The Play (MaxPres - Camp Camp)

4: max

i took preston's book home with me.
i chickened out giving it to him.
i don't want to seem too caring.
i mean, i cared for him, but i didn't really, y'know.
care for him.
i was worried about his bruises, but that's none of my business.
once i got home, i set his book on my bed.
my eyes kept finding their way to his fucking book.
his stupid, cute, pointless, befuddling book.
a spacey sigh left my body as i flopped back onto my bed.
"preston isn't cute. in all five years i've known him, he isn't cute." i muttered quietly to myself.
i mean, sure! he's nice and all, but he's loud.
he does have quite the memory and skill, though.
no.
i don't like preston.
he isn't cute.
he's just.
fine.
preston is cute.

A/N: this chapter is bad. i'm sorry.