more than friends

friends don't lie.. are you sure about that el?

i looked up at her. i wanted to tell her what happens at home, how i haven't had food in 6 days, everything! but.. i just couldn't. "yeah.. why?"

i asked her. "max, friends don't lie!" she snapped. "i-i'm not lying!!" i said, feeling more guilty than ever. el stared at me madly. "I'M NOT LYING ELEVEN!" i screamed as tears formed in my eyes.

MAX!! STOP LYING, ADMIT IT! ADMIT IT, ADMIT IT, ADMIT IT!!" el screamed so loudly, i'm pretty sure the whole state of alaska could hear. 

"ADMIT WHAT?! ADMIT THAT I HAVE A SHITTY LIFE, AND YOU DON'T? THAT YOUR PARENTS CARE FOR YOU, AND MINE ARE JUST ALCOHOLIC, RUDE, ABUSIVE PARENTS THAT DON'T GIVE  TWO SHITS ABOUT ME? THAT I HAVEN'T EATEN FOR 6 DAYS, OR HAVEN'T ANYTHING TO DRINK FOR 2 DAYS?! IS THAT WHAT YOUR LOOKING FOR? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT ME TO ADMIT? CUZ THERE. I ADMITTED IT." i yelled as i felt like my lungs were about to burst.

i couldn't help but start crying. el just stood there with her mouth, wide open, in disbelief. i, max mayfield, was crying in front of eleven hopper, and i just spilled my secret. el, my best friend has NEVER seen me cry, ever. i grabbed my backpack and ran out of the bathroom, running like a killer was chasing me, running for my life.

i ran out of school, as far as possible. about a minute from school, i threw my skateboard down and got on it. as i was riding, i couldn't help but let tears start pouring down from my eyes, to my cheeks, to my shirt, to my shorts, to my feet, to my skateboard, where the water stained my board, temporarily at least.

i tried to calm myself down, by talking to myself, saying things like 'it's ok max, your fine, nothing will happen, come on and just calm down! stop crying, it' s stupid and childish! el won't hate me, we've been best friends for 2 years now! she's the closest person i knew that was LIKE a best friend, even though she is-or was..my best friend.'

i got lost in my thoughts, and didn't notice the big speed bump right ahead of me. i started going faster, and faster, not noticing it and wanting to just, get home. once i was the fastest i could be, i realised the speed bump, and tried to slow down, but i couldn't, that only made me go faster. once i got onto it, i went flying off my skateboard, right onto the road. i definitely passed out.

~steve and robin we're heading down the road where max had fallen, about 7 minutes after the incident. steve was driving because robin didn't have her licence.~

"ew stop, don't say 'boobies!' robin yelled, chuckling. "sorry rob!!" steve giggled. they both we're laughing uncontrollably when robin saw a figure in the middle of the road, and they were about to run 'it' over.

"steve.. slow down!" robin yelped. "what?" steve asked, trying to annoy robin by going faster. he couldn't see the 'figure'. "STEVE, STOP PLEASE!!" robin screamed as loud as she could. "WHAT ROB?!" he screamed. robin pointed to the 'figure' as they were about a second away from running 'it' over. steve slammed on the breaks, as they both unbuckled their seatbelts, threw the doors open, and ran to the little girl. it was max.

~17 minutes later~

"COME ON MAX, PLEASE TALK TO ME!!" steve screamed. "little red, come on, wake up, please!!" robin pleaded, putting her hand on max's heart. no response. steve looked at the bruised, cut up, bleeding red head, and couldn't help but scream for help.

"rob, we need help!!" steve said, with a ton of concern in his voice. "no shit, sherlock holmes!!" rob screamed, dialling someone she knew could help max, who knew a ton about this kinda stuff. joyce, and nancy.