Promise || maxley

5. Lazy Day

I woke up on the couch seeing bobby on the floor with the head on his own puke.
What an awesome vision...

I lazily and still a bit wasted head myself to the bathroom seeing another amazing vision... P.J.in the shower almost naked with a puked shirt as a hat sleeping, I refuse to do anything there till I clean this

Yesterday night went crazy... we had an house party to cheer me up and it went kinda out of control

I wonder if...

I look up for the new notifications on my phone... nah It's just a- no way.

stupid dork: yes of course, I'd love that.

No fucking way. What the fuck is wrong with my drunk self

Stupid stupid Max

Whatever... I still have a bad headache I really don't want to see him like that... I MEAN ITS NOT CUZ I DONT LOOK GOOD TO SEE HIM it's just that I feel way better without him.

lie

I really want to see him... I know I still got that feeling when I'm near him... when we talk... agh...

I respond to him with an happy cat emoji...
I mean I can't dump him after asking him out

even after all the things he said to me... I still believe he's better than that and I don't know why

I go upstairs to tidy up my room noticing a little photo under my chair... how the heck did that went down there

A part is missing and I can see only my very young self in it... I don't even remember where and when my dad took it but I have a strange feeling

I take a picture of that photo and send it to my dad asking him what he can remember about it, I'm very curious

After a few minutes he replies telling me he has no idea... as I put it in a spot of my photos board I look so happy and peaceful in that photo like it was the best day of my life... I wonder what the other part has on
maybe nothing or just a tree or a house, but that feeling that started growing earlier is almost telling me there was someone that I somehow forgot about.

Maybe it has something to do with my recurring dream? It's kinda scary ngl
I should ask Stacy she loves this type of odd stuff and she's reliable.

I go downstairs to wake up my friends and they seem to be way more wasted then I currently am
We should've drank less yesterday...
but I'm happy I'll see Bradley, tho I really hope he's doing alright cause he had such a look on his face as he seemed almost sorrowful when he left

Bobby: hey Max, you know today you have to "talk better to Bradley" right?

Bobby said while cleaning his face and hair from the puke.

M: yeah... gosh what else am I supposed to say I mean I know I was pretty cold to him but it was because I was still hurt... what am I supposed to do?

Bobby: well I guess you suppose to bring that hidden light he has deep inside him so he'll be less an asshole and you guys can live an happy ever after

M: I can see improvements on your philosophical and psychological skills from that class

B: yeah yeah I know I'm doing my best- anyway what about that dream? the odd and recurring one? Any development?

M: I think I might have almost solved the hidden message that it has but I need Stacy to got it she's good with wierd things

PJ: Stacy? she's coming back from paris this weekend, she'll stay with us btw

B: AND YOU'RE TELLING US NOW? LOOK AT THE STATE OF THE HOUSE ITS A TOTAL MESS

PJ: NOT MY FOULT DUDE SHE TOLD LIKE AN HOUR AGO!

M: guys can you stop yelling I don't need to aggravate my headache right now

Them in unison: sorry Max

I chuckle a bit as they join me, we are like a family I mean they are almost my brothers to me especially bobby... he always had been staying over my house for sleepovers when we were kids whenever his mother drank too much causing her to raise her hands on him, every time I saw him with bruises I just new and took him with me at my house... he was there when my mom passed away, when I had my first crush, when the problems were swallowing me in a spiral... he was there.

I'm glad to have them both.

After almost 10 minutes of spacing out on the couch I bring my lazy ass to the bathroom to clean the shower from PJ's puke  and take one cause I smell like that old cheese everyone refuse to eat or trow away.

I roll myself a J and start cleaning that mess, when I'm finished I take a shower brush my teeth and do my skin care routine looking almost decent

I go to my bedroom, still high, to get some fresh clothes: a purple shirt with a black sweater above and a pair of black baggy with my usual shoos and gloves
I comb my hair spray some deodorant and perfume as I'm finally feeling fresh and clean

I'm ready to see him.

Author's note 🫶
Sorry for the boring chapter! The next one will have something more...