Forgive (Mithzan X the reader)

Chapter Twelve: Sigh

Hey, everyone! Back at it again with another chapter! Well, I have some things to address while you're still reading this. First of all, thank you for 400 reads! Like, holy crap! That's a lot of reads. Secondly, I have to give a shoutout to some people who have been voting on almost all of my chapters! Those people are Eclipse_sama9000 and Harley_Quinn007 ! So, thanks, you guys, so much! Lastly, if you think the description of "(Y/N)" is not what you expected or what you seem like in real life, I just want to say that I'm basing it off of me. I hope that clarifies things a little bit. Comment what "(Y/N)" should do at times so it makes the story more relatable. For example, if you wear dresses and high heels instead of beanies and band shirts, tell me! So, I can incorporate some of that into the story. Remember, this is the reader's story, which is you. I want to make this story enjoyable for everyone. Other than that, enjoy this chapter of Forgive and the music I have paired it with. Goodbye and I appreciate your existence! ~S.R ;3

SONG: Mrs. Potato Head // ARTIST(S): Melanie Martinez // I DO NOT OWN THIS SONG! ;3

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Previously on Chapter Eleven of Forgive...

Great. Now they're sharing shirts. No, it's okay, Ross. Be supportive.

"Oh, okay," I say, shyly.

They're not dating, Ross. Calm down.

"But, why are you wearing his shirt? You have shirts in your suitcase," Eli intervenes.

She shrugs. "Heat of the moment, I guess," she answers as she winks at Max.

Yup. They're definitely dating.

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Max's POV

I run to the bathroom to find (Y/N) soaking wet in the shower. Her long and wavy hair dripping water, her shirt completely immersed, and her jeans surprisingly dry. Well, not completely dry. There were some splotches wet but the rest was bone dry.

I lean in the doorway and chuckle as I notice the angered expression on her face. "I thought I told you not to turn it. I told you," I say, emphasizing the last part.

"I thought I told you to shut up already," she mutters through her clutched teeth.

"You did," I exclaim as I grab a towel hanging on a nearby rack. "But, it's more fun not to listen."

"Hand me the towel," she demands before tossing her the towel.

She dries herself off and wrap the towel on her head to completely cover her hair. A single strand sticks out in the back. Her black t-shirt still soaked.

I should probably give her a dry shirt to borrow, since she is my guest. No, that's stupid. She has a whole suitcase of clothes. Why would I ask her if she wants-

"You want to a borrow a shirt from me?" I blindly ask.

What is wrong with you, Maxwell?

She stares at me for a second, contemplating whether or not she should accept.

"Um, sure. Thanks, Maxy," she finally says with a small grin.

"Alright, cool," I utter, nervously. Why am I so nervous around her all of a sudden? "Follow me."

We exit the bathroom and enter the hallway. The hallway had photos of friends and family, funny quotes that were framed, and other things that you would normally put on a wall. As we walk further down the corridor, we pass Ross's bedroom, which was completely silent compared to other parts of the home, and pass Tim's bedroom. As we pass, we hear Tim and the other kid, Eli, talking to each other about technology and crap. Well, it's mostly Eli talking. All I hear from Tim is, "that's so cool" and "mmhmm."