saved | e.d.

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MAX POV
(A/N: weird right?)

"did he just- how did he get that from what i told him?" i asked dumbfounded.

"he's hurt, jealous, and hates you." she says getting up. "i'm sorry. he didn't have to be such an asshole." she said trying to console me in a way. i'm a big boy though i can handle it.

"alex, it's fine. considering what i did, i deserved it. but why does he think that just because i have feelings for you, that we're together?" i asked.

"because i've been friends with grayson again for quite a while and not ethan. so i guess because i refused to see ethan he thought that i was trying to hide some secret relationship with you or something. and i guess since he hates you for obvious reasons, he was even more pissed." she tried to make sense of her ex- or best friend- or whatever the hell they were.

"i think he just wanted a reason to blame you for leaving him on ghost for so long besides the fact that you didn't want to see him. from his point of view it probably hurts less that way." i reasoned. her eyes went sad and she put her head in her hands.

"hey, hey, please don't be upset. today is a good day. let's finish off today strong and tomorrow you can mope around if you'd like." she chuckled and nodded her head.

"okay fine. but i wanna get a tattoo. i don't know why i just had the random impulse but i want it and i want it now." she said sternly.

"okay miss bossy pants let's go." i teased holding open the door for her. she walked through it and headed for the elevator.

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"so what will this impulse tattoo be?" i asked out of curiosity.

"you'll see." she said turning to the tattoo artists and telling him what she wanted.

of course i wasn't going to come into a tattoo parlor and NOT get a tat, so i picked out one as well to put on my thigh.

alex had finished before me, and walked over to see what i was getting.

"can i see it now?" i asked. she nodded and showed me.

the tattoo was on her hip right where the band of your underwear goes. it was the word 'saved' in all caps.

"saved?" i asked in confusion.

"seems to be the word to describe my life, but for most of my life i was the one having to do extreme things to survive. no one gave a shit about me since i was practically born, let alone in any household i lived in. i was left alone to fend for myself in my parents house, my foster home, and when i was on the streets.

not once did someone care enough to actually help me until you and ethan. the only two people who brought true happiness into my really fucked up life. so i figured to fight my way back to happiness i need to always remember that i can't be scared of being saved anymore. i need to remember that there are people who care about me.

and i think that's one of the reasons why i was so terrified of seeing ethan again." she said with a pained look in her eyes.

"hey." i grabbed her hand in an attempt to comfort her, and began to speak again. "i love it. it's a beautiful tattoo, with a beautiful message, on a beautiful person." i said. she smiled and thanked me.

once my tattoo was done, we both payed and left. i drove us back to her apartment, and dropped her off.

"where are you staying tonight?" she asked.

"maddog is letting me crash with him until i find a place of my own." i answered.

"okay we'll be safe. goodnight." she said before turning around.

"night" i replied. i shifted the car out of park and drove off to maddogs place.

she really is an extraordinary girl.

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A/N: see i know what max did. but then he's all 🥺🥺 and i have no choice but to be soft. anyway i wrote from his point of view to show a little into his mind and because he loves alex. thought it might be a nice change. anyway i'll update again tonight 😚

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