Saving Max

Chapter 19

"Are you sure you want to eat that?" Katie asks, looking at me skeptically, her eyes flashing down to the mix of mouth-watering food I have in my hands. "It kind of looks like it could poison you."

I scoff, grabbing two spoons out of the drawer right underneath the microwave, shoving them both into the now almost melted ice cream. It's mint chocolate chip, with chocolate sauce, almonds, sprinkles, peanut butter, whipped cream, and skittles on top of it, the concoction being the result of me finding random food around her kitchen that might taste good with ice cream. It looks good to me, but Katie isn't as open minded as I am, unfortunately.

"I'm eating it." I state proudly, shoving a spoonful in my mouth, sighing at the surprisingly good taste. I skipped lunch for some reason, and it's already five at night, so I'm a little more than hungry at the moment.

I got to Katie's around 11 this morning, having checked with her last night that I could stay for a few days. This morning, she called in pretending to be both of our mothers, saying that each of us had a really nasty cold, and that we'd be out of school for a little while. Sure, it wasn't the most creative excuse in the world, but it worked.

We were going to use our illegal independence to go and do something crazy, but both of us have work tomorrow, and we were feeling particularly lazy this morning, so we decided that a day of watching movies, me even agreeing to watch a few of her rom-coms, while stuffing our faces with ice cream and bagel bites until we felt like we could explode. Either way, I think this makes for a pretty awesome day, and I get to spend it with my best friend, which only makes it better.

"So." Katie sighs, plopping herself down in her designated spot on the couch, going through the suggestions on the TV screen where her Netflix account is displayed, showing a whole page of romantic movies, most of which I'm willing to bet she's already seen a million times. I like a good romance here and there, but I'm nowhere near as addicted to them as Katie is. When it comes to Nicholas Sparks movies, Katie can get a little crazy, and that's putting it lightly. I remember when The Longest Ride came out, she made me stand in a line outside the movie theater for five hours just so that we could watch it opening night. We had terrible seats, too, but she loved it nonetheless.

"So." I reply back, smiling as she picks the movie Easy A, it being one of my favorite movies. I love Emma Stone, and just the concept of the movie in general. Not to mention it's pretty funny, too.

"How's Caden?" the way she asks it, like she already knows what's going on between us, wiggling her eyebrows as she takes the extra spoon I had in my hand, putting a mouthful of my creation into her mouth, despite her comment from earlier. I knew she wouldn't be able to resist it for long, though. Even though she doesn't really like to try new things, if there's food involved, Katie's almost always down for whatever you put in front of her.

I shrug, staring at my legs, noticing a small stain on my sweat pants, a frown forming on my face as I brush my finger over it, almost forgetting to answer Katie as I inspect it. It's not my fault that I loose my train of thought easily. "He's good. He's getting busier at work." I comment, thinking about all the new stories he has to tell me at the end of each day, because unlike me, Caden actually works five days a week. I know that he doesn't want to sometimes, especially with how drained he looks by the end of the week, but he knows he has to for Max. To make sure he's safe.

"That's good." she nods, a small smile still on her face as she turns to face me fully now. "But you know what I'm asking, Bella. How are things between you two? Have you gotten a piece yet?" she laughs, poking my arms as she interrogates me, trying to probe an answer out of me.

I gasp, slapping her upside the head, snuggling deeper in to he couch as I speak. "Good God, Katie, is that all you can think about?" I ask, putting another spoonful of ice cream in my mouth, sending her a sort of sheepish glance, almost giving it all away. "And no, I haven't done him yet."