NOPE, NOPE, NOPE (Max x Male Reader)

Chapter 6: Little Help?

*(y/n)'s POV:*

I slowly open my eyes, everything looking fuzzy from waking up.

Wait...where the fuck am I???

I rub my eyes, trying to get a better look at my surroundings.

Oh right. Camp. Forgot about that.

I sigh.

I should probably get up. I'm surprised I'm allowed to get up whenever I want. Though I guess this isn't boot camp so it makes somewhat sense.

As these thoughts run through my head, I throw off my blanket and stretch out my arms. I get up, and take off my shirt to get dressed in cleaner clothes. I try putting on a clean shirt but it gets stuck around my elbow.

God dammnit! Just. get. off!

As I'm struggling to get myself unstuck, with my shirt covering my face, I hear something. Footsteps.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

"Hey loser. Fucking David sent me here to get you since it's time for some shitty breakf-"

...shit...

*Max's POV:*

This morning was relatively normal as far as this fucking camp goes. I got up, got some shitty coffee, but then fucking David asked me to go wake up (y/n). I told him to fuck off but he kept bothering me so I just agreed. At least I got to get away from the rest of the bastards here, right? Well, now here I am. Staring at (y/n)...shirtless...well kind of. He stills has a shirt on bu-

"Max...is that you?" (y/n) calls out.

Fuck. Gotta think of some shit he'll believe. I guess I did already say something to him so it makes sense he knows I'm here.

"Pfft hahahaha! What the fuck are you doing!? This is fucking priceless! Hahahaha!" I laugh at him.

Hopefully that fucking worked. Just gotta think if it was Nurf or something.

"Ha. ha. ha. Laugh it up, you asshole. Could I get a little help?" (y/n) asks me, annoyed.

"Hahaha just...just give me a moment pfft!" I fake trying to calm down from laughter. But I fake failing as well.

"NOW!" (y/n) yells for help.

He sounds so...embarrassed?

"Okay, okay! Damn, drama queen." I set down my cup of coffee and help pull down his shirt, getting a close up of his body.

Wait...why the fuck am I looking at body!?

"You're welcome hahaha" I continue with this act wiping a fake tear of laughter.

Since when did I have to act for this shit?

"Whatever bitch. Thanks for nothing except for laughing at me. Now get out so I can finish changing." (y/n) scowls at me.

"What's your problem? I fucking helped you. I could've just kept laughing at your shirtless body!" I tell him, defending myself.

"...GET THE FUCK OUT. NOW." He yells at me.

"WOAH. Okay, damn. Sorry." I feel a little bad now. I pick up my cup of coffee and start to leave the tent. I look back and see (y/n) turned around.

Is he...wiping his eyes? Why?

I leave the tent and start walking back to the mess hall. I hang my head, feeling sorry for (y/n).