Amelie x Max

Ch. 20 Amelie x Max

"Damn, I really wanted to bone you. Why'd you have to break your spine?" Amelie said.
"Those old bags- I mean grannies... They really are annoying old bags!" Max said, groaning in pain.
The nurse came in. She looked somewhere around 20, and she had huge milkers. As she walked in, her monstrous boobs bounced lightly, giving Max shivers. Amelie was jealous because she was a plank, and Max could never love a plank.
"Alright Max, your spine needs three days to recover. The reason it will recover so quick is because we need this story to be interesting and no one wants your spine to be broken until chapter 116. Have fun with your plank here," She said. The nurse turned around sharply, allowing her boobs to wobble. She then exited as quick as she came.
"Did you see her- her boobs! They were like, kachow, you know what I mean?"
Amelie wasn't listening. She was too busy looking in the mirror.
"Imagine if I had boobs Max. Wouldn't that be a turn on?" Amelie said, turning around.
"You don't need boobs to turn me on, Amelie. You already turn me on enough as it is," Max replied.
Amelie's eyes twinkled- her heart thumped loud in her chest.
"Max, um- when we get out of here... can we da-"
Max's parents rushed in, drowning out Amelie's words. She was devastated.
"Max, sweetie, are you okay? We beat up those grannies for you," His mother said, stroking Max's hair.
Amelie left the hospital. Her mascara ran down her face. She looked fucking HIDEOUS.  Amelie was jealous of big boobs. She would never have huge milkers- that was the painful truth. She knew Max only said that to be nice. Maybe Max would love her if she was Izzy. Izzy's boobs were humongous.
Amelie then decided she was going to go far, far away and be homeless.
To be continued...