hiii can I request an enemies to lovers with Maddox x reader? thank you!
Sure!
A/n: I went with a Season 3 Maddox on the Yellow team vs. R on the blue team :)
Thanks for the request <3
“Rise and shine, Shallow Lake!” Corbin Bleu yells in the boys’ bunk.
“Intruder!” Ricky screams. “Get him!” Ricky stumbles out of his bed, and charges towards Corbin.
“Ricky, stop!” EJ grabs Ricky’s arms. “It’s Mr. Bleu.”
“What if I didn’t have a shirt on?” Carlos exclaims.
“Looks like you have three shirts on,” Channing, the cameraman, replies.
“You. You filmed me behind the bush,” Ricky says angrily, pointing at Channing.
“Hey, you,” Corbin blares his airhorn, looking at Jett. “Up.” A stuffed duck tumbles from Jett’s bunk. “Cute duck.” Corbin comments, and Jett jumps down, grabbing the duck off the floor.
“I’m calling it,” Kourtney comments, stepping into the boys’ bunk and looking at Corbin with disdain. “Corbin Bleu has officially lost his mind.” Then she catches sight of the duck in Jett’s arms. “Cute duck.”
“Folks, we’re two hours away from Camp Shallow Lake’s most exciting tradition. Tune in to see a bunch of theater kids get their heads out of the clouds and into the game.”
“I’m praying the game is chess,” Carlos deadpans.
“Report to the amphitheater at 8AM sharp for a day of sports. It’s Color War!”
. . .
“And then turn the paddle up near the ceiling near the end,” Maddox tells Gina. “Over and over again.”
“Like that?” Gina asks, mimicking the motion.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Maddox says.
“Okay,” Gina keeps making the rowing motion.
“Yeah, got it,” Maddox says. “Natural.”
Gina laughs.
“You just gotta commit to one side,” Maddox says, and Gina looks over, seemingly bewildered. “Of the canoe. Or else you’ll fall out. You’ll be fine. (Y/n) always is, and she’s so bad at canoe racing.”
“I heard that,” two figures walking through the barn door. Gina and Maddox look at the door, and both girls’ expressions brighten.
“She isn’t wrong,” EJ says, nudging his sister with a shoulder.
“Yeah, I hate both of you,” (Y/n) deadpans, but she winks at Maddox.
“Good morning,” EJ’s gaze falls on Gina. “And ahoy?”
“Oh, brother,” (Y/n) grumbles.
“Yes?” EJ asks, and (Y/n) lets out a groan. “Come on, Maddie,” (Y/n) says.
“Good luck, sailors,” Maddox says, and she and (Y/n) head out the back door.
. . .
“When I heard that the camp that’s putting on Frozen for Disney Plus has a day that’s emotionally similar to the 2006 to 2008 Disney Channel Games, I and the folks at the Mouse HQ jumped at the chance to include this in our docu-series. Dewey, you wanna explain the rules?” Corbin asks the camp director.
“Uh, sure,” Dewey steps forward. “Yeah. Every camper is required to participate in a few challenges. There’s two teams . . .”
“And within each team are teammates,” Corbin interrupts. “Okay, I got this. Okay. You know her. You love her. The captain of the Yellow Team, Maddox!”
The campers cheer, and (Y/n) nudges her friend.
“Not sure everybody loves me, but thank you,” Maddox says, and (Y/n) cracks a grin.
“Didn’t say they all did,” Corbin replies, and Maddox takes a spot at the front. “And the captain of the blue team, we’ve got the youngest Caswell, (Y/n).”
“Let’s go,” (Y/n) says, and everyone cheers. (Y/n) steps up beside Maddox. “You know my team is gonna win.” She says. “My team wins every year.”
“And every year, we’re on the same team,” Maddox says, her lips twitching. “Maybe it’s me, and not you.”
“Ha, you wish,” (Y/n) replies.
“No, with a big smile,” Corbin says, handing (Y/n) the clipboard, “tell the camera which of your Frozen friends are on each team.”
“What about the other campers?” (Y/n) asks.
“We had to blur their faces out for the doc, so, legally, we aren’t naming any other names unless they’ve signed the release. Yeah,” Corbin replies.
“Okay,” (Y/n) says. She clears her throat and reads. “On my team is Ricky, Ashlyn, Gina, and EJ.” The blue team cheers, and they gather around (Y/n) up front. “And on Maddox’s team, has Kourtney, Carlos, Jett, and Emmy.” When (Y/n) says Jett’s name, Maddox freezes slightly, and (Y/n) notices it out of the corner of her eye.
“Just so y’all know,” (Y/n) hears Kourtney say, “I’m scrappy. I fight dirty, and I will cheat.”
“Hmm!” Maddox says. “So it’s in the bag.”
“I’m also incredibly afraid of heights,” Kourtney continues.
Maddox’s smile falters. “Okay, so plus, minus.”
“Guys, if you were on a deserted island and could text one person, who would it be? Your mom? Your ex? Your life coach?” Corbin steps off the stage and up to Channing, who is still holding the camera. Tomorrow, the winning team can text whoever they want when they get their phones back.”
The campers cheer loudly, talking loudly with their fellow campers.
“Get your team colors from the bins,” Corbin continues. “I’m Corbin Bleu, and you’re watching Disney Plus.”
. . .
(Y/n), now clad in all blue, runs over to find Jett lying on the ground picking at the glass.
“Hey, man,” (Y/n) sits down beside him. “Gettin’ in the zone?”
“Not exactly,” Jett replies, picking up a yellow and black soccer ball and throwing it between his hands.
“I guess it was pretty intense last night,” (Y/n) says.
“Do you think I’m the worst? For the stuff that Maddie yelled at me about?” Jett sits up, looking at (Y/n).
“I’ve done more than a few things I’m ashamed of, dude,” (Y/n) replies. “I’m not one to judge.”
“I thought those texts came from a guy, and I was like, why does she get to date and I can’t. I didn’t even know what I was looking at,” Jett says.
“Does Mads know this?” (Y/n) questions.
“Not sure she’d even hear me,” Jett replies. “We used to sing together all the time as kids. Now we barely talk.”
(Y/n) crosses her legs underneath her. “So, I once knew this girl who was pretty mad at me, and I’ll tell you, I deserved it. Um, but the one thing that really helped is that I threw myself into something she cared about. Like, I joined the crew, and I worked really hard.”
“Is being a theater kid the answer to, like, everything in your world?” Jett asks.
“It doesn’t always have to be theater, but . . .” (Y/n) takes a moment, knowing that what she was about to say might make her team lose. “Look, Maddie loves camp. It’s Color War. Maybe help her win?” (Y/n) leans back. “I mean, it’s a fifty-fifty shot, dude. One team wins, or the other does.”
“Or there’s the third option, where they toss the results in a pizza oven,” Ashlyn walks over.
“I get it, that’s good,” (Y/n) laughs.
. . .
“How you feelin’, Maddie?” (Y/n) asks, nudging her friend.
“Oh, you know I’m gonna win,” Maddox replies, turning to face (Y/n).
(Y/n) looks over and watches both Gina and Ricky miss their practice shots, “Yeah, you’re probably gonna win this one.”
Maddox looks over at her friend, studying her face. She looks away quickly before (Y/n) turns her attention back to Maddox.
. . .
“Gina,” (Y/n) shakes her friend’s shoulder. “Gina!”
Gina sits up, her forehead slamming into (Y/n)’s nose.
“Oh my god,” Gina says apologetically, as (Y/n) clutches at her nose.
“I’m fine,” (Y/n) replies, her eyes watering. “Are you? You collapsed?”
“I’m, uh, fine,” Gina replies and Ricky and (Y/n) help her to her feet.
“You still have a chance to be our hero,” (Y/n) says. “We’re tied. If you make the shot, we win.”
“You got this,” Ricky says. “Probably.” He hands her the basketball.
“Back up,” Gina says, and everyone takes a few steps back.
She spins a few times, throws the ball and it swishes into the net.
“Blue Team wins!” Corbin yells and the Blue Team cheers.
“Nice, G,” (Y/n) offers her hand for a fist-bump. Gina accepts.
“That was crazy!” Ricky says.
(Y/n) turns to Maddox. “Nevermind,” she jokes. “Blue Team might just win after all.”
. . .
“Hey, Dewey?” (Y/n) hops on one foot. “Is Simon gonna sue you for stealing his game?” (Y/n) asks.
“I don’t know Simon personally,” Dewey replies.
“Breaking news,” (Y/n) jokes still hopping on one foot. “Dewey Wood locks Simon of Simon Says in his basement.”
Maddox laughs.
“Dewey says stop!” Dewey says and the campers stop hopping. “Dewey says dance like you’re at the camp prom.”
The campers begin dancing, except for Ricky and Ashlyn.
“What he say?” Ashlyn asks.
“There’s a camp prom?” Ricky asks.
Peep, says Dewey’s whistle. “You two, out,” he says. “Stop.” Gina stops spinning. Peep, “Out,” he gestures to Gina. “Dewey says spin in a circle,” Dewey says. “Simon says stop.” (Y/n) stops spinning. “Oh! I’m Dewey, not Simon! You’re out.” (Y/n) hops over the line. “Dewey says that is a great victory for the Yellow Team. Congrats, you two.” Jett and Maddox are the only two left.
“Whoa, hello, new person who’s trying really hard today,” Maddox turns to her brother.
“Yeah? Let’s keep it going!” Jett says, lifting his hand for a high-five, and Maddox accepts.
Jett passes by (Y/n), breathing a thank you, before he goes to stand by Carlos and Kourtney.
. . .
“Okay. Hi,” Val steps onto the stage, all the campers having gathered back in the amphitheater, now sitting sorted to color. “Um, it’s a tie game,” Val says, “so the outcome of this cheer-off determines the fate of Color War.
“Wooo!” Ricky cheers.
“Let’s go Blue!” (Y/n) adds, and the Blue Team cheers louder.
“Okay. So, this year, I have picked It’s On from Camp Rock 2,” Val continues. “And I’ve printed off lyric sheets, but if you don’t know the words, that means something went deeply wrong in your childhood, and you didn’t watch this iconic sequel. Oh, and as a reminder, when I stop singing, somebody has to take over. Here we go.”
“Drums,” Jett starts.
“A little guitar, please,” Val takes over.
“One, two, three, four,” Val continues.
“I hope you're ready for the time of your life
Just look at me, I put a gleam in your eye
Buckle-up, we're gonna take you for a ride”
“Let's go, we gotcha goin' good in a vibe
Everybody put your hands to the sky
Buckle-up, we're gonna take you, take you high” (Y/n) takes over, passing in front of Maddox and winking.
“Show me, show me, show me, show me, show what you got
Come on, come on, come on, come on, ready or not
La-la, la-la, la-la, let me see how you vibe
It's on, it's on, it's on” All the campers join in.
“Get crazy, crazy, crazy, take it over the top
'Cause we, 'cause we, 'cause when we rock we let it rock
Rock it, rock it, rock it, rock it, dance 'til we drop"
It's on, it's on, it's on” All of the campers again.
“Okay now, are you ready?
One, two, one, two, three, four” Jett takes over.
“Show stoppin' when I step in the place
Before it's done, you're gonna beg me to stay
Get on board, come on, let's ride the wave” Jett continues.
“Let's go, let's go, we just do what we do
Watch me break and pop, I'll pass it to you
You wanna rock like us 'cause we're never second place” Maddox takes over, passing by (Y/n) and doing a similar wink.
“Show me, show me, show me, show me, show what you got
Come on, come on, come on, come on, ready or not
La-la, la-la, la-la, let me see how you vibe
It's on, it's on, it's on” All the campers chime in once more.
“Get crazy, crazy, crazy, take it over the top
'Cause we, 'cause we, 'cause when we rock we let it rock
Rock it, rock it, rock it, rock it, dance 'til we drop
It's on, it's on, it's on”
“Okay now, are you ready?
One, two, one, two, three” (Y/n) takes the mic.
“Th-th-there is no competition
That's why we in the number one position
Your crew can't hang with us, man, we're too dangerous” Jett takes another mic.
“Ain't got the style or the stamina” Maddox takes Jett’s mic.
“Just doin' my thing, get hooked on my swing” Ricky and Ashlyn take (Y/n)’s mic.
Rockin' the place, droppin' the bass, makin' all the girls sing” Carlos and Kourtney chime in.
“Yeah, we make the bell ring
It's on, it's on” Jett and Maddox sing together.
“Show me, show me, show me, show me, show what you got
Come on, come on, come on, come on, ready or not
La-la, la-la, la-la, let me see how you vibe
It's on, it's on, it's on
Get crazy, crazy, crazy, take it over the top
'Cause we, 'cause we, 'cause when we rock we let it rock
Rock it, rock it, rock it, rock it, dance 'til we drop
It's on, it's on, it's on
Show me, show me, show me, show me, show what you got
Come on, come on, come on, come on, ready or not
La-la, la-la, la-la, let me see how you vibe
It's on, it's on, it's on
Get crazy, crazy, crazy, take it over the top
'Cause we, 'cause we, 'cause when we rock we let it rock
Rock it, rock it, rock it, rock it, dance 'til we drop
It's on, it's on, it's on” All of the campers finish.
“It's on,” Jett finishes, and the Yellow Team lifts him on their shoulders.
“America, I am so glad that the missing camper got rescued, because he just won for the Yellow Team!” Corbin announces in his mic.
Val walks over and hands Jett the trophy-oar, and he shakes it in the air happily.
“Whooo!” Jett says, as yellow and blue confetti explode from the confetti cannons. He steps over to his sister. “Hey. Don’t tell anyone, but today wasn’t the worst,” he hands Maddox the oar.
Maddox looks at her brother for a moment. “Quite the turnaround, Jett.”
“We did it together, Maddie,” Jett says as (Y/n) watches the two. “We got the win,” Jett adds.
“Yeah,” Maddox’s tone softens. “Yeah, we did.”
Jett steps off to talk to Ricky and Gina, and (Y/n) steps over to her friend.
“He’s a very committed young man, huh?” (Y/n) nudges her friend.
“Yeah. Yeah. I’m not sure exactly what changed,” Maddox says.
“Maybe he just wants to show you he cares?” (Y/n) asks.
Maddox looks up into her friend’s face. “(Y/n), I think I see what you’re trying to do, and I appreciate it so much. But we’ve had good days before and . . . I just don’t wanna let my guard down and get hurt again, you know?”
(Y/n) nods thoughtfully, and Maddox wraps her in a hug.
“I meant it when I said I appreciated it,” Maddox says. (Y/n)’s expression softens, and she returns the hug.
. . .
(Y/n) heads down to the amphitheater and begins helping pick up some of the blue and yellow streamers off the ground.
“You know you don’t have to do that,” Maddox says, though her tone is teasing. (Y/n) rolls her eyes playfully.
“You say that every year, Madds,” (Y/n) walks up to her friend. “And every year I still help.”
Maddox grins, amused, at her friend.
(Y/n) studies Maddox’s face closely, taking in her friend dirty blonde hair, and splash of freckles.
Suddenly, both girls surge towards each other.
Maddox cups her friend’s face, and presses their lips together. She suddenly pulls back, “I-i’m sor–”
(Y/n) snorts, and pulls Maddox back in, cupping her face this time.
The fireworks go off overhead, and Maddox pulls away, looking at the beautiful colors in the sky.
“Fireworks,” Maddox murmurs.
(Y/n) laughs delightly. “Makes total sense to me,” (Y/n) looks back down, looking into Maddox’s face once more.
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