OBLIVION // MAXMOEFOEXREADER

Part 4

Your POV

"Umm, where are we?" I ask, as I pulled the car into a parking space at a small Waffle House.

"Obviously at a fucking dinah'!" Max answered, shuffling out of the vehicle.

"Max," I stifled a smile, "This... is where you live?" I ridiculed, watching him stare me down with a nasty look.

"Don't act fucking retarded, (Y/N)" He retorted as I left and locked the car. Ding ding ding, he's a cranky one! It must be a morning thing, as I myself hate early mornings. We approach the building, pulling the red, sticky door open. The diner had a rich aroma of bitter coffee, the grease of fried ham, and a fluffy smell of sweet pancakes. We took our seats at the bar, and the setting looked as if we were in a vintage painting. Without hesitation, we ordered.

"Good node." Max spoke, chomping on his strawberry waffle, sided with hashbrowns, sausage, and eggs. It felt like the more I was with him, the more he started acting like how he portrays himself in the videos. I look over with a  tight-lipped smile and nod slowly, chewing on a piece of crunchy toast. 

11 minutes later

"Are you finished yet?" He dictated, watching me drink the rest of my water.

I held up a finger as I finished, "Yes, princess. Happy?" I said, and proceeded to leave my chair.

"What're you fuckin' gay?" Max slaps the twenty dollar bill onto the check as he taunted me, following me towards the door. 

"I guess you would know better than anyone else since you were biting the pillow last night." I smirked, opening the bright red, squeaky door and Max leaves with a roll of his blue eyes. "Alright, so you aren't gonna come back with me to my place.. So tell me the actual directions this time." I announced in a fruity tone, twirling the keys.

"Actually," Max snatched the keys, "I'll drive. How else would you get back to your place?"

"I-" I paused, rethinking the situation. He was right, how else would I get back without taking his car. My brain scrambled to find a reason why I should drive. I let out a sigh, and made my way to the car. "Asshole." I muttered, kicking a rock. 

"What was that?" He said, clearly teasing me with a sly smile. He unlocked the car, and opened his door. He climbed in and I followed suit. Max pulled out from the parking space, and drove towards the traffic lights. The traffic snaked up the hill, three lines of steel and tire, each capable of over two hundred kilometres per hour, but only averaging about five in their stop-start fashion. I turned off the frosty breeze flowing from the vents, and rolled down the window. The fresh air brushed my face as I barely stick my head out the window.

"Max the traffic right now- it's gonna take us at least an hour or two just to-"

"I know!" He sighed, slapping the leather steering wheel. Turned in my chair, I stare at Max. I wedged a conversation through the frustrating silence. He replied, and I replied, until it turned into casual chatter. The talk was littered with smiles, the real communication, not the words. He began telling stories about his craziest videos, and how he's had the cops called on him several times. I would nod attentively and listen to the tales. He went on about cutting himself on shards of broken plates, and how it left a nasty scar on his foot. We'd go back and forth, babbling about how dumb we are and how many mistakes we've made. Once there was no more to say, we gazed at each other.