Arcades And Roommate Talks

                                    

                                          
"God, I'm horrible at this." I laugh, staring at the big F on the screen. 
                          
"I can't even find the lie to make you feel better." Max laughs as he gets off the small stage. 
                          
I turn around and get off as well. He takes our tickets, well, he's probably the only reason we got them. 
                          
"I think-" I trip and fall into his arms. 
                          
He helps me stand straight, his eyes not leaving mine. There's a small smile glued to his face and he's still holding on to my arms. 
                          
I look away and he releases my arms and awkwardly scratches the back of his head. 
                          
"I can barely walk, how am I supposed to dance?" I laugh and he joins in.
                          
"Wanna play a different game?" 
                          
"No,", I shake my head, "I like this one. Again!" 
                          
I throw my hands in the air and he chuckles before taking out two coins. I quickly climb back up and he follows. This time, he chooses a song and the game begins. 
                          
I miss almost each step and jump a second too late. Max chuckles and I shoot him a glare. 
                          
The game ends and there's my big 'F' on the screen. I fold my arms and pout but quickly start laughing. 
                          
"Man," Max laughs, "I think this is the first time you're getting an F."
                          
I gasp and look back at the screen. "I will master you, oh dance game."
                          
"Is it your first time playing this game?" 
                          
"Surprisingly, yes." I frown. "I never played it when I went to the arcade."
                          
"Any game you don't suck at?" He chuckles. I push his shoulder back and laugh. 
                          
"Let's go play that one." I point to the basketball game. 
                          
"May," he arches a brow, "I've seen you throw."
                          
"Insult my skills one more time and I'll be throwing you into the hoop instead of that ball." I point my index finger at him. 
                          
"Sorry." He raises his hands in mock surrender and I chuckle. I take out our tickets before turning to him. 
                          
"Let's go." I hook my arm around his and pull him towards the game. 
                          
He inserts a coin and we each grab a ball. I throw mine first and it enters through the net. I hear Max hum, sounding impressed and I smile. 
                          
He throws his in and it also goes through. We continue and he misses a couple of shots but each one of mine goes through. 
                          
"How are you so good at this game?" 
                          
We finish playing and I rest my back against the metal. He mirrors me and stands next to me. 
                          
"My therapist had a hoop in her office. It was meant for kids but she said teenagers also liked it. We both know I spent a lot of time there so I got to learn and sharpen my new skill."
                          
"Maya." I look up at him. When he's this close, I have to crane my neck a bit. He's almost as tall as Mason. "Maya, I'm really sorry."
                          
"No, please, we've been over this. Stop it with the apologies."
                          
"I know but-" 
                          
"I'm hungry. Are you hungry?" 
                          
He slowly nods, realising that I really don't want to talk about this. What if we end up talking about Mason? I don't want to keep this secret from him but I also don't want to tell him, not yet.