||Club Camp Camp|| Max X Reader

~sad times~

((back to your pov))

I sat down in my bed, phone in hand, thoughts in mind.

What had went down that afternoon was one of the worst things I could have possibly done.

And it's all my fault.

I stared down at the phone screen, typing in long paragraphs of how sorry I was, then deleting all of it realizing that it wasn't enough.

I can't believe it. I had a breakdown in front of him.

And what was the worst part of it all?

He said he needed a break. I don't know if he meant from the relationship, or from this dramatic mess.

But whatever it was, it left me with a question. Yet I do not know what this question is.

Maybe I should just give him space. He probably needed it after what he told me about Pikeman.

I didn't notice I was crying until I noticed droplets on the phone screen.

I sighed, wiping my eyes and grabbing my headphones. I plugged them in and blasted some sad songs, because of course it would make me sadder.

As soon as the next song played, my phone started ringing.

Remember that I had my headphones on so I got a mega earrape.

I looked at the screen.

Max💙 is calling...

I quickly answered, the tears being caught in my eyes.

"I-I um... h-hello?" I weakly answered.

"Y/n, don't fucking tell me you were crying. I'm at your front door. Open it now sweetheart."

Hehe cliffhangers b like that sometimes