Finally

Part 3: Call Me Crazy

I don't rightfully remember what happened earlier...

But I know I upset Max.

Staring at the ceiling, I try really hard to think about what I'd said...or done.

Lord Help me- that could be anything.

I probably was an utter slag...or twat.

Usually a twat when I'm high.

Oh well...I'm sure I scared him off. Goodbye could be romantic relationship. Hello awkward office relationship.

Knock...Knock...

I'm shocked.

Standing at the door, Max is there with a balloon and a bag of take out. Coming over to me, he smiles softly as he moves the bed tray over my lap and sits on the edge of the bed after tying off the cliche get well soon heart balloon.

"What's all this?" I asks shyly as he opens the bag and sets a take out foam box in front of us.

"Just thought you'd be hungry." He hands me a fork and opens the lid to reveal a big piece of chocolate cheesecake with ice cream on the side.

"Oh...you didn't have to do this."

"I know...I wanted too." He smiles sweetly and takes a bite. I can't help but sit there awkwardly looking between him and the dessert. "Your ice creams gonna melt."

"Max...I'm um...I'm sorry...for earlier. I'm a bit foggy and unsure of what I said or did, but..."

"You're fine. Don't worry about it."

"I am...gonna worry about it. Max, I really upset you and I don't..." He rubs his hand up and down my shin and smiles warmly at me.

"Knock knock..."

"What?"

"No- you say who's there."

"I know how a knock knock joke works." I argue and he smirks.

"Knock knock."

"Huh...who's there?" I wait patiently and he grins even wider.

"Me..."

"Oh come on, Max do we really..."

"Me..."

"Me who?" I growl.

"Meeeeeeeee-tahhh baaaallll!!" He says like Mario and I feel the vein in my forehead pulsing at his ridiculousness. "Come on...come on...I know you liked that one."

Shaking my head, I start laughing slightly and he smiles from ear to ear.

"It's not funny." I say and try to stop laughing.

"It is funny. It's better than your parking meter joke."

"As if."

"Okay- Dr. Comedy. Tell me a better joke." He insists and I shake my head and then sigh. "Come on..."

"I'm thinking." I playfully snap and then set my fork down. "Did you know...that water is heavier than butane?"

Furrowing his brows, he is unsure of why I bring this fact up.

"Helen, a joke- not a..."

"Because Butane is a lighter fluid." I finish and it takes him a second before he rolls his eyes and bursts out laughing.

"Hahaha!!! Okay...okay Dad Jokester. That was pretty good. But do you have another one?"

"I don't do jokes." I lie and he narrows his eyes.