Hello again everyone and welcome to the latest chapter! IF YOU GUYS HAVE ANY HEADCANNONS PLEASE FEED THEM TO ME. I might even include them in the story ^^! Now to explain a few of my headcannons that I mushed into the first chapter! So what was with all those details about David's house? Well pull up a seat and let me tell you a thing. After Camp Campbell is over and everyone needs to go home each smol child leaves David a gift (you know as a thanks for being such a good counselor). AND LET ME TELL YOU. YOU KNOW DAVID WOULD KEEP ALL THAT SHIT IN HIS HOUSE BECAUSE HE IS BEST BOI. HE WOULD LOOK UPON THESE THINGS AND BE LIKE 'YES I AM BEST COUNSELOR' AND HE WOULD TAKE CARE OF ALL THEIR THINGS BECAUSE HE KNOWS THESE THINGS WERE IMPORTANT TO THEM SO NOW THEY'RE IMPORTANT TO HIM. AHHHHHHHHHH.

Ok. I'm fine. Plus, why is Gwen here? Because I think Gwen would be the best mom for Max don't even lie to me. They're just salty AF 24/7 and being pessimistic little shits together. Plus, I think that Gwen gives Max a level of understanding that David would have a hard time giving. Plus I headcannon that David lives like 30 mins outside the city because it's closer to his school year job and not at expensive as living inside the city (you'll get to know about that laterrrrr). He also has a bunch of plants in his house and star stickers he plans to put in almost every room b/c he misses being outside and seeing the stars and smelling the woods instead of all this exhaust fume and smoke. Back to the story~~~~

Looking back at the door where David was previously, Max waited another second before pulling his bag off his shoulders. It was a plain black bag, lighter than it looked, and not that much bigger than his head. It landed with a soft thud on the bed and he just stared at it for a while. Honestly, Max didn't even really know why he bothered unpacking. He expected to be up an out of this house like all the others in a matter of days. As he grabbed the zipper of the main pouch, he hesitated. Did he really want to unpack? It would be pretty useless to do so. But something pulled his hand forward and the zip resounded in the empty room. He opened the bag and the first thing he pulled out was Mr. Honeynuts. He sighed as he turned the bear in his hands, feeling his fur between his fingers. It had been a month or so since camp had ended, but the smell of the woods and campfire stuck to him like glue. And if Max never admits that it helped him sleep better at night, then that isn't anyone's business. As he's looking down at the bear he notices the dirt, tears, and the missing eye. There's stuffing coming out of his side and the left ear could do with some repair. He hopes that he'll be able to steal some of David's sewing supplies before he leaves.

After a quick glance behind his back to make sure no one's watching, he gives the bear a quick hug, "I'll fix you later buddy" and gently sets him against the pillow to rest.

Next he pulls out one change of clothes. He lifts up the shirt, which is a dark green color, that is at least two sizes too big. Sometimes he liked the bagginess of the clothing, but it would've been nice to own something that actually fit right. Max digs his arm back into the black bag and takes out a pair of pants. It was the same deal except they still fit around his waist, the legs were the problem.

'I guess it doesn't help that I'm so fucking short in the first place'.

The material of the pants was pretty bad as well. It was scratchy for some reason and left his shins and thighs itchy whenever he wore them. He threw the pair of pants on top of the dresser and dug into the very bottom of his pack.

"Come fucking on! I knew I put it in here before I left!" he leaned over the bag and forced the mouth open, peering inside.

He was met with nothing but the bottom of a disappointingly empty backpack. He sighed and threw the bag on the floor over his shoulder and hopped onto the bed face first. The sheets smelt of fresh linen and were surprisingly cool despite the hot day. Max closed his eyes for a minute and let his surroundings sink in.

A rapping noise came from the door, wait….did he even close it? He shifted and got off the bed he accidentally fell asleep on and opened the door. This time he was met with Gwen's face and the noise of footsteps and clinking plates coming from the kitchen.

"What do you want?", he glared at Gwen 'that sounded meaner than I meant, but oh well'.

She shifted to one hip and crossed her arms, "Well if you don't want pizza that's fine by me, I just thought I'd tell you before we eat it all."

That's when Max caught the delicious wafting scent coming from the kitchen. Pizza was always and always will be his comfort food.

But he still had a reputation to hold, "Not if you're still watching your waistline you won't."

He shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets and brushed past Gwen, making sure to close the bedroom door behind him. She gave an exasperated sigh before following Max through the short hallway. She had no idea how to handle this little shit.

When they entered the living/dining room David had all the plates and silverware set out on the tiny island. The apartment was too tiny to have an actual table and when Max looked at the living room all the papers previously on the island were sitting on the ottoman in a haphazard pile. He jumped up on the chair, more like climbed, or a mixture of both. When he finally reached the top of the tall ass chair he looked up and saw David with an amused smile plastered on his face.

"With legs like these let's see you do better campman!"

This comment only seemed to amuse David even more as his smile broke into a laugh. 'Damnit not the reaction I was aiming for.' he rolled his eyes at David.

"Yeah, yeah, now gimme the pizza, before Gwen eats it all." an annoyed 'Max..' sounded off from behind him and Max smirked.

Gwen glared at him 'that little shit'.

David held the pizza in his hands, bt just before Max could grab at it he pulled slightly away causing the 11 year old to give him a death glare. Never come between a child and his pizza, never.

"I didn't hear the magic word!"

At this Max gave him the blankest stare he could manage, 'Of course this fucking guy would go for the 'magic word' bullshit. Fine two could play this game'. Max quickly jumped up and grabbed a slice, surprising David who half yelled out a 'Max!'. Before pulling the pizza back even more with a disappointed look on his face.

When Max looked up he thought for a minute before saying in a small and pained voice, 'Please and Thank You…'.

What did Max forget to pack? Who knows because fuck I even forgot! Sorry it took so long for me to update! Life has been hell and college bitch slapped me super hard.