Gwen sighed as she watched the sleeping camper. How did she even end up in this whole mess. A fight broken out with Max's parents and David, causing David to have to leave to go in court and full on fight. On nights where David was too preoccupied, Gwen had watched him. Usually, the nights were pretty casual. They gamed, ate junk food, cussed and watched reality television shows until they passed out.
Max was the first to go out, so Gwen had carried him to her bed. What set her off was the fact that Max had instantly cried out in his sleep the moment she set him down.
"Don't! It ...hurts…" Max called out as Gwen's gazed hardened. Okay, time to get him up… ASAP. Gwen shook the child easily, which caused him to bolt upright. This child was surprisingly easy to wake. Probably from the dream… or maybe his body was trained to wake up at the smallest of sounds as a defense mechanism…
When Max calmed down enough to figure out where he was, he hesitantly looked over at her. "Gwen?" His hoarse voice rang out. Gwen felt her chest do something entirely weird, something that only Max seemed to make her feel when she knew he was thinking about what happened before. She quickly wrapped her arms around him tightly, he didn't hesitate to hug her back.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Max shook his head.
"Do you wanna watch some rich bitches fight and eat ice cream?"
Max nodded.
Gwen smiled softly as she lifted him up and took him over to the couch again. She grabbed a tub of ice cream and two spoons before she headed back out towards him.
"Gwen?"
"What's up?"
"Can… Can I sleep out here with you?" Gwen smiled softly.
"Of course, but why don't we both just sleep in the bed?"
"Fine, but if you tell anyone I'll fucking murder you." Max grabbed one of the spoons.
"Ha! You can try!" Max smiled softly as they began to watch their shows.
"CUT THE BITCH!"
"FUCK HER UP!"