Max moved to Chestnut Bay over the summer, dreading having to go to a completely different school with unfamiliar faces. He had no idea that some of those students were the same kids he had been with at camp nearly two years ago... ...Or that one of them was the unforgettable Preston Goodplay. ~ (Highest Rankings: #736 in Fanfiction, #1 in #presmax, #1 in #maxpres, #43 in #campcamp, and #155 in #bxblove) (Won Second Place in the Wicked Awards) (Won First Place in The Chocolate Awards) (Won First Place in The Possibility Awards) #COWAwards2k18 Hey! So, I've really wanted to write a MaxPres fic because there's not many that exist. Also, this ship has destroyed me. Everything in here is fictional, and is not based off of anything whatsoever. Any relation to actual places and events are just pure coincidence. ALSO! Some things may not be entirely clear, and I'm sorry for that. To clarify, Max is fifteen and Preston is sixteen. Max stopped going to camp when he was thirteen. Sorry for the inconvenience! (Hints at Neison and [NerNik? Nikris? Nikki x Nerris]) Camp Camp belongs to Rooster Teeth and I claim no ownership of any artwork used. © Flutterbolt667, 2017

Evan was a shameless womanizer. Both handsome and charming, he'd never had a problem getting a girlfriend and never cared about losing one. So when he met Sascha, the simple but pretty florist, he didn't have to try too hard to get a date. Unfortunately for him, Sascha wasn't exactly his type of "girl". He still finds himself drawn to the florist and refuses to give up on his quest to gain Sascha's affections, no matter how many times he's rejected! A short, sweet story about a jaded florist, afraid to fall in love again after having his heart broken one too many times and the stubborn man trying to show him that some things are worth the risk.