CW: Alcohol use.
Max untangled himself from his sleeping bag and the extra blankets he wasn't sure why he even packed. He got out of the tent walking along the trail to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Today everyone was planning to explore the land and then tell horror stories by the fire tonight. It was a simple and relaxing day planned.
Max was happy to be camping again, he remembered when he was younger and was living with his dad at the time, Kaylee and he would create makeshift campsites in their backyard. It was nostalgic to think back to all the fun he would have setting it up and Kaylee adding her own touch as well.
Colorful lights were hung up on the back porch, the tents would always have too many pillows, and the pranks on their dad would only end when they were asleep. It was one of his favorite memories as a kid, to think about all the times they spent out there and the few times they rushed back inside because they heard something just a little too close to the tent after they got done telling horror stories to one another.
As Max walked down the path he took in the nature around him. They picked a great time to go camping, the trees were perfectly green and the days bright and sunny. It was perfect for a summer day, the warmth of the sun felt like a comforting hug.
Max got to the washroom and quickly took a shower, brushed his teeth, and got ready for the day. Pulling on his colorful shorts and a matching tie-dye t-shirt. He knew with the walk they had planned he would want to wear light colors, the sun was not going to be so forgiving to anyone who wore anything else.
By the time Max was done getting ready and back to the campsite, everyone was getting ready themselves either walking to the washrooms or back from them. Finn looked like someone punched him in the arm, already bruising over. Max would have asked if he was okay, but knowing Finn he deserved it for whatever he said or did this time.
"Good morning, Max," Kaylee smirked. "You sleep well?"
Max knew the whole: "My tent was torn at the last minute," was a total lie. He knew that if he argued then he would just make it into a big deal and he really didn't want Bexon to think it was him or something and make the man uncomfortable.
Max nodded to Kaylee, even if it was also a total lie. Last night he couldn't stop laughing when he flopped onto the air mattress sending Bexon into the side of the tent. When the laughing did die down Max couldn't sleep, he was too afraid he'd wake up cuddling Bexon or something.
Max knew he was a cuddler, he moved closer to whoever was next to him—or in more cases than not he would have to cuddle a body pillow, or else he would roll off the bed entirely. It was like he was searching in his sleep for someone to hold—as if he were completely touch-starved.
Kaylee knew this, she knew Max would wake up on the floor most mornings until August bought him a body pillow for his birthday and it helped. However, Kaylee knew Max would most likely end up cuddling Bexon—and then probably get suffocated with his pillow for touching him.
It was rude and she knew it.
Max wasn't going to let it bother him, he would just have to figure something out, hugging his pillow closer or laying even farther away on the air mattress. It would be okay.
The day seemed to go by much quicker than Max would have liked.
They all ate breakfast together by the fire and packed a lunch for later, making sure they also had everything for their walk around the area.
The atmosphere was calm, it was nice to relax—to have no worries or anxiety worming their way into his head like they always seemed to do no matter what. Max had more bad days with his anxiety and it seemed to fade down a bit while he was out of his routine.
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RomanceBexon Venturi was the embodiment of death. He worked hard to stay at the top of all his classes, which left him no room to dwell on his unpleasant past. Years spent convinced it was his fault took their toll; he was distant and only allowed a few...
