.

"Huh?" I say in a low voice.

"I'll give you an hour to get ready before we go to my house."

"What?"

"The stream."

Oh shit--the stream--right, I was going to go with him.

"Ok," I sigh, standing up, "why was I--why--why was I on the couch?" I yawn.

"You fell asleep on me and I didn't want to wake you up and take you upstairs because you would've woken up and we all know how grumpy you get when people wake you up."

"Wow, thanks," I sarcastically reply.

"I would have, but then I wouldn't have had anyone to sleep by," Max says, taking his shirt off.

"Why are you stripping in front of me?" I ask, lost in thought.

"I'm gonna take a shower."

"Not until I take one first," I say.

"How about we take a shower together," Max says.

"That's not gonna happen," I laugh, dragging my body upstairs.

He groans, following me up.

♡ ♡ ♡

I get into the shower, and halfway through, hear someone knocking on my door.

"Hurry up, you're taking forever!"

"It's only been five minutes!" I shout back from inside the shower.

"No it's been like twenty."

"You're just mad I won't shower with you," I scream back.

"I'm a strong believer in saving water!" Max replies.

"Yeah--okay, whatever you say," I utter, turning the nob to shut the water off.

I step out of the bathroom in a towel, to see Max standing right outside the door.

"Fucking finally," he exclaims.

I shake my head, heading for the door.

"Hey Camille?"

"Yeah?" I answer, turning around.

"What if I pulled that towel off you right now?"

I raise my eyebrows at him, "why are you asking?"

"I don't know," he says, hinting at me.

"I'd kill you," I respond, completely serious, turning to walk away.

He caught my wrist and I groaned.

"Do you want to have sex or something?" I joked.

"Actually, yes," he replied shrugging.

"I was kidding!" I answer, hitting his shoulder lightly and breaking free of his grip.

"I wasn't," he responded, tugging at my towel.

"Don't you even dare," I reply, turning back away from him.

I take a step away, but only to be rewarded with his hands around my waist in an instant.

I spin back around, facing him, "Is this really necessary?"

"Mhm," Max moans, pulling my body against his.

Before I could ask him anything, he shifted and locked his lips to mine.

I kissed him back, unknowingly, and then broke the kiss in a split-second.

I look down, "I should--I should get dressed."

"Yeah," Max mutters gently, watching me walk out of the room.

I get to my bedroom, sliding the closet open. I throw dark-wash skinny jeans, a muscle tee, and a flannel on my bed. Then, I get dressed, apply light makeup, brush through my hair, and head downstairs.

"Max?"

"I'm in the kitchen."

I stumble into the kitchen, to see Max munching on a cookie.

I stand there for a second watching him.

"What?" He says in a mouthful.

"Let's go."

"Already?"

"Yeah."

"Okay," he answers getting another cookie out.

"You're such a fatty," I tease, ruffling his hair as he walked past me.

He ignores me, opening the door and walking out.

I laugh, following him out.

♡ ♡ ♡

Once we arrive at his house, I slump down on his bed, as he is already setting his computer up.

"Is your mom home?" I ask, staring off at his room.

I've seen it so many times, and it rarely changed. I liked it; It was simple and small. It portrayed Max's personality perfectly. The posters, linens, furniture, colors--everything.

"No she's not," he answers, looking back at me, then continues, "are you staying up here during the stream?"

"Should I?" I ask, clueless.

"I don't care, as long as you don't make too much noise."

"I won't."

He nods, opening Skype and Twitch up.

"Would you call Danny for me?" He then asks me.

"You want me to call Danny?"

"Yeah."

"Okay," I say taking my phone out of my back pocket.

"Camille?" Danny utters on the other line.

"Max wanted me to call you," I reply.

"Is he setting up for the stream?"

"Yeah," I say looking over at the computer screen.

Max walks over to me and I hand him my phone.

"Danny, I'm going to call you on Skype."

"Okay, call me in 5; I'll get Jordan, bye."

"Bye," Max states, ending the call and walking back over to his computer.

"Camille, you wanna get us food?"

"Don't you dare start this again," I tease, walking out the door.

I go to the kitchen, rummaging through the drawers, cabinet, and fridge and bring back a couple of snacks: bags of chips, cheese strings, and some mixed nuts.

♡ ♡ ♡

"Shit," Max swears under his breath, just as I plop back down on his bed with the food.

"Don't fucking swear," I joke, as I watch him call Danny on Skype.

"Danny, get Jordan," Max says.

"No you lazyass, you get Jordan," Danny snaps back.

I laugh, as Max groans, "I guess Jordan isn't joining is then."

"You little-ugh," Danny says calling Jordan.

After about 20 minutes of nonsense, they finally started to begin.

"I'm going to watch tv downstairs, okay?" I say.

Max turns around and watched me at the door, "yeah."

I smile, running down the stairs to the sofa.

I find the remote, get some chips, and turn the tv on.