All My Doubts; Minecraftfinest (MCfinest) FanFiction

CH17: Snow Cones & S'mores

I wake up at noon, hungry for lunch. I get out of bed and go straight to my phone.

Noticing, that Mitch called me; I call right back.

"Hello?" Mitch answers the phone.

"Hey, why'd you call?"

"Finally awake?" Mitch jokes, changing the subject.

"Yep, I'm really hungry though."

"Me too," Mitch paused, "but I just wanted to confirm something."

"Hm?"

"Jerome told me that Max and you were a thing?"

"Oh," I answered. Did Max go blab about it already? The night he asked me everyone already knew?

"We are, he asked me last night if I wanted to go with him somewhere today."

"I see," Mitch continues, "do you like him?"

"I guess so, yeah, I do."

"Well, then don't let him break your heart, okay?" Mitch answers.

I smile, "if he does, I know you'd be there for me."

"Always," Mitch replies.

"Call me whenever," I add, "we should do something like tomorrow."

"I'd like that."

"I'll call you, bye," I say.

"Bye," Mitch answers, ending the call.

I get up, still in my pj's and make myself some Mac & cheese. Then, I sit myself on the couch and watch some tv.

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-a couple hours later-

I get back up off the couch and get some pretzels. It was around 4:30pm now and I've stayed home all day long, by myself. As you can see, I'm such a social person.

My phone rings, and I snatch it, clicking 'answer.'

"Hey!"

"Camille," I hear Max say, "I'll be over in 15 with food."

"Really?"

"Yeah, and I have something planned for later tonight."

I smile, that was sweet of him, I just needed to get dressed now.

"That's perfect," I reply ending the call.

I sprint upstairs and pick out a floral sundress, sheer tights, and combat boots. I put some mascara on and leave my hair down.

By the time I finish, Max is already banging on the door.

"It's open!" I scream, running down the stairs.

I hear the door open and Max walks in with a bag and snow cones.

"Snow cones?" I say, excited.

"I know how much you love them," he smiles handing me one.

"What's in the bag?" I ask, licking my cherry snow cone.

"Sandwiches," Max answers, opening the bag.

He takes them out and sets the sandwiches on napkins.

"Let's eat on the couch," I say shifting over.

He nods and follows me out onto the sofa, placing the food on the table.

I grab a sandwich, biting into it, and turn up the volume on the tv. Max slides in beside me and eats his as well.