Tag: angela

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Max
resisted the urge to drop every cuss word he knew and said instead,
“listen kid, words are just words. Except for like, slurs and stuff,
words don’t hurt anyone. If I wanna say the fuck word, I’m gonna say the
fuck word. Easy. No one died, no one got hurt.” He shrugged though,
knowing not everyone shared his stance on cussing.

“Follow me,” he redirected, and started walking towards the nearest stash.

Angela just frowned slightly at Max’ usage of the word. Not
even her dad used that word… unless things were very wrong.

But… Max wasn’t quite wrong, she guessed. It was just a
word. And he wasn’t calling anyone anything, so… nobody was getting hurt. But
her parents would get mad if she used it, so she wasn’t going to start.

Angela followed after Max, looking around as she was being
led. “How did you find it? You said you saw Gwen going to them, right?” she
asked Max.

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“Listen, I’m telling you without a doubt that there absolutely stashes of soda hidden around camp. I’ve seen Gwen sneaking it when she thinks no one’s looking. If we could just get our hands on that, we’d be golden.”

“Oh, that sounds amazing!” Angie said. “I haven’t had soda
in a while – since my Mom’s house. Do you know what kind it is?”

“Cola mostly,” Max replied, “the off brand shit that’s cheap and not a big deal if lost.” He hesitated a moment and raised an eyebrow. “How come you haven’t had soda in so long? Your new house not believe in it or something?”

“Oh, no,” Angie replied, smiling. “I just have to compete
with my siblings, and usually it’s the Sprite and stuff that’s left behind. And
Papi’s house has strict city rules so
sometimes I can’t drink what I want there.” She started thinking that she could ask her mom for some money to pay Gwen back later. She was sure the Camp Counselor would appreciate that.

“That fucking blows,” Max replied, and glanced around to see if anyone else was watching the who. “Well, I can show you where I know where one of the stashes is, but you can only grab like one a day or Gwen’s gonna notice. And don’t tell anyone else. Got it?”

“You shouldn’t say those words until we’re older,” Angela
said, but she nodded at him. “Okay – I can only have one a day at home anyway.”
And she definitely wasn’t going to tell anyone else – the other kids were
pretty greedy.

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“Listen, I’m telling you without a doubt that there absolutely stashes of soda hidden around camp. I’ve seen Gwen sneaking it when she thinks no one’s looking. If we could just get our hands on that, we’d be golden.”

“Oh, that sounds amazing!” Angie said. “I haven’t had soda
in a while – since my Mom’s house. Do you know what kind it is?”

“Cola mostly,” Max replied, “the off brand shit that’s cheap and not a big deal if lost.” He hesitated a moment and raised an eyebrow. “How come you haven’t had soda in so long? Your new house not believe in it or something?”

“Oh, no,” Angie replied, smiling. “I just have to compete
with my siblings, and usually it’s the Sprite and stuff that’s left behind. And
Papi’s house has strict city rules so
sometimes I can’t drink what I want there.” She started thinking that she could ask her mom for some money to pay Gwen back later. She was sure the Camp Counselor would appreciate that.

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“Listen, I’m telling you without a doubt that there absolutely stashes of soda hidden around camp. I’ve seen Gwen sneaking it when she thinks no one’s looking. If we could just get our hands on that, we’d be golden.”

“Oh, that sounds amazing!” Angie said. “I haven’t had soda
in a while – since my Mom’s house. Do you know what kind it is?”

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“AH! Nurf, don’t do that!”

Gwen watched as David ran off to scold the other kids for getting dirty.

“You seem a lot less rambunctious than these other kids.” she noted, looking down at Angela.

Angela looked at the other kids with a slight
frown. But then looked up at Gwen again. ‘Really?” she asked. “Well, my daddy
said it was important to do as adults said when they were in charge of you. My
mama though says sometimes it’s okay not to if it’s for a good reason. I get in
trouble at Mama’s house sometimes, but not at Daddy’s. His house is small and
it’s in a weird down so I have to follow the rules to be safe.”

“What are you getting all mad about, David?”
Nerf was heard asking. “I thought the point of a hike was to get dirty?”

“Well– not by pushing other kids in the mud! You don’t want to get super dirty before we get up to the top!” David said, trying his best to be polite.

Gwen smiled, crossing her arms. “Well that is a pretty good rule… but what do you get in trouble for? Like I said, you seem pretty calm.”

“Well, my Mama has a lot of weird stuff at her house – like,
artifacts and stuff,” Angela explained. “Things get broken sometimes. And all
my siblings live there, so does Drake and some of Mama’s other friends, and we
fight sometimes. Daddy’s house though I’m usually the only one. Also, he has a
lab downstairs and he tells me not to touch things down there without him
around.”

“I will never be
clean!” Preston wailed.

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Huh. You know, I had an affinity for blue hoodies when I was your age.

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

*max
coughs, flips over, and vomits up a shit ton of water* *one of his ribs
is broken* *he coughs, and he coughed up blood* why? Wh…why… *he starts
to sob*

David: OHGOSH MAX! ARE YOU OKAY? DO WE NEED AN AMBULANCE?

C: Call one. My god, I’m so sorry, Max… *holds
onto his shoulder, keeping him on his side while he coughs*

A: D-Daddy, there’s red….

C: I know, sweetie. Get a napkin – help him
clean his face.

*Angie does, taking one from the first-aid kit
and just gently dabbing at Max’ cheeks and around his mouth.*

*max is curled up in a ball, convulsing and vomiting water* I’m…okay…

David: IM GOING TO GET GWEN!

Carlos: Max, please try not to move. I might’ve
hurt something. I think I heard a crack.

Angela: David, use your phone! *mops up some
sweat or water or something on Max’ forehead.

It…hurts…I’m…sorry…I…didn’t mean to…

David: *calls gwen* *steps to the side to explain*

Carlos: Shh, Max, it’s okay. Just breathe,
buddy. Take it easy… just breathe slowly.

No…I…didn’t want this…I…didnt mean…I just wanted it to stop…hurting…*he vomits again* can’t…breathe…

Carlos: Try, Max, try to breathe. I’m sorry, I
hurt you. We’ll get you to the hospital and everything will be okay. Take it
slow… *he wipes at the tears in his eyes with one arm*

Angie: D-david’s getting an ambulance, Max. It’s
okay… it’s gonna be o-okay…

Please…don’t…let them know…

Quiet down, Max. Just breathe. I’m not going
to tell the staff anything other than your injuries. Just relax, buddy…

Hurts…hurts…why…why am I…so…stupid..? *max’s eyes close*

Carlos: *looks at Angie* Give me my labcoat.
And see how soon we can get that ambulance.

Angela: Okay, Daddy! *gets his coat from the
grass and then runs off to see David and Gwen.*

Carlos: *starts to gently pull up Max’ hoodie,
which is soaked with water* I’m sorry it hurts, buddy. Open your eyes, stay
with me. I’m going to try to keep you from getting too cold now.

Huh. You know, I had an affinity for blue hoodies when I was your age.

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

*max
coughs, flips over, and vomits up a shit ton of water* *one of his ribs
is broken* *he coughs, and he coughed up blood* why? Wh…why… *he starts
to sob*

David: OHGOSH MAX! ARE YOU OKAY? DO WE NEED AN AMBULANCE?

C: Call one. My god, I’m so sorry, Max… *holds
onto his shoulder, keeping him on his side while he coughs*

A: D-Daddy, there’s red….

C: I know, sweetie. Get a napkin – help him
clean his face.

*Angie does, taking one from the first-aid kit
and just gently dabbing at Max’ cheeks and around his mouth.*

*max is curled up in a ball, convulsing and vomiting water* I’m…okay…

David: IM GOING TO GET GWEN!

Carlos: Max, please try not to move. I might’ve
hurt something. I think I heard a crack.

Angela: David, use your phone! *mops up some
sweat or water or something on Max’ forehead.

It…hurts…I’m…sorry…I…didn’t mean to…

David: *calls gwen* *steps to the side to explain*

Carlos: Shh, Max, it’s okay. Just breathe,
buddy. Take it easy… just breathe slowly.

No…I…didn’t want this…I…didnt mean…I just wanted it to stop…hurting…*he vomits again* can’t…breathe…

Carlos: Try, Max, try to breathe. I’m sorry, I
hurt you. We’ll get you to the hospital and everything will be okay. Take it
slow… *he wipes at the tears in his eyes with one arm*

Angie: D-david’s getting an ambulance, Max. It’s
okay… it’s gonna be o-okay…

Huh. You know, I had an affinity for blue hoodies when I was your age.

cliche-ask-max:

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cliche-ask-max-deactivated20171:

Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

*max
coughs, flips over, and vomits up a shit ton of water* *one of his ribs
is broken* *he coughs, and he coughed up blood* why? Wh…why… *he starts
to sob*

David: OHGOSH MAX! ARE YOU OKAY? DO WE NEED AN AMBULANCE?

C: Call one. My god, I’m so sorry, Max… *holds
onto his shoulder, keeping him on his side while he coughs*

A: D-Daddy, there’s red….

C: I know, sweetie. Get a napkin – help him
clean his face.

*Angie does, taking one from the first-aid kit
and just gently dabbing at Max’ cheeks and around his mouth.*

*max is curled up in a ball, convulsing and vomiting water* I’m…okay…

David: IM GOING TO GET GWEN!

Carlos: Max, please try not to move. I might’ve
hurt something. I think I heard a crack.

Angela: David, use your phone! *mops up some
sweat or water or something on Max’ forehead.

Huh. You know, I had an affinity for blue hoodies when I was your age.

cliche-ask-max

cliche-ask-max-deactivated20171:

Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

*max
coughs, flips over, and vomits up a shit ton of water* *one of his ribs
is broken* *he coughs, and he coughed up blood* why? Wh…why… *he starts
to sob*

David: OHGOSH MAX! ARE YOU OKAY? DO WE NEED AN AMBULANCE?

C: Call one. My god, I’m so sorry, Max… *holds
onto his shoulder, keeping him on his side while he coughs*

A: D-Daddy, there’s red….

C: I know, sweetie. Get a napkin – help him
clean his face.

*Angie does, taking one from the first-aid kit
and just gently dabbing at Max’ cheeks and around his mouth.*