Pizza Boy (NARRY) -Fetus Writing- #Wattys2015

Chapter 36: Possibilities

"Gino, can you not." Max mutters to the siamese cat who's taken the duty to express his love for Max, rubbing his face against Max's, purring and kneading his blanket covered chest. Gino meows at Max and Max drops his hand on his cat, resting it on his back mid-pet. Gino meow's again and Max opens his eyes, looking at his beloved cat. Max sighs. and scruffs the chin of his kitty cat. "Alright, lets eat." Max sits up, making Gino jump to the side and Max walks over to his kitchen so he can pour some food into Gino's dish. Max then makes himself some toast and cereal, putting on a shirt while he waits for his toast. He looks out his window as he leans against the island counter, having a view of one of the bigger sledding hill. There's a few families on it, but no one's really up yet. It's only seven in the morning.

Once the toast pops up, Max spreads some softened butter onto it and sprinkles sugar on top. He looks at Gino eating the last bites of his breakfast. "Let's go outside Gino." Max says, bringing his toast to the door with him. Gino licks his lips and trots behind Max, waiting for Max to put his jacket on faster.

Once Max opens the door, Gino runs out and stops a few ways ahead of Max to sniff the snow, walking funny from the thickness and deepness of it. ((A/N: *That's what she said*)) Max struts tiredly but quickly to the mailbox, letting the door drop open to peer into it. Max grabs three letters and shuts the black metal box, biting his toast as he looks at the first letter. It's from his brother. Max smiles of excitement and takes quicker steps to the house, not caring anymore about the other two letters.

"Gino!" Max calls once he's at the door, the cat turning around and running into the warm cabin. Max shoves the rest of his toast into his mouth and chews it up, tossing the other two letters on the table so he can read the one from his brother. His older brother left for boot camp two months ago for the army and he hasn't written Max for that long. They promised each other that they would write each other every day until Sunday, which is when the army sends out all the letters.

"Max,

Boot camp is not what movies make it out to be, though we both knew that. It's actually super boring. We have to study for three hours everyday and I have nothing to do in that time. I know everything already, and I try to study them still but I just can't do it. So you better keep your promise and write to me everyday. It's only my third day here and I'm complaining about boredom. Never thought you'd hear that, huh?"

This must have been written two months ago, thinks Max. Why is he just getting it now?

Max reads three small pages full of what Sampson, his brother, had written to him about what he's been doing so far and trying to make friends with his bunk mate. There were littler letters in the same letter from the other days, and the other two letters are from Sampson too. Max writes a response letter to each one Sampson had wrote him, the activity taking up all of Max's morning and most of his afternoon.

Now, it's his last letter.

"Sampson,

I took a week off to go camping and get some shots for my portrait. I'm making Gino. Gino's getting old, he's ten now and he's still playful and active, but he's still getting old. He's gonna live a long time, though. I can tell. I think I've made a few new friends on the camping trip, but now we're back in our own homes and probably won't see each other again. But one of them, Louis, gave me his number and said to text him whenever I wanted to get together so I don't have complete access to them. There's also Liam, Zayn, Niall and his boyfriend Harry. They're british and Niall's Irish, but you know its more of a surprise to hear an American in the UK. You're surround by them when you move out to the mountains in the United Kingdom.

Niall and Harry are adorable together. You can see the love between them. I have a nook for Liam, though, he seems to be the one they go to with personal stuff. I have a feeling that Louis has an interest in me, since usually strangers who barely know each other don't give them their numbers. I haven't texted him yet, but he texted me yesterday."