What You Do To Me

Chapter 17: Maxwell's POV

Casey's lakehouse ^^

"Oh my God!" Brielle whines through the phone and I chuckle. "Mom! I'll do the dishes later; I'm helping Max with something!"

"Brielle, if you don't get your ass down here right now!" I hear Mrs. Graywarden scream.

"MOM!" Brielle screams back. "I'LL BE RIGHT DOWN!!!"

"I can do it from here!" I say and Brielle rolls her eyes.

We're face calling right now so Brielle can help me figure out what to pack for tonight.

She just woke up because this bitch can sleep for 24 hours straight and needs to set an alarm on her phone so she doesn't. It's 11 o'clock now and I've been up since 6. I had to open the café today because I took yesterday, most of tomorrow, and the rest of today off.

Now, apparently, Brielle was supposed to the dishes last night when her mom and stepfather went to bed, but she didn't. So now her mom is mad, and I can't stop laughing at her.

"I got it. I can pack from here." I tell Brielle and she sighs.

"Fine."

She hangs up and I look at my mostly packed suitcase. It's a small bag, but it has everything Casey told me to bring in it.

I check my phone and smile. He'll be here soon.

He said he'd get here at 12, and he'll be here any minute!

Yay!

I zip up my bag and wander outside to the rest of our apartment.

"Iris?" I ask and she peaks her head out of her bedroom. "Do you know what you guys are going to eat while I'm gone?"

"Relax Max." She says instantly, stepping towards me and hugging me. "We'll just have something." She says vaguely and I squint my eyes at her.

"You're going to make blueberry muffins and watch The Office, aren't you?" I ask and she nods.

"Well duh." She says sarcastically and I roll my eyes.

"Fine." I mutter and my phone goes off, it's Casey.

I grin.

"Casey's here." I say and Iris matches my smile.

"Have fun!" Iris says and I nod.

"Yeah, of course I will." I say like it's obvious.

She giggles and I walk to the front door. I blow her a kiss and shut the door behind me before taking the stairs down to the parking lot.

When I climb into Casey's car, he beams at me.

I return the smile and give him a peck on the cheek.

"You ready to go?" He asks and I nod. "Then let's go."

He puts the car into drive, and I plug my phone in. I scroll through my Spotify playlists until I decide on one.

An old album by Matchbox 20.

"Yourself Or Someone Like You."

"Interesting..." Casey says, biting his bottom lip.

"What?" I ask, looking around outside the car, trying to see what's drawn his attention.

"I never knew you liked old two-thousand's bands." He says and I smile at him.

"My dad and my mom used to love this album." I tell him and he frowns.

"Let's make a deal, no dead mom talk. No abusive boyfriends. No sisters." Casey says. "Just us."