Various!Reader x Camp Camp

Reader x Highschool!Max

(A/N: I'm getting on the Reader x Harrison, that was requested! It's getting done on! But, before that comes out! Enjoy this!)

I leaned back in my seat. This was going to be the longest 45 minutes spent in a classroom. I could be going aloof in some mall with my friends, but no I'm stuck here afterschool. It was for a stupid reason too. I just drew a few dicks here and there for a the teacher's amusement. Nothing big. There were a few kids there already too. The teacher in front of the classroom just had to be Mrs.Fartz. The classroom door opened and a familiar face walked in. "Max. What're you doing in detention again?" Max shrugged, avoiding the teacher's eyes, "Just slacking off again I guess?" Mrs. Fartz accepted that answer, and Max went to one of the desks in the front. The one next to mine.

I haven't heard or seen Max since our days at Camp Campbell. God, he was an asshole back then. In highschool, I only heard of him. There were tons of rumors spread around, surrounding Max. He was a delinquent, or he was a candidate for valedictorian. He puzzled me, and I wondered if he was still as much of an asshole as he was back then.

He was looking straight, slouching in his seat, not paying any mind to me. I sigh, a loud sigh, a sigh I didn't even realize was that loud until Max, who I thought was paying no mind to me, pointed it out. I jump, "Excuse me?" Max rolls his eyes, and faces me, "Didn't you hear me? I said---" He cut himself off. I felt his eyes on me, and broke my gaze on him. "W-what?" I say looking the other way. "I don't know... But, you remind me of someone." I widen my eyes, " Does he really not remember me? Actually no maybe that's a good thing. I don't want the asshole that he was before to awaken after he realizes one of his camp friends is going to the same school as him. "Really? You must be mistaken." I say with full, okay maybe not full but 60% confidence. That should be enough to get Max off my case. Max narrows his eyes, "Okay." he says suspiciously. I release a brief sigh, one much quieter this time.

Mrs. Fartz was giving us an assignment to do in the 45 minutes of detention. "You all will take time to write about the good times you had when you were younger. Being seniors and all you all should think more carefully on what you're doing. Think about what was good about being young. And the memories that cane along with it."

I groan, I could care less about this. But, I glance over to Max and see him already writing. I didn't know this pessimistic bastard had so many good memories when he was young. It took me a bit longer, but I guess the only thing I came up with on the spot was Camo Campbell. There was a time where I cut my knee real bad, and--Max was laughing. Maybe not that memory... I cross that out on my paper and start over. There was a time we were rollerblading, and racing on a track David made. Nikki got first place, and I got last... Okay, writing about my failures probably wasn't the brightest idea. I don't want this teacher thinking I need help. I think. Then I got it. There was a time where we had an all out food fight in the Mess Hall and oh god. Those counselors. What were their names again? David and Gwen? Poor them to deal with our ten year old nonsensical selves. Anyway, we had a food fight, and I hit Nurf smack dab in the center of his face. It was a laugh, even Max was laughing. I smile, those were good times. Before knew it, detention was over and all of us handed over our papers to Mrs.Fartz.

I start to make my way towards the door, but I hear Max's voice calling out to me. "Y/N! I remember now! God it was so obvious!" He walks over to me. I realize how much taller he gotten. I look down, waiting for some remark. "What're you looking at?", He says. This cliche remark usually said by bullies in movies? Max really? I look up, a bit infuriated by this. Has he really not changed? But, when I looked up. All I was met with was unusually kind looking eyes. He raises a brow, "What?" I snap back into my senses, "Oh so you remember me? Does that give you the right to still pick on me? We're growing adults, Max! Are you seriously going to keep this up--" I stop myself. I eye Max's face, he looked utterly confused. "W-why? Why're you looking like that?" Max opens his mouth to speak, "I'm not picking on you. I've never picked on you, I mean I pick on everyone no ones safe, but I'm sure I've picked on you the least."

"B-but what about that time, during camp when you laughed when my knee got cut?" Max face palms, "I was laughing and David you twat." I frown at that insult, sarcastic or not, I will not be called anything mean by Max, till he fully explains himself. There were plenty more times he picked on me. "S-sorry." He says lowering his head. "But, what about that one time--"

"Are you seriously going to go through all the times I supposedly made fun of you? Don't you remember what I said to you before you left camp?"

What. (The "what" dialogue is gonna be a thing in these chapters)

What did he say? He said something to me at my last day of camp? I must've ignored him thinking he'd just laugh at me again.

"Gwen told me that you thought I was being a dick to you because I apparently laughed at you." He rubbed the back of his neck, aware of the awkward atmosphere we were having. "And you're saying you didn't?" He nods, "Well yeah! All those times, I was laughing at David." I smile, "Really?" He nods his head yes. I sigh in relief, "So you won't be an ass to me in school."

"I haven't been an ass to you ever! I mean maybe just a little, but---" I shush him. Maybe we could actually be friends this time. Real friends. "Hey do you want to get out of here?" I blurt out. He raises his brow, "Where?"

"Maybe the mall. We could laugh at the poor mannequin clothing choices."

"No." He immediately says. I frown, "Alright. Alright."
I chuckle at an idea that just popped into my head, "Let's ride up all the way to Sleepy Peak and visit the camp. No one should be there, since it's the school year."

When I mentioned the camp I was already a few feet ahead of Max. I look back and see him. He was smiling?! "What happened?" I ask him. He jumped back a bit, as if he were shocked back into reality. He shook his head in response to my question, "It's just that I had some good memories there. Even if it didn't seem like it at the time. That assignment was the only reason why I remembered you so vividly now." I felt my heart get quicker. Did he write about me in his favorite memory paper? What was this? Stop it. Stop it this instant! My face got hot.

"You okay?" He asks, and I gulp down my words, only letting out a small, "Yes." Shit, why am I falling for this asshole?