the heart wants what it wants

Max's Madness

When I got home my parents had returned from their vacation and were sitting down at the kitchen counter. Max and I had agreed to do homework together at my house. He would be here any minute so I ran upstairs to change into my sweats and my old soccer jersey. As I looked for my shirt I found something James gave me. It held it up. It still had his smell, axe body spray. The doorbell rang and my mom yelled that Max was here. I ran downstairs and greeted him.

Max: "Hello Mrs. Martinez. It's nice to see you again."

Mom: "Why thank you Max."

Me: "Let's go up to my room."

Max: "Okay."

We walked upstairs to my room and closed the door.

Max: "This is the first time I've been up here. It's cool."

Me: "Thanks. Shall we get started?"

Max: "Yeah."

Just then his phone began to ring. It was Janet. I know because his ringtone for her is Lolly. I bet she was calling to break it off with him.

Max: "One sec. I got to take this... Hey babe."

He stepped outside and closed the door. I just sat there on my bed preparing what I'm going to say. About 5 minutes passed and then he stepped back inside. I noticed his face first thing. It was bright red.

Max: "Fug! That biotch. She just dumps me over phone? Who does that? Why couldn't she have figured out she was a lesbian earlier?"

Me: "I'm sorry."

Max: "Don't be. You didn't do anything."

Me: "Is there anything I can do?"

Max: "Can I get some water?"

Me: "Yeah."

I walked downstairs and grabbed a water from the fridge. Then walked back upstairs. When I opened the door I saw Max holding my pocket knife I left on my desk and holding his arm. I saw something red on his arm... he's bleeding, he tried to kill himself.

Me: "Fug Max! What the H. E. double hockey sticks did you do?!"

He laughed a little at my Catholic curse words. Then he burst into tears.

Max: "Why would she do this to me?"

Me: "I'm sorry Max. She doesn't deserve you. You are to good for her. And she should have figured this out earlier but suicide isn't the answer."

He started crying even more, I had never seen him cry before, or any guy for that matter.

Max: "I really liked her. I thought we had something."

I sat with him on the bed and brought him into a hug. I put my chin on his head and then kissed him on the forehead as he sobbed onto my shoulder, still clutching his arm with it placed on both his and my lap.

Me:" It get's better you know. You'll find someone new and you'll be even happier."

Max: "Thanks. I just want her to be happy."

Me: "If it helps I have cut before too." I said showing him both of my arms.

Max: "Why? Your life is perfect."

Me: "No it's not. Look I care about you and it would kill me to find out you are dead."

Max: "Thanks."

I walked into my bathroom and grabbed some stuff out of the medicine cabinet to clean him up.

I started to put the rubbing alcohol on his arm and then he flinched. I hadn't noticed before that he had cut his ribs too.