All My Doubts; Minecraftfinest (MCfinest) FanFiction

CH16: Tickles & Baking

I wake up, 11:37am, hmm wasn't too late today; good for me.

I get out of bed and take a shower, then pick out short shorts and a white loose tank. I leave my hair in a high messy bun and put on my neon cat socks, because why not? It wasn't like I was going anywhere today. I end up putting a bit of mascara on, but that's it, then I head downstairs. I get a bag of chips and turn the tv on.

My mom was out for the day, so I was home alone. Me and Netflix. Oh, and food.

Duh.

I watch about 20 minutes and the doorbell rings. I panic, who could that be? It's not like I invited anyone?

I open the door, but only to be greeted by Max. I sigh as he takes his shoes off and walks inside, without an invitation into my home.

"Max what are you doing here? I look like a mess."

"Eh, I was bored and are you home alone?" He responds.

"I am indeed, alone, so bye," I reply holding the door open for him.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Max come on, I look terrible and I'm tired," I say half-annoyed.

"You don't look THAT bad," he says shrugging.

"Gee thanks, way to lift a girl's self-esteem," I reply annoyed.

"I won't bother you, I'm home alone too, so I wanted company."

I think it over, knowing there's no hope for me getting him out anyway.

"Ugh, you can stay, but one wrong move and I'm kicking you out," I say while locking the door shut.

I walk over and sit on the opposite side of the couch he was sitting on.

He looks over to me, "really? Am I that bad to be around?"

"Pretty much," I reply.

He scoots next to me and we watch the show in peace.

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After about 2 hours, Max turns the tv off for no reason.

"What the hell Max?"

"What," he responds innocently.

"Why'd you turn the tv off?" I ask pissed.

"It was getting boring."

"Are you kidding me, I was watching that."

"So?" He shrugs.

"You want me to punch you in the face?" I ask.

"You're not strong enough, a baby would have a bigger impact," he replies completely serious.

Was this kid forreal? He actually thinks I'm weak.

"Oh yeah, you wanna fight?" I ask Max.

"I can't hit a girl," he replies.

"I knew you'd make up something," I say smiling.

He raises his eyebrows and in a split second knocks me gently onto the fuzzy rug on the floor.

He smiles and looks down, taking me off guard. Quickly, he straddles me and trails his hands down to my waist where he starts tickling me.

"Stop-Max-seriously," I say laughing in between words.

I squirm, trying to get out of his reach, still stuck in a fit of giggles.

"Aw you have dimples, I've never noticed that before," Max says joking, changing his position.