City Kiddy, Meet Mountain Brat (bxb)

Chapter 6

Clay P.O.V (again because I can!)

I took my usual spot next to my mom, sitting on the grass. "Hi mom. I'm sorry I haven't been around for a couple weeks. Emmy says hi, she misses you. She is good. She still has a huge crush on Bradly, but she's in denial and Bradley is such a bonehead he can barely string a sentence together when he is around her. Sometimes I want to smack him. I just wish he would take his fifty pound, old style boom box to her house, crank up 'skullcrusher mountain' outside her window and keep his mouth shut so he doesn't blow it!" I laughed and reclined in the grass next to my mom. "I won my last fight, on a technicality, but I still won. I still imagine Franky's face when I fight...I know you...I know you don't like that, but...I suppose it's better than hitting Franky. Dad told me, before I can over, Franky and Amanda are coming tomorrow. I'm not sure how long they are staying for. I miss Amanda." I stated bluntly.

"Franky is still a dick, and I don't miss him at all. Are you sure he is your son? He kind of looks like dad, but he is a total..." I bit back the curse threatening to roll off my tongue. Mom never approved of cursing. I was silent for a while, my hands behind my head, staring at the blue sky. "I'm nervous to see him again." I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I, I really can't stand him, but I guess I'm more worried about Max. Oh I didn't tell you about Max!!"

I sat up quickly. I couldn't believe I forgot to tell her! I told her about Jill of course, but I never had anything to tell about Max.

"Well he is..." I laughed again. "He is so small, like five-four... he is really nice. I really like him. I'm afraid he is going to be buried under six feet of snow and I won't be able to find him and dig him out. I'm worried Franky is going to do to him what he does to me. Is it super creepy and overbearing if I want to protect him?...well it won't be the first creepy thing I've done." I said, embarrassed.

I laid back down next to the grave, trying to think of something else to tell her. Franky always scoffed at me for still coming to talk to her. I was pretty sure he hadn't been to visit since the funeral. She had died when I was ten, of cancer.

I rolled on my side to the other grave next to me; Emmy's mother. She had died when Emmy was seven. "Emmy said she visited yesterday, but she is doing good. She looks just like you, you know. She really misses you." I rolled back onto my back. "I wish you guys were here!" I said exasperatedly.

I sighed heavily. I had been doing this since I was seven. Emmy and I used to come down here together...wow I had been visiting this graveyard at least twice a month, for ten years. If that didn't make me sound crazy, I'm not sure what did.

"Oh you guys..." I sighed heavily, looking at the marble headstones. Maybe I will just lay here until Franky leaves.

(Max P.O.V.)

"Penelope, hi baby. What's up." I said brightly taking the phone that Emmy handed me. Emmy had been at the house when I got up, but I had no idea where Claton was.

~"yeah, hi."~ Penelope said shortly. That was really cold coming from her, it was weird.

"Are you alright?"

~"Well...no I, I don't think so."~ She said cautiously. ~"I, well. Max."~ she continued as though searching for the words. ~"I think perhaps we should see other people."~

My heart plummeted. Please let it be because I was a jerk or too far away, please.

~"it's not you, it's me. You are so great Max, you really are, but I just. I thought I was okay with you, well you know, being half gay or whatever. But, ever since you moved, I just...I don't know, I have a weird feeling, but I can't do this anymore, and I'm so sorry Max."~ she paused, obviously holding her breath. ~"please say something."~