Mithross; I'll Protect You

Chapter four; tuna and cuddling

Chapter four

Max P.O.V.

We had just arrived home at seven and Tim decided to make dinner so that left Ross and me alone in the living room. I grabbed the remote and went on Netflix. I switched on a new episode of Sherlock, (HAHAHAHAHAHA! A new episode of Sherlock, that's hilarious!) hoping it would distract Ross. The entire car ride home Ross had been staring at me, not looking away once, and it was starting to creep me out. But he kept on staring at me, not even looking as Benedict Cumberbatch insulted John's mustache and got in a fight. He just kept staring at me. Finally I looked over and asked, "Ross, what the h*** are you doing?" He snapped out of staring at me and daydreaming about God only knows what and looked me in the eyes and said, "Oh, um, nothing."

"Well can you stop staring at me? It's starting to creep me out."

"Oh, uh, okay." He looked at the TV but went back to staring at me after a minute or two. I sighed. This was going to be a long day.

Ross P.O.V.

I couldn't stop thinking about Red's hand on Max's as he helped him up. He couldn't have meant it, but it had hurt. Emotionally, but still. I felt like a part of me was dying when I saw them smile at each other... I have to make sure this never happens again. I'll just tell Red I want to talk to him, then I'll tell him to stay away from Max. Forever. Yea, that sounds like it'll work. I turned back to Max, and admired his lovely ginger hair. It looked so soft and fluffy... I reached over and stroked it. He looked over at me but turned back to the TV, letting out a long sigh. I was right, his hair was really fluffy. Tim walked in holding a whole tuna and a knife to see me scoot closer to Max and continue to pet his hair. Tim turned around and walked back out to the kitchen and muttered under his breath, "F*** this sh*t I'm out." I turned back to Max and leaned on his shoulder. He looked down at me then back at the TV.

Tim Tim P.O.V (SURPRISE!)

I opened the door to the apartment then went to make dinner, leaving Ross and Max alone. I opened the fridge and took out a tuna. A whole tuna. Like, with the head still attached. I sighed. This is why I never let Ross do the shopping. I grabbed a knife and walked into the other room to ask Max and Ross for help, aaaaaaannnnd interrupted cuddle time. Ross had scooted over to Max and had leaned his head on Max's shoulder and was playing with his ginger hair. I could see Max start to blush, trying not to react to Ross. He looked over at Ross's head, and then, to my surprise, leaned his head on Ross's. I turned around and muttered, "F*** this sh*t I'm out. " and walked back into the kitchen. I could gut a tuna on my own.