Chase was released from the hospital after 5 and a half days.
It took him a while to eat his meals, he still felt sick eating so much, his stomach had shrunk. Of course the nurses gave him smaller amounts so his stomach didn't literally explode.
Chase decided that going to therapy would be a good idea. He would try it out to see if it helped at all.
His mom was still pissed and snappy with him. She screamed at him for using food as a way to cope with mental issues that he "shouldn't even have".
His parents argued a lot while he was gone at the hospital. They argued on the car ride home. They argued the night he came back.
It got so bad and overwhelming that Chase went to Max's house.
"They're just worried."
"I know." Chase whispered as Max rubbed the back of his neck and upper back. "Its just upsetting... And they're arguing because of me... I'm just glad Milo is at my grandma's..."
Max held Chase closer to him, rocking him gently. Max gave the best hugs, he gave the best cuddles, the best back rubs, the best forehead kisses... He was so lovey and affectionate.
It was nice getting kissed or held or rubbed instead of being the one doing it. Chase loved holding Max, but shit, he absolutely loved when Max gave him attention.
And Max liked holding and kissing Chase, showering him with love and affection. He was somewhat more dominant than Chase.
"Just give it a bit." Chase nodded, holding Max's waist. "Wait! I know how to ch-cheer you up!"
Chase lifted his head, blinking up at Max. "How?" Max giggled, kissed Chase quickly, and carefully flipped out from under Chase's body. "Max!"
"One minute!" Max went to his closet, shutting the door behind him.
They've been together for over a month now. They couldn't remember the exact days or weeks, they just know it's been over a month.
"Max, why are you in the closet?"
Chase heard a sweet giggle and things being moved around. Chase sat up and went to the edge of the bed, waiting impatiently.
"Close your eyes."
What the hell is this boy doing?!
Chase closed his eyes, informing Max they were closed. He hears the closet shut and open.
He felt Max grabs his hands and place them on his hips.
"Okay, open your eyes."
Chase eyes shot open, then widened at the sight in front of him.
Max was wearing a pretty, frilly pink skirt. It's was a baby doll pink, it looked gorgeous against Max's fair skin tone.
His thighs were milky and smooth. Max shook his hips, the skirt swaying.
"I kinda... stole it from Mandy..." Max gulps as Chase rubs his thumbs against Max's hip bones. "Do you l-like it?"
Max looked absolutely adorable. He was wearing a pretty, pink mini skirt and a black, oversized hoodie. He was a beauty.
"Yes, you look so adorable."
Chase rubs his fingers gently against Max's bare thighs, his eyes trailing down to them.
His heart dropped. The world seemed to have froze for a second. Chase's chest tightened.
A handful of white, healed scared were littered on Max's pretty, creamy thigh. Some were longer and larger than others, some short but deep.
