𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓂 𝐼𝓈• Max x Male!Reader

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"Show & tell. I'm on display for all you fuckers to see."

David's POV

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I jump to my feet and turn off the alarm clock on the nightstand. Gwen and Space Kid are both cuddled up against the blankets on the bed, while I had to sleep on the pull out couch. It wasn't very comfy, I'll admit, but I rather have them be comfortable while they sleep instead of me.

The clock read 5:30 a.m, which I think is a great
time to wake up the campers.

I rush over to the bathroom and quickly take care of my business and put on my green pine tree uniform along with my shorts and high kneed socks.

Then- I hear a loud groan come from outside of the hotel room, so I decided to go investigate.

"UGHHHHH! Leave me alone!" I slowly peaked my head out of the hotel room and see Nerris stomping towards the elevator with her sleep wear still on.

I just assumed it was Harrison doing something to make her upset... I'll go check on that later, hopefully her mood will brighten up!

I steer my head back into the hotel room and grab my phone, sliding it in my back pocket and head back out to wake up the campers.

I start off knocking on everyone's door, asking if they're awake, and say breakfast is down at the lobby.

Most dashed out of their rooms before I even got to them.

It was now time to go over to Max and (Y/N)'s room to check if they are awake. I head on over to the elevator and press the lower floor and wait for the elevator to arrive.

D I N G !

The elevator slides open and I step in and press the number below the floor the floor I am currently on.

...more waiting

I get off the elevator and stride over to the last room at the end of the long, narrow, hallway.

I knock twice, but no response. I knock again and nothing, maybe they went for breakfast already. Yeah!

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(Y/N) POV

Max and I ended up taking a small nap on the side of the building, which was very uncomfortable by the way, we checked if all of our belonging where with us and thankfully they were.

"Max?" "Yeah?" "Should we go back...? I feel like this was a bad idea." Maxwell thinks for a moment and sighs in defeat.

"You're right. This was a bad idea... David probably already knows we are gone already though." I nod in agreement on what Max said. "He can't do anything bad to us, it's David for fuck sakes." Max chuckles and nods.

We start walking in the direction we came from— that is until Max's stomach started growling. He then stopped right in his tracks and started walking across the street.

"Max! The hell are you doing, you whore!" Max looks at me and simply responds; "I'm hungry."

I roll my eyes in annoyance and follow close behind him.

We stop in front of a McDonalds and the smell of French fries hits me from outside. This makes me gag and cover my face with my shirt.

"You're fucking high is if think I'm going in there, you dick headed prick." "I'm not asking you to head in. I'm going to get some fries and we'll be on our way." The teal eyed boy says walking in the fast food chained restaurant.

I sit down on the side of the curb and viewed the cars passing by. Very relaxing and all that jazz. Makes me think of my parents. They where happy... She was happy, my mother. He was proud, my father... I miss them dearly. It pains me to think of never seeing them again, well, my mother. My step father could be buried in a ditch somewhere in Alaska and I wouldn't give a single shit.

My eyes dart towards incoming footsteps approaching. Thinking it was Max, I flick him off from behind, but instead, I heard a scoff and a slight chuckle.

"That's wo-one way to grr-greet someone." I turn around frighten and see the same guy Max and I saw this morning.

Dal- nope- Del- nah- Dila- Dyl- Dylan!

"Hey, Your Dylan, right?" The guy who's supposedly named Dylan nods. "In the fle-lesh." Dylan's neck then suddenly snaps to the right and goes back to normal.

"Are you okay...?" I ask very puzzled at his gesture. "Oh- yeah I'm okay. I-I-I just have ti-icks." "As in-" "Turrets." Dylan says snapping his head again.

"Ooooh." My mouth tasting the french fried flavored air. I immediately shut my mouth again and grimace at the taste.

Max shortly comes back with a small bag on his right hand and drink on the left. Dylan looks at Max and smiles shortly while his neck snaps again- it looks like as if he where the cult
leader we saw back at the hotel.

"We should really start heading back now, babe." Max encourages while eating his very salted fries.

"It was nice speaking again to you Dylan, here's my number in case you wanna chat." I pass his my phone and smile. He gladly smiles back and quickly adds my number in and texts me a small hello.

"Cya guh-guys!" The short male wonders off into a street we have no intentions on heading down at any time.