sitting there and talking to max was honestly one of the best times of my life. i never stopped smiling even though i knew the storm was going on. he made it better.
the next day i went up to him with a letter. in it, i wrote, "hey, max. we're friends, right? i think so, as we've been texting and talking for almost 3 weeks. well, technically, 5 years, but. yeah. anyway, this is a fucking longshot, but would you like to, maybe, be my boyfriend? seriously? i expect you to leave, as everyone else does, but this is my shot.
from, preston."
i messily folded the paper and shoved it into max's locker.
this is gonna be good.
A/N: hey, sorry this is a short chapter. i've got a lot on my mind lately. but i have a deal i'd like to make. if this book gets 10 thousand reads, i'll show my face.
OR.
if this gets 20 thousand reads, i'll start a camp camp story with a ship(s) of your guys' choosing.
vote in the comments and i'll tally it up. choose wisely! love y'all.
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The Play (MaxPres - Camp Camp)
Фанфикmax and preston? what opposites. || lowercase intended. || updates whenever.
