Your POV
It took a while to get to Max's but we got there. 'I'm soo thankful that I get to sleep and a cute guys house!' I though, 'woah, woah hold up sugar plum. You just met him. And noo way he likes you back.' "We're here," Max said pulling into the drive way. He grabbed my bags not letting me help him at all. Not even to open the door.
"Max I could have helped," I said.
"Eh, it was Easier this way,"he shrugged. I rolled my eyes as he opened the door. He brought my bags to a room, "here you can sleep on my room since I don't have another guest room in the house."
"Oh, Max I could sleep on the couch really. Don't worry about that. I'm very well used to it." I said not really wanting to sleep in HIS room on HIS bed.
"No I insist. There is an empty closet to your right the only thing probably in there is a couple sweaters and a few shoes." He said.
"Fine," I said tossing my bags on the bed. Ready to unpack.
"Do you need any help unpacking?" He asked.
"No not really," I said.
"Come on let me help," He's insisted.
"No. Max you've been more than helpful, but I can take care of myself," I said smiling, and getting to work.
"OK. Well I'm gonna make a sandwich want one?" He asked.
"Sure a (f/sw) will be fine," I answered.
"Okydoky" he said.
Max's POV
'Did I seriously just say okydoky?' I thought to myself taking out the bread for our sandwiches. 'Ugh So stupid.'
Your POV
I turned on some music while I packed. Then (f/s) came on and I sung along to it. I finished one bag. I paused my music and walked out of Max's room. "You all finished?" Max asked.
"No I have one more bag to go," I said picking up my sandwich.
"OK good, cause we have to be heading back in a few," he said, "If you're not done by then you could finish later tonight."
"OK," I said taking the last bit of my sandwich, and headed back to Max's room. Unpausing my music and getting back to work.
~•~•~•~•~•~•20 mins later•~•~•~•~•~•~
Max's POV
'Hum we should get going' I thought. "Aly! Its time to go!" I shouted. I got no response. 'She's probably listening to music so she can't hear me.' I walked into my room to find a sleeping Aletta. I didn't want to wake her. 'How dose she sleep with the music on, what song is this?' I thought and as the lyrics played...
🎶 Simmer down, simmer down
They say we're too young now to amount to anything else
But look around
We work too damn hard for this just to give it up now
If you don't swim, you'll drown
But don't move, honey 🎶
I checked on her phone she looks so perfect 'Oh, perfect timing Spotify' I thought. "Al, hey yah need to get up," I said shaking her.
"Whaaa... Wait.. Oh right," she said sleepily. She got up. My eyes widened at her hair when she got up she looked at me and said, "whats you're prob?"
"Well before we go you probably want to brush your hair a little," I said laughing she grabbed a hair brush and brushed her hair down and we headed to the car. She flicked on the radio. 'She loves music: noted' I thought.
Your POV
'Ugh I cant believe I fell asleep' thought shaking my head, 'what if this doesn't work out what If I mess up.' The car ride was silent aside from the music which got blurred by my thoughts.
"Hey are you OK?" Max asked.
"What. Um ya," I said, "I'm fine."
"Huh, are you sure you don't sound it." Max said with a look of concern on his face.
"Well I'm a bit scared," I emitted.
"Aletta, you have nothing to worry about is not that bad once you get used it," He said trying to make me feel better
"Thanks Max, but I..I..I'm scared th...tha..that I'll screw up," I said stumbling on words.
"Hey, how could you? Its editing, if you do you could start all over again," He said. I shrugged and I felt my eyes misting up. 'Oh my Irene I'm staring to cry' I thought, 'thanks anxiety.' He must have noticed, "Hey, Aletta don't worry about a thing I'll help you with anything, and I mean anything." I smiled at his kind words, even blushed a little. "I'm just gonna go out on a limb here and say you have pretty bad anxiety," Max said.
"Heh. How could you tell?" I said with a little sarcasm.
"Well you, were freaking out over nothing," He said.
"Ya my mom had terrible anxiety, and she gave it to me," I said.
"Its gotta suck," he said not really being able to relate.
"Ya," I said.
