13 I Can't Cook to Save my Life

I turn around to see Max.

"What are you doing? Aren't you supposed to be in class," I said to him as he jogs over to me.

"Where are you going," he asks me, ignoring my questions.

"I'm going home."

"So, they suspended you?"

"Yeah. For two days, but it was worth it."

"Yeah, the video is everywhere. Nice job."

"Thanks," I say laughing.

"So, instead of going home, you wanna do something fun?"

"What do you mean fun? Everyone has a different meaning of fun."

"Do you trust me," he asks, making a puppy dog face.

"Ok, fine. I don't have anything better to do anyways, but you have to drive me to work afterwards." Max takes my hand and pulls me to run to his car.

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We were driving for a while before Max stopped the car. He wouldn't tell me where we were going and I even started to ask if he was going to kill me.

I mean... You never know. I did just meet him and all. I barely know anything about him. Although, when he did stop and parked in front of this huge warehouse looking building, I got a little scared.

It looked like this abandoned warehouse. The white paint on the outside was turning yellow and the windows looked dirty.

"Ok, now I really have to ask. Do you plan on killing me?"

"It's a little too late to be asking that question, isn't it? You said you trust me. I promise you'll like it." And with that, he lead me to the door of the warehouse.

When I walked in, I saw what I least expected. It surely did not look like the outside. It was a bowling alley.

It was newly built. The inside of the building was brick, giving off a vibe. There was some nice graffiti sprayed onto the bricks. There was also a homey feel to it. There was a kitchen and there were couches and nice decor.

"Wow, this is awesome!"

"One day, the group found this abandoned warehouse and it was for sale, so we made it our hangout spot. We rebuilt the inside and we had to do a vote on what to put here. Now we have our own bowling alley."

"That's crazy cool. I've never seen anything like this. Well I guess getting suspended on my second day of school was worth it. Although, today I had art class."

"Let's forget about that. Wanna play a game of bowling," Max asks, smirking.

"Once again, I have to warn you."

"Alright. Whoever loses has to cook and I'm a pretty bad cooker, so you should let me win."

"I don't lose. Your just gonna have to deal with it."

Max picks up a bowling ball. He's not even holding it correctly. I start laughing and he looks back at me pouting.

"Oh, you think that's funny," he asks putting down the bowling ball. He starts walking towards me and I slowly walk backwards.

"No, it's not funny, it's hilarious." I try to keep it in, but I burst out laughing. He starts coming closer, but I run away. He starts chasing me.

"MAX, IM SORRY," I say trying to get away from him.

"YOU WILL BE WHEN I'VE CAUGHT YOU!" I turn back to see him getting closer. There's a door close by and I run into it. I lock the door and turn on a switch close to me.

When I turn around, it was like another area of the warehouse. It was this unfinished graffiti project of a magical forest.

BANG BANG BANG

"SPENCE OPEN THE DOOR!" Max was banging on the door.

"ONLY IF YOU PROMISE TO NOT ATTACK ME!" I heard a sigh from outside.

"Alright fine." After a few seconds I opened the door. The moment he steps in, he runs towards something. When I see him turn around again, it's too late. Max sprays me all over with spray paint.

"WHAT THE FUCK, MAX!" When the can was done, I was stuck there shocked. Max was literally rolling on the floor with laughter. I was blue. BLUE! You can see the print my body made on the wall.

I spot different containers of paint in the corner, probably left over from when they rebuilt the inside of the warehouse. While Max was distracted with laughing, I snuck over and grabbed the paint.

I saw him slowly standing back up and when he spotted me, I started squirting the paint all over him.

"SPENCER!!!" While I was squirting the paint on him, he ran over to grab some paint too.

"AHHHHH MAX!!" At this point we were both pouring buckets of paint over each other's heads. Paint was splattering all over the walls.

By the time there was no more paint, we were both tired of running around. We were both trying to catch our breaths.

"You liar! You said you wouldn't attack me!"

"I'm sorry. Althoughhhhh, we did get something good out of it. You didn't miss art class," he says smiling and looking over at the wall.

The wall actually looked awesome. My body print was in the middle of the wall and there was different color paint splatter all around it.

It almost looked magical.

"Woooooow!! Ok your forgiven, but now I'm hungry and covered in paint."

"There's a washer and dryer. There's also a shower in the bathroom. I have some extra clothes in my car, so you can wear that while you wash your clothes."

"You basically lost bowling, so I guess your cooking."

"What?!?! We didn't even play?!?"

"You couldn't even hold the ball correctly!!!"

"Alright fine, but I warned you."

I took a shower in one of the bathrooms after Max brought me some clothes. This warehouse was literally a mansion.

When I came back to the kitchen after getting dressed and putting my clothes in the dryer, after they were done being washed, Max was cooking over the stove.

"These joggers are comfy. Can I keep them?"

"Sure."

"Who did the graffiti work around here? It's amazing!"

"I did."

"Are you in the arts department," I ask. I didn't see him in any of my classes, but he probably had art for a different period.

"No, my parents wanted me in the criminal justice courses instead. My mom's a lawyer and my dad's a parole officer. They want me to continue in their footsteps," he says, rolling his eyes.

"Why don't you tell them what you want to do," I ask. I didn't like it when parents tried to shape their children's lives into something that their children didn't like. It was like living a life you didn't want and I wouldn't want to live like that. I know that some parents do it because they care about their kids, but sometimes, it can make them miserable.

Max didn't answer, he just turned around from the stove with a bowl in his hands.

"What's that?"

"Spaghetti?" He said it like it was a question. I looked into the bowl.

"Dude, you literally just took a can of spaghettios and put it on the stove."

"You know what? Let's just go out to eat," Max says.

"That would be better." I change back into my clothes that are now clean and we leave the warehouse. We still had some time before I had to go to work.