If Only...

21

I laid with my pillow between my legs, cramps had me up as Max was snoring softly next to me. It was 4am and I hadn't slept at all. He had held me, tried to comfort me but as long as I was in physical pain, it was better to just leave me be. Max hadn't labeled us yet, which was sort of a relieve. It secretly did worry me but we slept in the same bed every night, so I wasn't complaining. I tightened the grip on the pillow as I started to sweat thanks to the cramps.

"You okay, babe?"
"Just go sleep, little tomato." I replied.
"Is it that bad?" He rubbed my back.
"Yeah, I don't want you to stay up because of me though."
"It's okay babe."
"No, you should sleep, it'll pass soon." A whimper escaped my lips. "I'll go lay on the couch."
"Stay here, you can keep me up. I'll take a nap on the plane."

I didn't reply, I was warm, hot.

"You are sweating."
"I'm so warm." I complained. "Gonna take a shower."

No reply as I got out of bed.

A big Red Bull hoodie, a Red Bull cap, sunglasses and sweatpants. My favourite style. So comfy, Lewis stared at me as I passed him.

"You dressed down." He cocked an eyebrow.
"Time of the month." Max informed all the men close by. "She hasn't slept, ate 4 buckets of Ben and Jerry's and she's in pain."
"Must be terrible." Hulk patted my head.

Dan pulled me away from the men. My emotional rollercoaster was at its high, so I just started crying.

"What you do?!" Max yelled at Dan.
"I did nothing, this is her third day if I'm correct." Dan hugged me. "Third day is her crying day, tomorrow she'll be all normal. Apart from the bleeding vag."
"You've got to write that down for me." Max rubbed my back as I felt like dying. "Come on cutie, time to get to the gate."

He just pulled me along.

"Good afternoon, Jaden." Chris smiled at me as I barged in.
"Morning, do you have any ibuprofen?"
He opened a drawer and threw me strip of ibuprofen. "Heard it from Dan."
"Yeah, I cried at the airport." I swallowed the pills.
"You and Max getting along better?"
"We try." I didn't lie, he didn't need to know, that we had sex on the daily.
"Good, the vlogs are looking better." He smiled as I stood up. "Oh and safe sex, please."
"I don't do sex."I stated.
"Sure, daughter." He winked.
"I know you want grandkids but I haven't found the right sperm donor."

We both chuckled as I got up.

"See you, next week." He waved as I walked out.
"Jade?" Max grabbed my hand. "Do you have a few?"
"Give me a few, I need to... Freshen up." I smiled and walked off.

As I got out of the ladies room, I met up with Max. We made our way to the canteen.

"I know it might be soon but do you think we can start living together." He started as I just kept quiet, the answer would be no, anyway. "You editing in the kitchen, is ridiculous."
"Max, let's not." I shook my head grabbing my mug.
"Why not?" He questioned as I filled my mug and ordered a grilled cheese sandwich.
"Cause we aren't together and if we are together, it's only a couple of weeks." I paid for my sandwich. "And we are somewhat living together. Even our hotel rooms are always next to each other and connected."
"Don't you want to live together?"
"I don't think it's a very smart idea." I sat at an empty table. "If you want to buy a house, go buy it."
"I want you to stay there 24/7."
"Can't we just see how it goes?" I stared at him. "We haven't labeled what we are, I don't mind. So why live together?"
"Isn't it obvious that we are dating?!" Frustration filled his voice. Making some people look at us.
"I'll talk tow you when you are calm, cause two hormonal people arguing can only end up in a yelling match." I filled my mouth.

It was going well, but his 'living together' fucked it up.

"Can you at least think about it?"
"Max, can you please try to see where I come from?" I rubbed my face.
"I know but come on."

I stood up and quickly drank my  coffee. I walked to the kitchen and placed my cup in the dishwasher.

"Jaden?" I heard my name. "Jaden Vermeer?"
"Yes?" I got back to canteen.
"Your mom on the phone." The PA from Chris looked at me.

I walked my way towards my parents home, 8:30pm. My dad got hit while cycling to his work. We didn't live in a fancy neighbourhood. My father laid in the hospital, according to my mom he looked horrible. She was crying on the phone, screaming that I had to come home. Christian already sorted my stuff out. My feet were heavy as I walked into my street. The houses looked the same, smaller maybe. I unlocked the front door and got attacked by my crying mother. I held her, rubbing her back.

"Max, get inside." I moved my mother out the way, so he could pass. "What's ours, is yours."
"He just got hit." She was sobbing.
"Let me make you some tea. "She didn't let go.

After calming my mom, I introduced Max as my boyfriend to save ourselves all the hassle. She wouldn't whine about sleeping in the same bed. As soon as she laid in bed, I started to clean the house.

"She seems nice." Max held my waist.
"She is." I nodded. "Well let's go to my room."

He walked in, his mouth open. My room was done by myself, graffiti-ed and sloppily painted. A F1 car, a lot like an Red Bull car but the person driving it had long red hair coming out of her helmet.

"Who did your room?" Max ran his fingers across.
"I did for a YouTube video." I undressed myself. "It took about 3 weeks."
"You should ask Dillon, if you are allowed to turn an empty room in a studio or so." He kept his eyes on the wall.
"Max lay down." I sighed before turning on the lamp on my nightstand.
"You got a king-size bed." He turned off the light in the room.
"Of course silly." I rolled my eyes as he undressed. "Had one since I was twelve, it was easier for friends to stay over."
"Friends?" He got in bed.
"Never had sex here." I cleared his mind.
"Good." He nodded. "We can always change that."

The smirk in his voice said enough. But that wasn't going to happen, Max doesn't enter the red sea.