tell me what you're waiting for

002.

Max lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. He was on her mind, the guy from the parking lot. She didn't know why. Maybe it was the bottle of wine she'd drained while watching some cheesy soap opera earlier that night. Her eyes fluttered shut, sleep beckoning.

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"And I wanna write, I wanna write, I wanna write
To someone so true
I wanna wake, I wanna wake, I wanna wake
From hot dreams, hot dreams of you."

They were lying together, sprawled out on someone's bed. Where didn't matter, they were both too high and drunk to even consider getting up. Max stared up at nothing, noticing the alcohol-induced spin. He was beside her, doing the same thing. Her hand crept towards his, finally finding his long and delicate fingers. They curled around her hand and squeezed. Max turned towards him, brown hair a mess and slightly obscuring her view. His other hand came towards her face, brushing her hair out of the way. His fingers ran across her features like they were some kind of unexplored terrain. They reached her lips, lingered there for slightly too long.

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The piercing shriek of her alarm woke her up. Opening her eyes, she realised she'd just been dreaming. Dreaming about some fucking kid she met in a parking lot. The very thought made her want to reach for the nearest bottle of something alcoholic, but the headache from the night before stopped her.

Even as she got ready for work, the dream still lingered. Maybe if she could have slept longer, something else would have happened. The thought of something else, whatever it was, made her stomach clench in a way that wasn't entirely bad. She hadn't gotten kissed in what seemed to be forever, let alone gotten laid. Fuck. Was she really thinking about fucking someone she met yesterday?

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She'd remembered her lighter this time. As soon as she left the building, she lit up. The rush of nicotine made her head spin a little, like slipping into silk sheets. She started towards her regular spot, overlooking the dumpster. 

He seemed to materialise out of nowhere. "Max, right?" She jumped, too caught up in her own thoughts which might or might not have been involving him.

"Oh, fuck, yeah. Joba?" She pretended like he was little more than a stranger. She fished her lighter out of her pocket and waved it around. "I didn't forget this time." 

He snorted and smiled, then sat beside her. "Maybe I did," he said, rummaging in his pockets. He pulled the cigarette that was sitting behind his ear. 

Max sparked the lighter and held it closer to her. A mirror image, him leaning in. He even mumbled the same 'thanks'. 

He cleared his throat, then looked at her. "So, uh, been up to much?"

Yeah, I've been dreaming about you. "Not really. This, I guess." Max gestured to the parking lot. "But, uh, I've been wondering. Do you think I could have your phone number, maybe?" Her eyes dropped to the ground and she was pretty sure she was blushing. 

"Oh, yeah, sure," he responded, opening the contacts section on his phone. They swapped, putting in each other's names and numbers.

"Sorry. That was... That was weird of me." Max mumbled, eyes still averted.

"Hey," he said, in a way meant to get her attention. She met his eyes. "It's fine. I think you're cool. I like you," he laughed. "I need more friends. Guess meeting someone in a parking lot is an opportunity not to miss."

a/n: song quoted is hot dreams by timber timbre go listen to it xxxxx