This made me want to go to Malibu, get drunk of love not thinking for a second about how this is all going to be fast, and dream in a forever dreamy love island WOW. It’s a short blissful summer fever dream in love beach and I totally loved it. Obvs a little too rushed at the end but it was still so great
They’re lying shoulder to shoulder, pressed up close, and Max, even in his drunk state, is hyper-aware of this fact.
“I don’t want you to leave.” If his sober self could see him now, he would end up dead in a ditch somewhere, out of pure mortification.
Apparently, drunk Charles is a tease who presses one of his fingers on Max’s cheek, right next to his mouth, and grins. “Awh, you’re gonna miss me, Maxy.”
Max shakes his head. “No, no, I’m really not. You’re a good distraction from the shit, though. I like being with you. You make me forget I got dumped a week ago.”
Charles grimaces. “Ah, that’s shit. I’m sorry.”
Max nods in agreement, then shrugs. “It is what it is.” An idea crosses his mind, and he looks straight at Charles. “You could stay here with me. In Cali. I’ve got room. We can get drunk on Malibu – don’t even pretend you don’t like it when you drink it like water. Have you even been swimming yet?”
Charles shakes his head. “Not yet.” He ponders the idea for a moment. “Okay. I’m gonna stay here, and we’re gonna drink rum and float in the ocean and we’ll watch the sunset from your terrace. No bullshit, no problems, just us.”
This made me want to go to Malibu, get drunk of love not thinking for a second about how this is all going to be fast, and dream in a forever dreamy love island WOW. It’s a short blissful summer fever dream in love beach and I totally loved it. Obvs a little too rushed at the end but it was still so great
They’re lying shoulder to shoulder, pressed up close, and Max, even in his drunk state, is hyper-aware of this fact.
“I don’t want you to leave.” If his sober self could see him now, he would end up dead in a ditch somewhere, out of pure mortification.
Apparently, drunk Charles is a tease who presses one of his fingers on Max’s cheek, right next to his mouth, and grins. “Awh, you’re gonna miss me, Maxy.”
Max shakes his head. “No, no, I’m really not. You’re a good distraction from the shit, though. I like being with you. You make me forget I got dumped a week ago.”
Charles grimaces. “Ah, that’s shit. I’m sorry.”
Max nods in agreement, then shrugs. “It is what it is.” An idea crosses his mind, and he looks straight at Charles. “You could stay here with me. In Cali. I’ve got room. We can get drunk on Malibu – don’t even pretend you don’t like it when you drink it like water. Have you even been swimming yet?”
Charles shakes his head. “Not yet.” He ponders the idea for a moment. “Okay. I’m gonna stay here, and we’re gonna drink rum and float in the ocean and we’ll watch the sunset from your terrace. No bullshit, no problems, just us.”
Max agrees, “no bullshit, no problems, just us.”