//Your POV//

"Fuck it. We're not paying for snacks at the theatre, we're smuggling shit in," I turned into the parking lot of a small convince store.

"Ya know, I have a special place in mind, it's kinda of far but I think we can make the movie," Max looked at his phone.

I cracked each car window open so that Spartacus had air to breathe, but not enough room to jump out of the car.

"Really? What makes this so 'special' anyways?" I asked, intrigued.

"It's a drive in movie, so we'll be able to bring Sparty with us."

"Oh, cool."

We walked into the store, the bell doing a little 'ding!'

Max went to the counter, asking for cigarettes, while I wandered off into the isles of the store.

I ended up getting some knock off brand of Takis (since they didn't have the real deal) and an ice tea.

I waited outside for Max, since he was taking his time.

I was leaning against the drivers door of my car, on my phone, when I didn't notice there was a guy standing in front of me.

"Hey, doll.."

I perked my head up, realizing this wasn't Max, since his voice was much deeper and gruff.

The man had his brown, messy hair tied up into a bun.

He wore a grey T-shirt and black sweatpants with black slides.

He was roughly 6ft tall, about an inch taller than Max was.

Speaking of, Max was in the back of the store, getting a fountain drink.

The guy was just staring at me, licking his lips.

"What?" I asked, getting annoyed by him just looking at me.

"What are you doing all alone out here tonight? Want me to give you a ride home?"

"Why would I do that if I'm literally standing next to my car?"

"It looks like you're waiting for someone, anyone, actually," He ignored what I stated.

"Are you implying that I look like a hooker?" I scowled at the gross man.

"No. But maybe, I can show you a good time~"

"Yeah, no thanks."

"Aw come on. Why are you standing out here all alone when you could be having a fun time with me?"

"I'm not alone, I'm just waiting for my friend to be done. Leave me alone, now."

Usually, I didn't have a problem with telling guys like this to fuck off (being flirted with at all is a rarity in itself), but this one just wouldn't budge.

"I won't ask again," He growled, putting his hands on my shoulders.

This was gonna get ugly, fast.

And that's when a hand slapped on his shoulder, "Hey man, you should probably just fuck off while you can."

Max was finally out.

"What are you, her boyfriend?" The man laughed.

"Does that matter to you?" Max squeezed his shoulder.

He pulled the guy off of me and pushed him to the curb.

"I suggest you get the hell out of my sight before I decide to use your spine as a backscratcher," Max growled at him, picking him up by the collar of his shirt.

The man scampered away, showing how much of a pussy he really was.

"Thanks, Max."

"It's no problem. Dirt bags like him deserve to get taught a lesson," Max lit a cigarette, "Mind if I smoke in your car?"

"If the windows open, sure."

- later -

As we're driving Max sighs, "I think we should skip the drive in."

"Why? What's wrong?"

"It's just..there's a lot of trash bags like that in that area and..maybe it'll just save us money."

I honestly didn't care, I just wanted to make him happy, so I decided to just go along with what he thought was best.

Plus, it was also a given that he was more street smart in this area than I am.

"..alright then. I have an idea."

It was obvious the whole situation at the mini mart bugged him, so I thought something a little more fun than a movie might lighten the mood.

I drove us all the way back to my town, and to a small little side building with glowing neon lights that say "Buddy's 24/7 roller skating arena."

"What are we doing here?" Max asked.

"Do you know how to skate?" I asked him with a smile.

"Well, Yeah, But...oh."

"Yeah. Marie says this place is usually dead at this time of night so we get the whole place to ourselves."

We walked in, got skates, and went onto the floor.

I fell a couple times, most of the time laughing.

I ended up having to hold on to the wall.

"Y/n, do you know how to skate?

"Hah, no."

"Fine, I'll teach you," He chuckled.

He demonstrated a little bit on how to get around and skate back up to me to help me try.

I gripped on to his arm while shuffling across the floor.

"Come on Y/n, you can do it. Let go, try it by yourself," Max pried my hand off his arm.

I sorta of rolled out and scooted a little bit towards Max, then going a little faster.

I was started to get the hang of it...

then I fell, face first.

"Ow.." I gripped onto my head, on my knees on the floor, "I'm never gonna be able to do this."

Max bent over hand held his hand out for me, "Hey, it's okay. You're still learning."

He helped me up and didn't let go of my hand.

"Come on, let's just try to go around together. You fall, I fall, so we're in this together."

"Um, okay."

His hand was warm and firm, keeping a good grip on me that stopped me from hitting the ground when I tripped.

Once we finally went around the whole rink (Sparty following us across the rink since the teen working there didn't care if Sparty was there or not.)We decided to take a break.

"Wanna go in the arcade for a bit?" He asked me.

"Sure. I bet I can beat you at air hockey."

"Oh yeah?" Max smirked, a competitive glare in his eye.

It was a tough battle, but I did end up winning against Max, 3 times.

I let him win once, but he knew I was going easy on him.

As we were walking out of the rink, Spartacus in my arms, Max pulled out a cigarette again and sat on the bench in front of the place.

I put Sparty in the car (the windows cracked open, of course) and joined him on the bench.

"You ever tried smoking?" Max asked me.

"No. Mom or Dad never let me, and I guess I just haven't thought about it. It kinda grosses me out anyways??"

"You wanna try?" Max held his cigarette in front of me.

"...sure, just this once."

"That's the spirit. Just breathe in the smoke, hold it for a second, then breathe out," Max explained.

I put the small cancer stick between my lips, and breathed in.

I immediately choked on the disgusting vapors that I inhaled.

I coughed and coughed, how could he enjoy such a thing?

Max laughed a little bit at my reaction.

"It's terrible, right?" Max took back the cigarette and took a hit, "You don't have to force yourself."

"If *cough* you think it's terrible *wheeze* wHY do you do it??" I asked him between coughs.

"Well, it's an addiction, I can't stop. I was just like you when I first started but, I couldn't stop. I guess it makes me feel, alive?? I dunno, it's hard to explain."

"Ah."

"So, you wanna call it a night?"

"Sure."