Someone Still Loves You | Max x Neil [Camp Camp]

9] I Still Don't Believe You. (Dude, You're Staring Angrily at a Rock.)

Neil

The only thing Neil has been focusing on was the antidote. Yes. Nothing else. Definitely not Max.

Nikki is sitting at the corner of the room where her bed is, staring holes into the back of my head. I shift uncomfortably as I stood in front of my setup. Ignoring her, I crush the bark and turn to pour it into the beaker. I add it into another beaker containing the love potion. It would've been an aphrodisiac. Neil thinks. Something must have went wrong.

Well, at least Max hasn't been showing signs of perversion. Or any perverse tendencies. Then again, Max has never trusted him with that sort of information before...

Okay, he should really stop thinking about him, his jaded fourteen year old exterior and those bright teal eyes--

Neil groaned in annoyance, because damn, even if he wasn't here, Max somehow manages to distract him. And also, by some miracle (it's not a miracle), he also happens to be attracted to Neil! Me!

I backtrack a little. I try to recall Max saying anything about sexual attraction. Did he want that? Was that the main reason he asked Neil to draw up this disaster?

Well. Whatever, he asked for it. But why do I have to deal with the brunt of it?  A vicious feeling surges through me. So what if Max likes me? It doesn't matter because it's all fake and I'm just dumb enough to believe it, that I'm eager to reciprocate these feelings. 

"Urghhhhh." I groaned loudly. I'm hopeless. He should just slip Max the antidote in his water during lunch. Best case scenario, It could all go back to normal and they'll never speak of it again.

The more difficult option was to confess to Max after his system has been cleared of the love potion. Then quite possibly get rejected.

2nd best case scenario: Max likes him back and they live happily ever after in this shitty camp.

Worst case scenario, Max wouldn't believe it and think he was crazy. He wouldn't want to be friends with him anymore and Neil would be sad, lonely and desperate.

Then he would ignore Neil.

Which he absolutely doesn't want. At all.

I groaned. This was all Max's fault. He shouldn't have listened to him and now he doesn't know what to do.  So what if Max likes me? He doesn't have to do anything about it. It's that simple, but he just can't get his brain to function with that particular idea. He's mad that Max, asshole that he is, didn't bother considering what Neil thought and what he felt. Max didn't believe him that there was nothing wrong with him. Neil likes him just the way he is.

He feels something vicious in his heart. He feels bright with hot rage at Max. Because really, who the fuck does he think he is!? Manipulative fuck. He doesn't give a flying fuck about his friends.

"God, this fucking sucks." I glowered at the small potion in contempt. 

"Ugh, I know right." 

I forgot Nikki was still here. "What are you talking about?"

"What are you talking about?" Nikki narrowed her eyes at me.

"Max is evil." I say scornfully. Nikki raised a questioning expression at me. "I thought you liked him?"

"He leaves a bitter taste in my mouth."