𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓂 𝐼𝓈• Max x Male!Reader

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"Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand, your looking at me like you don't know who I am."

Y/N POV

Max and I finally reached this hotel that was a few blocks away from where we were standing from. The street looks pretty sketchy and unrealistically quiet. Way too quiet.

"So this is where we're staying?" Max questioned pulling out his phone to check the time. "Yup," We both made our way over to the entrance and was immediately greeted by a women in a white dress, blonde hair, and bright red eyes.

"Greetings! Would you dears like to rent out a hotel room for the night?" Max and I share a quick weirded out glance and nodded.

"Great! Here is your room key and some towels," The woman handed me the towel and a piece of paper fell off of it.

"Max—" The taller male already picked up the piece of folded paper and read it.

His facial expressions changed to an unreadable one and passed me the note while looking back at the lady at the desk, who just smiled and had the occasional eye twitch.

Get out while you still can
He's coming for you gentlemen.
I was once like you, just wanted to say the night...
Now get out! Before it's too late.

I looked at Max and gulped rather loudly. "We should go..." The lady broke her smile into a small frown and sighed.

"Get as far away as you can— you guys don't deserve to be here," "What do you mean?" "I can't say much more," "Come with us then!" Max nudged my elbow and shook his head. "We can't have her come with us. We barely know this chick!"

"He has a point young one. Now go before it's too late," Max grabbed my wrist and we sprinted as far as we could.

I'd say it was about 6-7 blocks away until we stopped.

"We should have helped her," I sighed lowly. "Impossible," The teal eyed male grabbed my hand and pulled me into a side hug.

—time skip—

Dylan POV (oooooO)

May those guys live to see another day... I can't believe they stood up to my father that way- that was insane!

I walked in through the lobby doors and saw my father sitting down on a couch, drawing shapes on his thigh.

"Dylan." "Fa-Father." He gestures me to take a seat in front of him and I accept it with caution.

"How is business?" "Good." I respond quick and effortlessly. "And how's your father?" He says glancing at the clock. "Great... Unt-til you left." My father stands up and cracks his neck.

"He is nothing without me. So that's the reason why I left." He heads over to the coffee machine and adds coffee beans into it.

"You le-left for your stupid c-cult shit!" I shouted loudly in annoyance and stood up as well. "This cult is my job, Dylan." "N-no it isn't!" I stomped over to him and placed my index finger on his chest.

"F-Fuck you!" I march out the hotel and call my friend, Butters Stotch, to pick me up.

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Y/N POV

"And that's why I always keep a weapon on me." I finished my explanation why I would carry around weapons; razors, pistols, switch blade, ect. On me at all times to Max.

"That makes sense." He states sitting down on the side walk while plugging his charger into an outlet on the wall.

I nod with a yawn and sit down next to Max. "What do you think the lady was warming us about?" The blue hooded figure shrugs his shoulders and leans his head on my shoulder. "God knows." He joked and yawned as well.

All of a sudden Max grabs my hand and looks at me. "You know, I've never liked a guy before." I was a little confused on why he would tell me this. "Most males never liked a guy before." I stated blandly.

"True..." He took a long pause and looked at the concrete sidewalk. "Hey, (Y/N)?" "Yeah." "Fuck you." "Fuck you too, Maxwell."

(Thoughts on Dylan¿)

P.S))))
<This is Dylan

Legal Name: Dylan "Philosophy" Avery

Age 17

Height 5'8

Parents: Daniel "Logan" & David "Birch"

Personality: Usually quiet, creative, rebellious 

Sexuality: Homosexual

Diagnosis (if any): ADHD, Tourettes Syndrome, Asthma, Severe Depression

Piercing(s): Two short hoops & Cross Earing & Eyebrow Snake Bites (1st top hoop meaning; first piercing ever for Dylan. 2nd Hoop meaning; "what goes around comes around". Cross Earing meaning; Loss of a lover. Eyebrow piercings meaning; "Past has Passed".)