Oscar (bxb)

12.

Maxie was not in the party mood when the time for the house Christmas Party came around. Only Daisy had spoken to him, otherwise everyone else had stayed silent. He didn't have to look in order to feel the eyes burning into his back as he made himself a cup of tea in the morning. He was eager to go back upstairs.

No Gwen to run to, anymore. Daisy was busy with the friend that really needed her, preparing for the party as well.

Music thumped from downstairs. The party had arrived. He hadn't even bothered to get ready or make himself look nice. He remained in his clothes from the rest of the day.

He read for a while although finding the concentration while it seemed a riot was going on downstairs was proving rather difficult, to say the least. They were having their own celebration and festivity while he was up here feeling sorry for himself.

It had taken him a single month to ruin everything for himself.

Except this time he was stuck.

He couldn't just run away again. He'd have nowhere to go.

His phone buzzed. Mum. This time he actually answered the call. He went over to his window and sat down. "Hello?"

"What the hell do you think you're playing at? I've rang you so many times over the past weeks. I was worried sick!"

As his mother ranted, he cringed to himself. The sound of her voice grated on him now. He could hear the liqueur and whatever else she decided to dose herself with in her harsh throat. He merely people watched as he waited for her to finish, watching party guests. He was half tempted to shout out to the girls at the front of his house to put in a coat.

Mini-dresses in December without a jacket was not a good idea.

"Are you listening to me?"

"Yeah," he lied.

"When are you coming home?"

"Um... I'm not sure."

"What do you mean you're not sure? You're not coming home on Christmas? You're a selfish boy, you are. Ridiculous."

As his mother went on yet another rant, he thought he should hang up. It wasn't as if she'd notice for a few other more minutes anyway.

[Text: Oscar] You not enjoying the party?

Maxie's brows furrowed immediately.

[Text: Maxie] What...

[Text: Oscar] I can see you in the window from down here

Maxie looked down. A car had pulled up outside of the house. Bradley, Jackson and Nick got out the car. Oscar waited in front of the parked vehicle. Was it his? Could he even drive in this country? Some guys and girls approached him and just as Maxie had seen that day in the alley, an exchange was being made. Weed, he supposed. He knew that his house mates all smoked although they'd never done it around him.The smell on the other hand was hard to disguise sometimes. He imagined if Oscar was going to sell, a party where all his best customers from his own circle would all be at would be his best bet.

Even if the girl who hated him happened to live there.

Oscar got back into the car. Once he settled into the driver's seat, he rolled down the window, his arm hanging over the edge.

[Text: Maxie] Who are you waiting for?

[Text: Oscar] I don't know tbh

[Text: Oscar] Bradley told me what you did btw

[Text: Maxie] What have I done now?

[Text: Maxie] And I don't talk to Bradley??

[Text: Oscar] Daisy told Bradley, Bradley told me

[Text: Oscar] Thank you for sticking up for me with Olivia. I don't deserve it

Maxie looked down at the car and recognized the eye contact. Even from here, he could spot the gentlest of smiles creeping on the boy's lips.

[Text: Maxie] Agreed

[Text: Oscar] Do you want to go for a drive?

[Text: Maxie] Why?

[Test: Oscar] Talk

[Text: Maxie] Getting in a dealer's car in the middle of the night. Doesn't sound shady at all

[Text: Maxie] You are a dealer, right? Because if not you act really fucking creepy

[Text: Oscar] Are you coming?

Maxie considered this. Oscar had been an absolute piece of shit to him because of the whole situation but in all fairness, clearly his had knocked sense into the boy. If Oscar really just wanted to talk, not to argue or to cause more conflict, then that's a boy he could give the time of day to.

Besides, when Maxie first arrived, he wanted to make friends. He wanted to be Oscar's friend, and if that boy he'd met, the friendly boy with the charming smile wanted to talk, then he'd talk.

What else was he going to do anyway? He wasn't welcome in his own house, not even by his own family, and wavering between hating himself and then agreeing with himself was getting old and tired. A drive sounded amazing.

He went to go put on his shoes and grab his coat.