- the quarry oneshots -

max b. - a confusing night

- word count: 1,304 || warnings: swearing || 1st person -
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    Being best friends with someone like Max was difficult.

After all, he was dating Laura, someone who obviously was much better for him. And with this stupid werewolf curse looming over our heads, there was no time for unrequited love.

"Alright, we're here," Laura stopped my thoughts and the boat as we found ourselves docked at the island.

She immediately climbed out, grabbing my hand. Just as I attempted to get out after her, my shin slammed into a plank, causing me to fall forwards into Max.

"Shit!" I yelled out, feeling hands grab my waist. Max's hands.

"Woah, hey," he positioned me upwards, "I gotcha."

"Sorry, sorry!" I stammered, finally standing upright.

"It's no worries," he nodded, helping me get onto the dock.

We were stationed at the old treehouse on the island at Hackett's Quarry. The plan was for us to wait here until it was time for Laura and I to head over to the Lodge and find Chris Hackett. And why exactly did we need to do that?

Because Chris Hackett infected Max and now he can turn into a werewolf.

Believe it or not, we were supposed to be camp counselors at Hackett's Quarry Summer Camp. It was supposed to be a relaxing summer. I mean— we were supposed to hang around a campfire singing songs and hang out with pesky kids.

But we just HAD to leave a day early.

"Watch your step," Laura quickly spoke, stepping over a fallen branch.

"Right," I stepped over, lugging the bag on my shoulder.

"Y'know, I can take the bag, Y/N," Max's voice from behind scared me, "I'm not feeling sick yet."

"I can handle it," I rebut, the straps weighing down on my shoulder, "and besides, I think you need to reserve your energy for when the time comes."

"Don't give me that," he sighed, stopping himself from moving.

Laura had kept on moving, focusing on the task on hand. I continued moving until I realized Max wasn't following anymore.

"What?" I turned, facing him.

"Don't.." he paused, "don't act that way."

"What way?"

"That way you get when you get all mopey and sad."

"Mopey and sad?" I repositioned the bag, now feeling a fire boil inside me, "what the hell do you mean by that?"

"I— I didn't mean—" he shook his head, "sorry. Sorry."

I pushed myself to continue walking, unable to find the right words to say to Max at this point. He definitely took my silence as a go-to for "shut up" and chose not to speak anymore on the subject.

We finally caught up with Laura as she situated herself inside the treehouse. I dropped the bag to the side, stretching my arms. Max decided to check the windows, gazing at the nature in front of him.

"Okay," Laura patted her hands together, "I think we've got a few more hours until the moon rises. Y/N, can you check through the bag? Make sure the stuff we need is ready to go?"

I nodded, quickly moving to look through the bag.

"I'm gonna start a fire down there, give us some warmth," she threw her firearm over her shoulder, "you two be sure to not fight or anything, okay?"