Dreams Can Become Reality (A House_Owner/YourPalRoss X Reader fanfic)

Stress, Comfort, Relief

Your POV (wait to press play)
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Max and I were walking home from work. Ross and Tim had to stay a bit later.

"You jerks and your Lego Challenge!" I yelled.

"Haha, welcome to Sky Media." Max replied, laughing at my pain.

As happy as I was to hear that, I'll get him.

"Thanks. And welcome to cold head day." I said, and smirked.

"What..?" He looked confused but then I snatched his beanie and ran.

"OH NO YOU DON'T!" He chased me down the sidewalk to our apartment.

"COME AT ME BRO. I'M A SPEED DEMON!" I yelled, running as fast as I can.

I opened the door to our apartment, but I was too slow. He tackled me and we were both on the ground, him on top of me, face to face.

"Hi." He smiled.

"H-Hi." I said, a bit uncomfortable.

"Guess what?" He said, still on top of me.

"What..?" I replied.

He took the beanie from my hand and hit me over the head with it. He stood up. I got to my knees.

"DAMNIT!" I yelled, punching the ground.

He pulled me up. "Thanks." I said.

"Anytime." He replied.
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Max's POV
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JESUS CHRIST

I'VE NEVER BEEN THAT CLOSE TO HER

WE WERE FACE TO FACE

IT WAS SO...awkward. For her at least. I didn't mind.

BUT WOW.

"Hey (Y/N), I'm gonna jump in the shower."

"K." She replied.

I got in and thought about everything that just happened.
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Your POV
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While Max was in the shower, I put my earbuds in and put my playlist on shuffle.

Hurricane by Panic! At The Disco came on first
(AYE WHERE MY PANIC! FANS AT?)

*press play (lyrics if u want)*
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Are you worth your weight in gold?
Cause you're behind my eyelids when I'm all alone
Hey, stranger, I want you to catch me like a cold.
You and god both got the guns, when you shoot I think I'd duck.

I led the revolution in my bedroom and I set all the zippers free.
We said, "No more war, no more clothes!
Give me peace.
Oh kiss me!"

Hey! Hey! We are a hurricane!
Drop our anchors in a storm.
Hey! They will never be the same,
A fire in a flask to keep us warm.
Cause they know, I know
That they don't look like me.
Oh, they know, I know
That they don't sound like me.

You'll dance to anything!
You'll dance to anything!

Oh I'd confess, I'd confess in a room where I'm blessed.
But he didn't come and speak to me,
Or put my heart at ease.
And I believe that half the time
I am a wolf among the sheep
Gnawing at the wool over my eyes.