A thin line - Ver x Ric

Chapter 4

The only love that lasts is unrequited

I woke up with a heavy figure leaning against me. I opened my eyes taking in my surroundings. I looked around the room finding it oddly familiar. I noticed the unpacked suitcase next to my side of the bed. Recognizing some of the teamwear sticking out. Making it only one person's room I could be in. Finally bringing myself to look at the person lying in my arms. I wasn't even surprised anymore seeing Max lying next to me. His eyes were still closed, breathing event out. His hair was displayed all over his face making him look a lot younger. I realized my arm was still wrapped around his waist his legs entangled with mine. I couldn't ignore the feeling of my rapidly beating heart. I loved the feeling of comfort and warmth I got with Max in my arms. 

But soon reality dawned in and I knew I should be the one to break the moment. There was nothing between Max and me. We're just friends even though I wish we may be a bit more. I gently untangled myself from his limbs, even unconsciously Max knew how to keep me from moving. His arm wrapped tightly around my waist curling himself against my chest. I sighed but smiled down at the boy in my arms. I knew it was wrong, so wrong but I couldn't stop it from happing. 

After laying like this for another fifteen minutes a loud alarm was blearing through the room. I groaned and instantly looked for Max's phone wanting to stop the blaring sound. Once I located the device I turned off its alarm. I turned back to face Max who woke up from the loud awakening sounds. "Morning." He mumbled while rubbing his eyes. I mentally coed at the adorable sight in front of me. "Morning mate, how did you sleep?" I asked cringing at the fact I was calling him mate. "Pretty good, you make a good heater." He said. I chuckled. "Yeah, you're quite a good teddy bear yourself." I joked. He blushed a little and looked away. "Let's just forget this happened alright?" He asked. It hurt knowing he didn't appreciate what happened the way I did.

"So how are you feeling?" He asked looking at me. I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm okay I think," I answered. He nodded. "What happened yesterday? One moment you were fuming seconds later you looked like you wanted to break down." Max continued asking. I hated recalling the events of the last night. I hate the fact I scared him and might have even hurt him. "I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. My body just moved on its own. I shouldn't have reacted that way towards you." I apologized. "It's okay, it happens to all of us." He waved it off. "I didn't hurt you did I?" I asked him. "Don't worry, I'm all fine." He reassured me before jumping off the bed. 

"I'm going to take a shower." He said before disappearing into the bathroom. I groaned and threw myself back on the bed. Running my hand through my hair in frustration. My mind was working over hours and I didn't know how to handle my emotions around Max anymore. Normally it was easy to hide the feelings I developed for the boy. But in the last few weeks, I started getting harder and harder. I mean it's not the first time we shared a bed. We did quite a few times being teammates and best friends it wasn't a weird suggestion when staying over at friends or so. But last night was different. We never cuddled before but I had to admit I loved it.

I didn't realize how long I'd sat thinking about stuff until Max emerged from the bedroom. Fully dressed in some jeans and a dark blue sweater. He walked back into the room typing away on his phone. It looked like it was a serious conversation seeing his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. "Who are you texting?" I asked. His head shot up looking in my direction. A thoughtful look flashed through his eyes. "My dad." He answered. I nodded not knowing what else to say. Flashbacks of our call yesterday flashed through my mind. '

"I know he said something to you yesterday and that's why you got so angry," Max said calmly before sitting next to me. "How?" I asked. "Vic said dad called you yesterday. Things added up quickly knowing how he could have reacted to the fact you're leaving the team." Max explained. I nodded but couldn't form any words. "What did he say?" Max then asked. I shrugged my shoulder not wanting to repeat those awful words. Max sighed but nodded his head understandingly. "It may not set things right but I'm sorry for his words." Max apologized. I finally found the courage to meet his eyes. "It's not your fault," I said. "I know... I just hate the fact he's such an emotionless man. He doesn't consider how his words could have affected you." Max continued. I knew Max was partly right, but I also knew from the sound of his voice that Jos meant every word he said yesterday.

"Alright, let's not mop around all day and do something fun before we're off to Japan again." Max decided. "I'll fix us some breakfast while you get dressed alright?" He suggested. I nodded before realizing I was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday and I didn't feel like walking over to my room just to change. "You can borrow some of mine, just look if you can find something that fits," Max said before leaving the room. I left the bed and walked over to his suitcase. I quickly found a sweater that seemed to be the right size and grabbed a pair of jeans. They might have been a bit tight but I managed to pull them off.

I walked back into the small living space of the hotel room to find Max in the kitchen. When he was referring to fixing us some breakfast I thought he meant room service. "I didn't know you could cook?" I joked before sitting down at the counter. Max was flipping some pancakes before quickly turning to face me. "I'm a pretty good cook, my mom used to teach me how to make my favorite dishes." He explained. "So pancakes huh?" He chuckled but continued preparing the food.