The last thing I thought was-
Scratch that, I never thought that I'd end up throwing up with Max, out of everyone I possibly know, holding my hair while helping me not get puke on myself, that's so embarrassing but I'm too drunk to think about that.
-"Goodness, I'll never drink this much again..." I say, facing the toilet hole while I finish vomiting, spitting the last remaining acid substance.
-"Are you doing better?" Max asks me, looking at me, while I look at my worst, smelly and pale, my makeup dripping from the water he wiped on my face. I look like a pathetic clown.
-"Yes..." I sit on the ground and rest my head on the wall, Max sits in front of me with a concerned look. "I'm gonna have one hell of a headache when I wake up...fucking hangover..." I manage to chuckle when there's clearly nothing to laugh about.
-"Come, let's get you water to drink, you need some." He stands up from the floor and stretches his hand to grab mine, he helps me stand up and we head to the kitchen. I pour myself some water as he leans on the counter.
-"Again thank you...this is so embarrassing and I must be a burden to you right now, I'm so sorry." I put my glass down and scratch my shoulder while blushing.
-"Don't worry, you're certainly not a burden, just never do that again. I'm being extremely serious right now."
-"Of course...I'll try." I smile. "So...will you sleep with me tonight?" I can't help but flirt with him before he leaves. What? I gotta seize the moment.
-"Have a lovely alone night Miss Miller. My duty is now accomplished." He says and I laugh. At least I gave it a shot, which missed.
-"I knew you'd say that, well, see you soon, because now you're stuck with me, you're my new friend."
-"Friend?" He frowns in a confused way, almost a sarcastic one.
-"As much as I hate that you arrested me and caused my potential homelessness, I want to keep you around."
-"I'm not a pet to keep around, and mind I remind you you're the one who got yourself in trouble? I just did my job."
-"I know, but I don't like blaming myself so I put the blame on you, it's a coping mechanism."
-"It's a red flag."
I laugh, somehow I can't help but laugh when he's around, to be honest, I laugh around everyone, but him...he's my new favorite person to mess with.
-"On that note, take care, Miller, don't make me rescue you again."
-"I'll make sure to get in trouble just to get rescued by you again. Good night Max."
He rolls his eyes and gives me a small nod, I chuckle and watch him head to the door. He takes one last glance in my direction and leaves.
The house becomes dead silent, Snookie is sleeping and I'm left alone with my thoughts. I don't know if tonight was the best or worst night I've had in a while.
I head to my bed and lie down, exhausted. Suddenly I remember what I told Max, that I told him about my ADHD and basically all my bottled-up emotions I've never told anyone except for Becky.
I scream in my pillow.
WHY THE HELL DID I SAY THAT? I know he will never look at me the same way, I bet he thinks I'm a mentally deranged girl who should seek help, that I'm not a happy-go-lucky silly girl who doesn't think twice before speaking, well I am but still...he must hate me now and will avoid me and call the mental asylum to put me there just like my mom threatened me when I was younger and then I will die of loneliness...
Ok, that went a bit too far. But it doesn't change the fact that I summarized my life to Max, a man I only met a few weeks ago. I sigh and turn my head to look at the ceiling, I remember Max holding me in his arms like I was the most fragile thing on earth, how he took care of me and was willing to listen to me even if I always annoyed him, the Max that was by my side 5 minutes ago wasn't the same Max that arrested me, his whole stren and cold demeanor was replaced with a kind-hearted man who cared...he cared. Maybe I'm looking at it too deeply and he just did what any decent human being would do, but it still left me blushing and getting butterflies in my stomach, I smile to myself and put a blanket on me, I get myself comfortable, ready to sleep, and all I can think about is Max, this man that isn't even thinking about me and probably never will, because I was just another citizen who needed help.
He was only doing his job.
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