Road Trip

Sleepover

"A road trip?"
"Yes, why not", Max tried not to sound too excited. But he couldn't cover up a little smile.
"Just the two of us?", asked Charles while struggling to score a goal against his rival on FIFA.
"Well... no, you can ask the other guys if they want to join us."
"Okay, I'll call Carlos in the morn... Uh, nooo, why are you so good at everything", shouted Charles annoyed and jumped up when Max scored.
Max laughed without even moving his eyes from the screen and just continued playing.
He knew that if he looked at Charles' frown, it would be game over for him. That's the key to his success - not looking.
"Uh... Carlos", sighed Max, "I wouldn't say that he likes me too much."
"He's got that Latino personality, not easy for everyone to understand. "
"Now you're saying I don't understand him?", Max put his controller on the table and leaned back on the couch. Charles leaned back as well.
"Well do you?"
"I think I do."

As soon as he opened his eyes he was shocked by the sight. The Ferrari driver asleep on one of the other two couches, his upper body bare, he's only wearing black sweatpants.
Max was feeling exhausted but still had just enough strength to pull himself up into a sitting position. Maybe he drank a bit too much last night, he had the urge to clear his throat what seemed to have woken up Charles. He slowly opened his eyes and they made instant eye contact.
"Good morning, Sleeping beauty."
"What time is it?", Charles sounded even more tired.
"Time for you to put a shirt on", Max looked away and ran his hands through his messy hair. "Anyway, how did I end up crashing at your place?"
"Beer and FIFA, I guess." said Charles while putting his sweater on.
"I assumed."
"Hey, do you want to grab some breakfast together and we could call the guys to ask them if they want to join the road trip?" offered Charles just when the doorbell rang.