The Play (MaxPres - Camp Camp)

9: preston

i slammed the book open. a paper fell out.
no fucking way.
the notes i make are always on the page, not on a paper.
looseleaf paper is for writing plays and musicals, not notes.
i opened up the page, practically fell out of my chair.
max's number?
no, this is a joke.
it has to be!
max doesn't love or care about anything.
right?
yeah.
despite my beliefs, though, i texted him.
from: me, to: max?💕
hey, uhm. is this max?
that sounded stupid. fuck. can't unsend it now.
from: max?💕 to: me
sadly. i'm assuming this is preston?
my heart fluttered.
from: me, to: max💕
yeahh, haha. i thought it was a joke at first. i didn't know you knew the proper use for the phrase "at your earliest convinience."
from: max💕 to: me
oh, um, haha. oops.
i chuckled and we continued talking and talking and talking and talking and talking.
we did this for hours. literally hours.
i couldn't stop giggling and smiling. max was actually really funny, and wasn't an actual dick one hundred percent of the time.
then he had to go.
something about his dad wanting a weird favor.
i hope he's okay.

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