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When Gwen made it to the car she took the keys from Max and drove off in the direction of the camp. She took notice of Max’s silence and decided to speak up. “So… You broke our deal.”
Max shot daggers at the councilor, “Shut the fuck up Gwen, I’m not in the mood.”
Gwen scoffed, “When are you not?”
Max kept his gaze on the passing town shops that passed by, “Who does that fucking idiot think he is?”
Gwen stayed silent.
“I can’t believe the stupid pine tree tried to off himself.” Max muttered, physically shrinking into his seat.
“Max… it’s… I mean?” Gwen couldn’t find her words as she glanced back at the kid.
“NO,” Max shouted making Gwen flinch, “Shut the fuck up Gwen.”
Gwen didn’t realize Max was crying until she looked back at him in the mirror. “I can’t believe that piece of shit was going to leave me alone. ”
“Max-“
“NO. He was willing to kill himself just to stop putting up with me-“
“Max-“
“NO. I made that stupid ass councilor want to die. He tried… He was going to leave me alone.” Max was full-on sobbing at this point. Sure he said he hated the councilor's guts and would love to see him dead, he didn’t mean it…
“H-he was my one way out and I almost blew it.” Max hid his face in his hands before frantically wiping away tears. Cry baby.
Gwen felt out of place in the situation. She eventually spoke up, “Listen. Neither of us liked what David tried to pull, alright? But that doesn’t mean we should blame ourselves.”
Max stared at his hands as if they may give him the right things to say.
“Listen Satan, I know for a FACT that you had nothing to do with this. I don’t know WHY, but David sees something in you. I don’t know if it’s his past self or what but I can guarantee this doesn’t concern you. Believe it or not but David has his own issues in that brain of his.”
“Like what?” Max said in a mocking tone.
“Let’s just say his parents weren’t the nicest.”
Max’s gaze dropped to the floor before looking back out the window, “Whatever. You better not say anything about this.”
“Whatever.” Gwen looked out her windshield to an upcoming fast food joint, she turned to the boy and smirked, “Wanna get some grub?”
“Seriously Gwen? Do you and David think buying me food every time we have a discussion will change anything?!”
“Would you rather have whatever QuarterMaster’s cooked?!”
Max bit his lip and rung out some fake enthusiasm, “yaaaay food.” It still sounded sarcastic, but Gwen didn’t mind.
….
When they got back to camp it was almost eleven-thirty. The Camp was surprisingly clean and it seemed that all the campers were asleep. Gwen was in awe until Nurf walked up to her in his Gwen cosplay.
“Hey Gwen, just put all the campers to bed. What little angles,” he said proudly.
Gwen’s jaw dropped, “I-Oh. Wow, Nurf.”
Max looked Nurf up and down before muttering an, ‘I’m not dealing with this’ and walking back to his tent.
Gwen sighed as she walked off to her cabin, “I’m going to bed.”
Nurf stood alone by the flag pole before taking his Gwen wig off, “you’ve done good Gwen jr., you’ve done good.”