After being dragged into Camp Camp, I found a 31 day writing prompt.

These one shots are gonna be hella short so be prepared for less than 1,000 words per chapter. But there will be daily updates.

Day 1: Warmth

Chapter Summary: Max wakes up at 1 in the morning, cold. Now he had to ask David for a blanket.

1 am, a small boy pulls his covers over his head and breaths into his hands, trying to keep himself warm. The night was much colder than he had anticipated and he only pulled one blanket out of the closet instead of an extra two. He wished he'd listened to David, who he'd been living with for a year after his parents abandoned him, when he told him to grab more. But of course, Max was just too stubborn to listen. Shivering, he finally decided that he'd made himself suffer for long enough and sat up to grab an extra blanket.

The one he already had fell off his shoulders, letting cold air embrace him. He sighed and jumped off his bed, walking down to his bedroom door and into the hallway. Max made his way to the closet where the blankets and extra pillows were kept. Opening it, he found that the blankets he remembered being there before were missing.

'David must have taken them all.' He thought.

Max sighed again. Now he'll have to ask David for one. Making his way over to David's room, he realized just how tired he was. 'An 11 year old really shouldn't be up past 9 pm.' he remembered being told when David first noticed his bad sleeping patterns.

Max opened the door to David's room and looked in. Of course, there were all the blankets, piled on David. God it looked so damn warm. Max walked in a began to tug on a blanket in an attempt to pull it away from David. The mass of fabric began to move and sat up. "Max? What are you doing awake?" David asked, waking up. "Nothing. I just-" Max cut himself off. He was not about to give David a reason to be fatherly and try to take extra care of him. He was just cold, he didn't need anything more than one stupid blanket.

"I saw you only took one blanket for the night. Do you need one of mine?" David lifted one and offered it to Max, who nodded. He took the big, soft blanket and wrapped it around himself. "Why did you take them all if you knew I might need one?" Max questioned. David blinked at him. "Well, I thought… if you didn't need them… maybe you didn't..." He stammered, not knowing how to respond to the question. "I don't want to sound selfish- but, well, if you didn't need them, I figured you wouldn't mind… if I took them all?" David shrugged. Max glared at him. On a night as cold as tonight, why the hell wouldn't he get woken up from shivering? Sure he had been used to sleeping cold when the lived with his parents but...

The room was quiet. David hopped Max wouldn't be mad. He knew it would be cold and he took at the softest, warmest blankets and sheets they had in their closet.

"Thanks. Goodnight, asshole." Max mumbled. He walked back into him room, blanket trailing behind him. David smiled. "Good night Max"

Max climbed back into his bed with both of his blankets and quickly began to fall back asleep.

Living with David is so much better than living with his birth parents.

Review if this is something I should continue.