High off you - Byler

Chapter V

I look out my window and I see Max standing there smiling at me in a very sarcastic sense. I stood for a second in confusion until she hit the window with scrunched eyebrows, it startled me and I opened the window. "I was going to FREEZE to death if you didn't open the window good lord." She sighed and placed her coat on my chair. "Look, I didn't want to come through the front door because it's late and I don't wanna wake anyone, but I'm here to tell you I talked to Mike."

"Actually??" I perked up, maybe I got a little to excited. "Yeah, I asked why he wasn't talking to you and he just sighed and said he was busy." Oh, well that's not really much, but I appreciate Max for trying, she's very sweet and she does a lot for me. Me and max have gotten closer these past few months, maybe it's just the little things we have in common that we never spoke of or the fact that she's bi and in the closet like me.

I think Max could see the disappointment on my face and she sighed as I sat on the edge of my bed staring at the floor.

"Do you like him?"

It was a sudden question, one that makes you freeze up and stutter, sends shivers and causes the hairs to rise, makes you think they're out to get you. I could feel the goosebumps spread across my arms and legs, I could feel my heart beating and the sweat dripping. It wasn't a hard question, and actually, it was a pretty simple one, yes, but as much as I would like to say that, it's not that easy.

"Uh- I- no-"

"you don't need to deny, I know you do." She just stared me in the eyes so deeply like she was reading my every thought, I started to believe she was so I looked away. I could tell if I should just admit that I do or just deny, but at this point denying would be pointless.

"Yeah," I took a deep breath in, "yeah I do." I stared at the floor directly waiting for a punch or a hit, even though I know Max is bi, doesn't mean she wouldn't hit me.

"Cool."

It was quiet. The type of silence that makes your ears ring, the type of silence that starts to get so quiet it's loud, the type of silence that makes you shiver. "Cool." I didn't know what else to say in return, expects for plain "cool." I really wanted to scream and shout and ask "why?" "Why just cool?" But that took a lot more energy then I had.

"Out of all the boys in the world, you pick Micheal Wheelchair?" I saw the smirk creep up on her face, a classic Max joke. I know she wasn't judging me, and nothing she said out of the sentence was hostile or judgmental in anyway, but I didn't know what to say because that question I ask myself too much you'd think I'd know the answer, but I don't.

"I don't know." Is all I could say and I just chuckled, covering any of my uncomfortable responses or flinches. She chuckled to and then she sat down next to me.

"You know," "you can tell me anything." She turned to me and I tried to avoid turning to her but I couldn't. She was staring directly into my eyes and I was trying to avoid hers, classic me. "I know." I swallowed so hard it left a ring in my ear.

"Okay." She smiled her sweet smile and sat up. "I'll be off then, if you hear a knock on your window, answer, okay?" She smiled again but almost like a mischievous smile, like she had a plan. Then she was off, out the window faster then I could say a single letter.

I think she has a plan, some kind of Max plan, which always ends out either horrible or great.

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I had the cure playing in my headphones pretty loud while I danced around my room, I did that a lot, I always did it when everyone was asleep so no one would hear me. It was 1:00am, so I was being quiet and not stepping on any planks in the floor that creak, when I heard a knock on my window. I expected it to be Max again so I flung it open. "Maxxx, what do you wan-" my grin faded when I saw a gorgeous Wheeler standing in-front of me.

"I'm definitely not Max." He smiled brightly. I chuckled. It was raining pretty heard outside. "Oh! Come in, I'm sorry." I chuckled nervously at my messy room. "You've got some nice dance moves." He giggled, not in a mean way, more friendly. Shit, he saw, that is the most embarrassing thing EVER. My face was probably as red as blood. "Oh- uhh-  you weren't supposed- to- uh- see that." I covered my face in embarrassment.

"You're a good dancer, seriously, I can't even barley move my feet." He shrugged and I giggled. "I could show you how." I smiled. He coughed "uh, what do you mean." I rolled my eyes. "How to dance?" I smiled and giggled. "Right, okay."

I grabbed onto his waist and I could see him swallowing heavily, why is he so nervous? It's not that hard. I grabbed his hand and I caught his eyes, we stared at each other. This moment was a lot more intimate than what I expected. I cleared my throat and broke eye contact with him taking his hand and placing it on my shoulder then placing the other on my waist.

"Okay, so you just move side, to side- no, put your foot there- oh my gosh." I giggled at how awful he was. "You suck." I looked at him and our eyes met, they locked in place like missing puzzle pieces. We were leaning in, oh god, we were leaning in. I stopped and he stopped and god was my body just moving by itself. He cleared his throat and tore backwards away from me.

"Uh- im- sorry- I- I- didn't-" I was choking up on my words. I could see the look on Mike face like he was surprised, like I did this, like everything was all my fault, because it is. He climbed out of the window and just left. He left me there. This is the 2nd time this has happened.

"FUCK!" I yelled quiet enough it wouldn't go out of my room. I gently slammed my fists onto my bed and slid down to the floor.

I sobbed in a fetal position for awhile.

Authors Note
IM BACK!!! HI POOKIES!! I feel good about this chapter, I don't have time to read it and fix my grammar so sorry for the AWFUL grammar and spelling. I hope it doesn't seem to rushed I am tired and I wanna go to bed.