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Ch. 28 | The Squirrels

You and Neil looked at Nikki quizzically. "Why are you concerned about peanut butter, Nikki?" Neil asked. You snickered and looked at the empty space where campers would be gathering to get food. I still have cereal bars, right? "I'll be right back, guys." You stood up and walked out of the Mess Hall. Nikki was right. There was a strange smell lingering in the air. Squirrel.

You walked into your tent. Max was laying on his side, his hair was pressed messily against his pillow. He rolled over as you entered and let out a light snore, eyes shut gently. He looked more peaceful when he was asleep, and you didn't want to ruin that. Silently, you crept over to your bag and stuck your hand in, searching around quietly, before pulling out a cereal bar.

"Y/N?" Max opened his eyes slightly and glanced at you. "Yeah?" You met his gaze. "Please don't go," he muttered groggily. You sighed, regaining your composure after mentally fangirling. "Alright," you climbed onto his bed and unwrapped the bar, hungrily licking your lips. Max adjusted himself. Resting the back of his head on your chest and laying in between your legs.

You froze. HE'S ADORABLE, you screamed internally taking a quick, silent bite of your breakfast. Max yawned and rolled over, cuddling his face against your chest. JESUS CHRIST. "U-um.." Was all you could choke out. He glared up at you, his lower lip poking out slightly. "Shut up," he said bluntly, slamming his face into your chest again. FUCKING- Your fingers went to his hair. Floof.

You started combing your fingers through it. It was way softer than it looked. Oh. my. god. You screeched internally and started playing with his hair, wearing a giant dorky grin. He never lets anyone touch his hair. He hummed gently. It stayed this way for a long time, and you both dozed off. When he finally sat up, he jumped. His eyes instantly locked onto your sleeping face.

Max's POV:

Breathing softly, lips parted, wearing my hoodie. I felt attracted to her in more ways than one. Just looking at her gave me violent butterflies "..Why are you staring at me?" She asked sleepily. "Um, my eyes tripped." Her eyes fluttered open and she stared at me, smiling. "Your eyes tripped?" She echoed. "That sounds very stupid when its repeated back to me," I admitted.

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She blinked and stared into my soul. Fuck, there go the butterflies. Her eyes were beautiful- that was a thought that I honestly didn't need, so I looked down. "Max?" She asked. I lifted my eyes slowly, and she instantly crashed her lips against mine. Holy. Fucking. Shit. Her lips tasted like honey. Probably from her breakfast, but who really gives a fuck about that right now? 

She wrapped her arms around my neck and I wrapped mine around her waist. But unfortunately, we needed something called air, so we broke apart. "I-" Before I could get a word out, she slammed her lips into mine. Again. I fucking love this girl. Tugging on my hair, rubbing her back, gripping onto my shirt, stroking her inner thighs. Jesus fuck- Jesus fuck- Jesus fuck.

Done!

She pulled away, a bridge of saliva connected our lips. The sight flustered me, and I dropped my eyes again. "Squirrels are on their way," she said unexpectedly. "What?" I looked up at her, confused. "The squirrels are back." Now she was looking outside anxiously. "Oh, in that case, we shouldn't be away from everyone else." I slid off the bed and extended my hand to her.

"Wow, a gentleman." She took my hand and hopped off the bed, but she still didn't release it. I awkwardly led her over to the Mess Hall. Her touch alone turned me to fuck on. I'm literally 16. Would that matter? I want to fuck the ever-loving shit out of her. I looked over my shoulder at her. I'm 16. Her E/C eyes were focused on the trees, so I looked ahead again. I could hear people yelling. Y/N heard it too, because she tightened her grip.