Max's pov"That was a lot of fun Mr....?"
"Just call me Jack." My dad said laughing.
How are they so close my dad isn't even this close to any of my other friends. What's weird is that my friends are all guys. I don't have girl friends. I mean to be honest less drama.
"Thanks for taking me Jack."
"No problem. Are you staying for dinner, son?" my dad asked.
HOLY FUDGE NUGGETS! My dad rarely invites anyone to dinner. Only Jordan- my childhood best friend- has ever been invited to dinner. THE FUDGING WORLD HAS GONE MAD!
"Max, are you okay?" My dad asked waving his hand in front of my face." "No! You act like you've known shave since he was in diapers! What's going on?!" I shouted in the parking lot getting a few stares. Right now, I didn't really give a fudge.
My dad chuckled. "I will tell you later."
I'm completely confused. Tell me what!?
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"Jenny! I'm home! And we have guest!" My dad's voice boomed through the house. No answer. I guess she went to another guys house to go fun them. Yup, you heard me right. She cheats on my dad.
"Dad it's okay. She probably still shopping with Ashley. I'll cook." I told him.
"You don't have too I'll cook." He offered. He'll to the no! Last time he nearly killed my and the house.
"No." I scolded. "Do you remember what happened last time? You nearly caught the house on fire!" I waved my hands for effects. "Just go get cleaned up you stink." I teased holding my nose. He rolled his eyes.
"You remind me so much of your mother." He laughed. He hugged me, and during that hug I found out he really does need a shower. He must've been working on the car. He smells like gas, oil, and sweat. I like the smell of gas and oil, just not together and sweat added.
"Dad you seriously stink. I like the smell of gas and oil, just not mixed and sweat added. I said holding back my gagging.
"I let you know when I'm done."
"Okay Max." My dad said walking upstairs.
I smiled and started to get everything ready, forgetting that Shane was still here. I'm making my great grandma's famous potato soup. Only I know how to make it. Because my mom passed it down to me, before...
"Need help?" Shane asked.
"Yes. But no."
"What do you mean?" He asked dumbfounded.
"Yes, I need help. But it's a secret recipe that not even my dad knows."
"Well I could put a blind fold on." He joked.
"Okay. Hold on." I grabbed a scarf and ran back putting it on him.
"Hey! You know I-I was joking, r-right? " he stuttered.
"Yep." I chirp chirped.
"Okay can you see?"
"No." He deadpaned.
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Shane's pov
She put a blind fold over my eyes.
"Okay can you see?" She asked.
"No." I lied. It was a see through scarf. This is funny.
"Okay, good. Now find potatoes." I acted like I couldn't see.
"Bottom or top cabinets?" I asked
"Bottom." She told me giggling. I could hear her moving around.
"You're gonna be the death of me." I mumbled shaking my head. I bent down pretending to look for the handle. I felt Max's hand guide me. I smiled, she chuckled.
So I got the sack of potatoes and so started cutting. She told me I won take to long and I should just watch the football game.
Cleveland v.s. N. Carolina
It's a good game. But I am cheering for N. Carolina. And they're not doing so good. I just don't like Cleveland. I turned off the TV and walked into the kitchen.
I heard Max humming some random tune. I walked up behind her and snake my around her waist putting my chin on her shoulder.
"Yes?" Her angeletic rung through my ears.
"I love you."
"You too, baby." She kissed my cheek. I get it if she's not ready to say I love you back. But I can't wait till then.
I smiled to myself.
"Dinners ready." She said quietly.
"I'll go tell your dad." She nodded her head and smiled.
I climbed upstairs and knocked on his bedroom door.
"Jack the foods ready. We'll be downstairs." I walked back down. I walked into the kitchen and sat down across from Max.
I took a bite of the soup. "Wow. This..is.. really good." I said with a full mouth. She laughed shaking her head.
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Short I know but merry Christmas!
Jay♡♡
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Born To Be A Tomboy
Teen FictionHi. I'm Max Pain. I am 17 almost 18. I never liked being a proper lady. I never liked dresses, barbies, or baby dolls. I always liked being plain, dressing in jeans, basketball shorts, old t-shirts, and hightops. I am anything but a proper lady. I'...