after i scared off nurf and helped preston, i internally screamed. our hands touched. they fucking touched.
i saw a faint blush on his cheeks as he stood up. the crowd that had gathered clapped, and i shooed them away and sat back down.
i hate crowds.
"hey, max?" asked preston, leaning over to me. i didn't look at him.
"hm?"
"thank you, really. i loved the passion you showed! i mean, yeah, you could have-" he said, beginning to ramble.
"yeah yeah, coulda been stronger or whatever, you're welcome." i told him with a sigh.
he frowned.
god damn it.
"i-i mean, i didn't want to be rude, i just-" i tried to say. he chuckled dryly.
"don't worry 'bout it. i'm fine." he assured me.
i finally looked at him and narrowed my eyes.
sure.
fine.
A/N: hey! i'm sorry this chapter took so long, i had a rough day. this chapter is also quite short. i'm sorry.
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The Play (MaxPres - Camp Camp)
قصص الهواةmax and preston? what opposites. || lowercase intended. || updates whenever.
