The Play (MaxPres - Camp Camp)

8: max

i opened up the book quietly and began to read. i read and read and read. before i knew it, hours had passed, and i didn't even realise.
i hate how much i love romeo and juliet.
as i was reading, i noticed little markings and mini notes on the sides of the pages. it was often tiny things like a heart or a star.
or, for instance, my name.
i read along the line.
"You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound."
next to it was written my name in fancy cursive writing.
"you've got to be fucking kidding me." i sighed, shutting the book.
spinning around in my desk chair, i sighed and my hand lazily through my messy black curls. i kept spinning till i got a bit dizzy, then i stopped.
then i had an idea.
i grabbed a random sheet of paper and a pen with little to no ink. on it, i messily scribbled, "call me sometime. here's my number-"
wait, no. that's too simple, plain and boring.
"text me, here's my-"
i erased it.
too cliché.
i crumpled up the paper and threw it at the wall in anger.
i banged my head against my desk.
"god, i can't fucking do this!" i shouted, furiously grabbing another paper.
"dear preston goodplay," i mumbled through gritted teeth as i wrote it down. "i'm giving you my number in hopes you will text me or call em at your earliest convenience. xxx-xxx-xxxx sincerely, max."
i neatly folded the paper and stuck it inside the book, slamming its cover.
god, why do i care?

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