#campblonde

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they sit at the water's edge,  the moonlight from the sky causing the waves to look a deep, blackish - blue.    max skips a rock from where he sits, bottles of contraband beer between them.    they're empty, and max is a little more than buzzed, his dark eyes focused on the water, and he's trying very hard not to stare at her.    she's dressed in leopard print, the tightness of it sculpting her curves, her blonde hair in all directions and smelling of hairspray.   ❛❛      you want another beer?   there's a couple left.      ❜❜    he pulls one out of the cooler marked SODAS and twists the lid off.   it's pabst blue ribbon, and while max doesn't really like it      ———      the near - water taste washing his tongue over with the bitterness.    he drinks it anyway, taking a sip and glancing over at her.   ❛❛      now that we're out here, do you wanna, like, make out or something?      ❜❜    max is forward when he's drunk, shaggy curls over his eyes, his sneakers digging into the sand.   ❛❛      or we could totally not do that.      ❜❜

max leans into the kiss,  his sleepy head near hers, their bodies wrapped up in a second - hand sleeping bag. max wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her closer, his hand at the small of her back. ❛❛ don't leave, ❜❜ he whispers, his voice cracked and raw from sleep. ❛❛ every time i wake up, you're gone, ❜❜ he murmurs, then falls back to sleep, his lean body pressed to hers, his hand going limp against her spine.

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other

max blinks,  looking at her and nodding his head, as if he knows the feeling.    he does, in more ways than one, the loneliness that soaks his bones, causes them to weigh down, causes his heart to pull at his chest.    alone is such a simple word, but the definition is hard to swallow.    ❛❛    if you don't wanna be alone, then don't be,    ❜❜   he skips a rock, the lake shiny in the night, mirror - like and peaceful.   ❛❛    i know it's not, like, that simple, but you've got me, right?    ❜❜   he bites his lip, reaching out to take her hand.   ❛❛    i know that may not mean shit, but i'm here for you, and i don't want you to be lonely.   i don't wanna be lonely, either.    ❜❜

max feels the weight of her head,  her body curled against his, the smell of hairspray and flowers invading his senses.    she's asleep, the soft sound of her gentle breath against his neck both inviting and pleasant.    max dips his head, chin turned as he kisses her forehead, hand in hers, and he squeezes it      ———      fingers laced tightly.    there's a sweetness here; one that max wants to last.    he sits, stock - still as to not wake her, as to not lose this intimacy, this moment.    max smiles to himself, watching other counselors pass them by as they sit on the couch, their bodies cozy.    max likes the warmth of her, his skin prickling with gooseflesh as her lips brush his neck.