Dressed Up in Gold; Various!Holes {x} OC!Reader

~ Getting to Know You ~

( Max's Pov )

Hmm..Mickey is...interesting...

I wonder why she..well..did what she did.
There has to be a reason but I'll have to wait to ask her.
Don't want her getting mad at me.

I spared a glance out the window taking notice at how far out the bus had gone.

Sandy ground..?

We were far out fooor sure.
Fooor-flipping-suure.

I was mad not knowing of the harsh conditions beforehand but how can I complain?
I have at least some people to keep me company.
And Mickey looked like a nice kid when you got to know her and I really can't complain about Racko either.

Mickey had a Boston drawl. Sure it didn't stick out like a sore thumb but I'll have fun getting to know her.

But anyways, she sported yellow sneakers and a facade some would find rude.
Once you broke through her facade you found her to be sweet.
But she seemed to be the kind of girl who had panic attacks.
I should ask.

"Hey Mick?" I asked, looking down at the brunette who was fiddling with her fingers.

"Yes Max?" Mickey asked, lifting her head to stare back at me.

"Did you have a panic attack?"

"Panic attack when?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

"When you killed her."

"Oh..well, they aren't panic attacks.. They are black outs..and I'll gladly tell you why I..get..them."

I nodded.

I awaited fher response.
​​​​​​When it found it's way to my ears I was shocked.

"I get black outs from the stuff I take, the pills I take. I never wanted to take them in the first place! Sure they held off the blindness but I never wanted the black outs! I never asked for them! I n-never did. Whenever I woke up from the black outs I'd see the same thing, yellow. That's all I seen. It blinded me...." She trailed off, her eyes brimming with tears.

I patted her back, leaning into her a bit. "Sorry for getting you worked up."

"It's alright Jailbird."

"Eh?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"She just gave you a nickname Max!" Racko barked, he was clearly irritated with the heat that was seeping through the bus's vents for sure. I'm not even sure if the heat is getting into the bus that way.
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"Eh, Jailbird?"

"Yup!" Mickey chimed, the yellow hues she called her eyes sparkling in amusement.

Jailbird, I like it.

( Mickey's Pov )

I had gone back to staring out the window not finding Jailbird and Racko's conversation interesting, not yet anyway.
Holes littered the sandy land that laid outside the bus.

Weird.

The bus driver was constantly looking back at us, probably expecting us to be ripping each other apart but, no, he found us conversing well earlier he did but now he only saw Racko and Jailbird talking to each other while I sat by the window, looking out at the dusty plains that were littered with holes.

The guard was a whole different story in my opinion.
He would, if we got a bit to loud, snap at us. It didn't bother me.
He didn't even bother snapping at me and he seemed to like that I had stayed quiet.
He would shoot Jailbird glares if she even mentioned him but Jailbird just shrugged him off and continued to converse with Racko.
He seemed like a man who liked quiet and didn't stand for people horsing around.

The bus driver seemed hesitant.
But the guard seemed serious.

They were polar opposites to me.

The bus driver pulled the clutch back, slamming the bus to an abrupt halt.
I lurched forward, slamming my forehead against the window.

"Ow!" I exclaimed.
I rubbed at my forehead, trying to ease the pain.

I looked up out the window.
It was the camp I was told so much about at the courthouse!
It had character that's all I have to say.

The guard barked. "Time to get off!"

Racko and Jailbird grabbed their stuff and stood up but something was up, it seemed they were waiting for me.

I smiled up at the pair of crazy haired kids and grabbed my backpack, slipping it on.
Jailbird and Racko scampered off the bus, Racko dragging me off since I was-probably-going a bit to slow for his liking.
The guard pushed past us. "Foll-" He was abruptly cut off.

"FRESH MEAT!" A kid who was draped in orange called from his place on one of the cabins' porches.

He didn't have to be loud 'bout it.

Jailbird elbowed me. "He should keep it on the low when he yells, shouldn't he?" She asked, a lazy grin spreading itself across her lips.

"Yup."

"Follow me.." The guard sighed.

He led us to a cabin, that looked worn and dirty.
He knocked on the cabin door.

"Who is it?" A gruff voice rang.

"Officer Tim and I have the new campers...?" It seemed like more of a question than an answer.

"Oi, 'alright." A gruff man opened up the door.

He sported a Texan drawl and a cowboy-like attire.
Not to mention the shoes he wore, cowboy boots that seemed to be dreadfully worn.
His gruff voice just added to how tough this man looked.

He said, his gruff voice giving me the shudders. "C'mon in."

Maybe he wasn't as mean as he looked.

He disappeared into the cabin, the guard following. Us having no choice so we followed the two into the cabin.
It was an office not a living space by the looks of it.
The gruff man was grabbing at a clipboard that was stuck high up on a shelf.

And let me tell you, that man couldn't reach it even if his life depended on it.

The guard had left and not helped him grab it but I have no idea why he would.
Racko, instead, helped the gruff man grab the clipboard.
He reached out and grabbed the clipboard off the shelf.
He handed it to the gruff man, a wry smile making it's way onto his lips.

The gruff man was having trouble holding back a smile and you could tell.

Racko made everyone smile.

He took the clipboard from his hands and sat down behind his desk. "Take a seat."

Jailbird and Racko took a seat while I leaned against Racko.

"Jack Ross, Maxwell Ross, and Mickey Dewitt? Welcome to Camp Green Lake where you three will be staying for....20 months....each?"
"But anyhow, I'm Mr. Sir. You shall address me by Mr. Sir and that's it, understood?" He added, hastily.

"Yes, Mr. Sir." We replied.

"You three were sent 'er for a reason and I expect the three of you to work hard. This is not a girl scout camp! Now, tell me did you see any guard towers outside? Any fences? Any guards and such?"

"No, Mr. Sir." We replied.

"You know why? We got the only water in 100 miles! And as you've seen this isn't even a lake. But anyhow, if you ran off you'd be picked clean by the buzzards before the third day! That's why we don't have those..things.. We have our own little oasis. Now tell me would you run or would you like to stay?"

"We'd like to stay Mr. Sir." We replied.

Mr. Sir got up and walked over to the door. "C'mon we got some explainin' to do." He snorted.

..This man is going to be the end of me..