Confess?

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Ross's pov
I cast my gaze downwards once again. Honestly I'm shocked he figured me out so quickly. Either way though I don't want to tell this kid I've only known what, a month at best?- everything about me and all of my problems. That'd just be stupid. I honestly just want to have someone to distract me from everything. And so far, he's been doing a great fucking job. I'm so thankful he found me that day in front of the school. I will never be able to pay him back for what he has done for me. But I don't want to tell him my "tragic backstory"... I guess all I can do at this point is hope he understands? He seems to be getting impatient. I should probably answer him, right? Was I supposed to? Did he expect me to just break down and spill everything to him? I hope not. The last thing I want to do is hurt his feelings, but I also need to look out for my own. You know what, I will tell him. Everything. Just, not now. I will though. Eventually. I just need more time.

Max's pov
Ross goes ridged and I see the cogs going in his head. Of course I dont expect him to tell me every detail, but I at least want him to stop lying to me. It's getting annoying. He finally looked up at me, his eyes steely and cold. Such a stark contrast to his usual warm bubbly demeanor. "No. I'm not lying to you. My parents are on a trip and my sister is staying with relatives. I'm telling the truth. Please stop accusing me of such things or i'll have to ask you to leave. And as for my voice, it is something I'd rather not discuss." I sigh, letting go of his wrist and shaking my head. My music cuts into my thoughts. "Cause I ain't ever had a real home
So, what do I know?" You know, I dont know how but the right song just always seems to know how I'm feeling or thinking and matches it. I mean my family isnt exactly normal. So who am I to judge. Maybe I've just misinterpreted all of this. Or maybe I am right and he just wont let me in. "If they could only know what I knew
What would it do?" Maybe if I tell him about me he'll trust me? No. I can't do that. I know that. "Ross. I just want you to stop lying to me. I want you to know you can trust me man. So if theres anything you need to talk about I'll always be here." He looks up at me. I could tell he was still really guarded, but his body language was a little more relaxed. "For the last time I'm not lying. But thanks for telling me that. It means a lot.

HEY SO AS YOU GUYS HAVE NOTICED ITS BEEN A FEW YEARS. IVE ACTUALLY KINDA FELL OUT OF SHIPPING MITHROSS BUT ILL STILL FINISH THIS STORY CUZ IT BOTHERS ME THAT I DIDNT. THERE WONT BE CONSISTENT UPDATES OBVIOUSLY LOL BUT WHENEVER I GET MOTOVATED TO WRITE I WILL SO YAH. STAY TUNED I GUESS
- ME

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