The Play (MaxPres - Camp Camp)

10: max

since preston and i had started texting two weeks ago, my life was going pretty well. my grades began to rise and i became...nicer, i guess. my crush for preston grew and grew, and i realised there was no point surpressing it. i accepted it.
preston approached me during gym, fidgeting. he was looking up worriedly at the sky, as if it scared him. i did the same. i saw gray - almost black - clouds taking over the normally blue sky, causing an ominous shadow over us. preston sighed and looked at me. a storm was brewing. i looked back at him, watching him closely.
"hey max!" he chirped, his slight accent showing through. i giggled ever so slightly. i fucking adore his accent.
i forced myself to not smile. "hey, preston. what's up?" i asked in a semi-sweet tone. god, he's making me nice.
"n-nothing much! just, uh, chillin', y'know?" he said with uncertainty. i laughed.
"did you just say chillin'?" i chuckled. he shrugged, looking back up at the sky. i grew worried.
"what's up with you and the sky?" i asked curiously. he looked at me dead in the eyes.
"storms. i'm not a big fan." he murmured, as if he was embarrassed.
frowning, i pulled him by his arm to the inside of the gym. i saw his shoulder length bob on his shoulders and a smile spread across his face. i slammed the gym doors behind us.
he giggled as i pulled him onto the bleachers. we sat down and faced each other.
"why're you afraid of storms? it's just loud noises 'n' rain." i told him. he nodded and bit his lip again.
"well, it, uh..." he trailed off and looked to the side. i could tell he was uncomfortable. "it reminds me of my dad, i guess. he, ah, isn't the best guy." i just nodded, i could tell this was a touchy subject.
we talked about shit we liked, which made me seem to fall more in love with him. he started talking about this musical (the one where they're all named heather), and i saw his eyes sparkle. he went on and on about this one song, seventeen, and how he would love to rehearse it with someone.
i cocked an eyebrow. "oh? who? is it a girl?" i playfully teased. he laughed.
"no, no. not at all, actually. hah. it's, erm. well, it's a guy." he answered with a smile. i nodded but kept in the fireworks in my stomach.
a guy, huh?

A/N: man, school sucks. follow my tumblr dearnerris for camp camp content.