Tinder. || Max Whitlock

"Do you want to know what the funny thing is?" he questioned. His friend nodded his head, however not really caring.
"I actually thought it could work," he chuckled bitterly. "I actually thought that after all this was over," he waved his hand through the air, showing what he meant, "that me and her would still be..."

sooo, I've decided to start a Max Whitlock fanfiction as I sort of adore him after the olympics. I'm Whitlock trash, somebody save me.