The Play (MaxPres - Camp Camp)

3: max

1 week later i never expected myself to be talking to preston goodplay.
he shoulder length hair bounced on his shoulders as he read while he walked.
cute.
being honest, i've never thought twice about my sexuality.
guys are nice, so are girls. there hasn't been any further question.
i didn't like preston.
god, no.
he's cute, don't get me wrong.
i don't really like anyone.
yet, here i am. talking to preston-fucking-goodplay.
"h-hi max!" he chirped, approaching me. he set his book aside.
i raised an eyebrow and leaned against a tree.
gym class.
"hey, preston." i said smoothly. he smiled.
cute.
"how are you?" he asked, cheery. i winced.
"fine. you okay? you seemed a little...fucked last week." i didn't think twice about what i said.
he frowned, eyebrows furrowing.
"oh, um." he coughed. "i, uh, i'm fine! i just fell. don't worry 'bout it."
i raised my eyebrows. "if you say so."
the bell rang, and he ran. he ran fast.
cute.
nikki and neil approached me, a devilish look on their faces.
"oo, somone's gettin' it on with preston!" nikki said excitedly. i shot her a death glare.
"oh shut up, nik. we were just talking-"
neil cut me off. "but you guys never talk!"
he was shaking.
i looked down and saw that preston forgot his book.
aw.
i picked it up and held it under my arm. nikki snatched it.
"romeo and juliet? god, you and preston are fucking."
i snatched the book bag and swatted her arm. we began to walk to our next class.
"shut up." i hissed.
we walked in silence, prestons book still tucked under my arm.
i saw him talking to harrison.
"he-he even asked if i was okay! he asked if i was okay, harrison! do you know what this means?" he gushed.
i narrowed my eyed and kept walking.
looking back, i saw preston spin on his heels.
cute.