Mithross! Mass or moss :3

Chapter 3

Thanks for all of the support on continuing this story guys! I'm glad you like it... So yeah thanks and enjoy! (I STILL NEED IDEAS PLEASE HALP)

Max's POV
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I now know I have made a mistake, as I have to drive Tim, and Ross home and since I sorta kissed Ross the drive will be hella awkward. I sigh, it was time to leave now. And I need to get out of this darn office. Ross pops out of his office his usual chirpy self, until he sees me. Should I run? Face him? No I should apologise, but he kissed my nose first why should I say sorry? He starts to walk towards me but when he reaches me he doesn't say anything. Just stares into my eyes, then he nods as if confirming something.

"Yup, you're better than Miku." He chirps and walks out of the office to the car. I feel my face go crimson and Tim call me to get in the car, I just figured something out.
I've definitely fallen for Ross.

Ross' POV
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The car trip home is dead silent, Max is focusing on the road while sipping some take-a-way coffee (from IHop)and Tim is glancing between us obviously confused, we usually take this time to argue. But something seems to click in his brain as he smirks.
"So when's the wedding!" Tim shouts.
This causes Max to spit his hot coffee all over me, since I got front seat.

"Oh god I'm so sorry Ross! What the fuck Tim?!" He yells,

Tim laughs hysterically. But to me the thought of a wedding with Max sounds like a dream of mine, I'd sure look good in a dress. I chuckle to myself at the thought.

"Tim we could have crashed you know!" Max yells glaring at him through the review mirror.

Tim grins triumphantly "Oh come on Max, it was funny! But seriously as if Ross would actually get married to you." He chuckles,.
Max though looks down, "Well, why not?" He whispers.

"OHHHHHHH MAXY LIKES ROSS," Tim yells.

"No you moron! Why would I ever like this idiot!" He gestures to me. "I meant what's wrong with me? You act like me getting married is a bad thing!" Max retorts, I feel my heart shatter.

I hold back the tears that threaten to fall, but Max takes one look at me and sees through me. He stops talking. The car is again. Dead silent. Until Tim listing reasons why Max should not be a husband ever. But between Max and I, silence and chilled air is all I can hear and feel. I hope Max didn't mean that. Because I've always had a crush on the guy. As I admit it, I regret it. A blush crawls up my cheeks. And in the corner of my eye, I see Max smile.