❝ there isn't a word to describe how much i hate you ❞
❝ would it help you find one if i hit you with a dictionary? ❞
✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ- a story in which two rivals are given an ultimatum in order to save their careers while simultaneously fighting for the...
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THE PLAN WAS TO sleep as long as possible. however, when you're stuck with max in a room, that's not possible.
"ouch, fuck!" max's voice woke her with a start, the sound of metal clanging following it.
"for fucks sake," she grumbled, rubbing her eyes as she sat up. immediately, she cringed backwards when she felt something brush her cheek. when her vision cleared, she noticed that string was hanging in front of her — lots of it. following it up . . .
"oh my," she gasped, eyes locked on the ceiling. what looked like a hundred balloons were dusting the roof of the ceiling, colouring the white roof in shades of pink.
and then she remembered what she heard from the other room. snapping out of her daze at the strange sight she woke up to, she picked up an oversized shirt and pulled it on over the sports bra she had on. she climbed out of bed and walked into the kitchen. "max?" she called out.
"isabel, hi," he acknowledged, a metal spatula in his hand as he turned away from the frying pan. "happy birthday."
isabel's eyebrows furrowed. "how did you—"
"i'm not stupid," he rolled his eyes. "but i made breakfast because charles said so," he then muttered, "why i listen to him is beyond me."
"thanks . . .?" unsure, she walked closer to the stovetop that max was in front of. a plate of pancakes was beside it along with cut up banana. he flipped some of the pancakes in the pan.
"charles, carlos, lando and noah are coming over apparently," he shrugged, "i can leave."
"maybe you are stupid," isabel rolled her eyes as she leaned against the corner, watching the pancakes in the pan. "this is your hotel room and you cooked. stay."
"huh?"
"yes, you heard me," she waved off as she straightened back up and walked away from the kitchen. "you'll probably flirt with my brother the whole time, anyway," she said under her breath as she left to go get dressed.
max heard her and rolled his eyes, focusing back on the pancakes.
x
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" noah, charles, lando and carlos chorused as soon as isabel opened the door when she heard knocking.
charles got through first and wrapped his sister into a tight hug. "joyeux anniversaire."
"merci, je t'aime beaucoup," she squeezed charles once more before letting go of him. immediately, lando swept her off her feet and spun her around.
"you're old!" he grinned, setting her back down on the ground.
