I'm Not Mad [Discontinued]

part 11

Best Love Song

That night as I lied in bed, I couldn't get the images of Norman running after me with that look in his eyes, but what bugged me more is why did he bite Mr. Fitz? Did he have some kind of grudge against him? Who knows really but why did Mr. Fitz act as if nothing happened? He was obviously letting on more than he was telling...Maybe I should tell Max about it?

I turned my head to look at my digital clock on my night stand. 10:54pm, he's probably asleep since he likes to get up pretty early to wake me up. I know I have a digital clock and all but even if it were to go off I STILL wouldn't be able to get out of bed. But I wasn't going to go to sleep without telling someone about it, maybe Max would believe me; unlike Mr. Jos-Kevin.

Within a matter of minutes I was up, walking out of my room, slowly and quietly opening Max's bedroom door. "Psst! Max you awake?" I whispered. To confirm he was in the room I tip-toe my way in not bothering to close the door behind me, until I saw him turn over but from his breathing let me know he was in fact asleep.

I sat on the edge of the bed, and of course began to poke his arm with my index finger until he finally woken up.

"Claire? What are you doing in here?" He asked sleepily. Damn how I wish the lights were on to see how sexy he was.

"I er-had a nightmare." Okay, I just chickened out.

"Go back to bed Claire." He said turning over, his back facing me.

Now that made me mad, instead of doing what I was told I did such a bold move, I climbed under the covers moving my front against his back curling my arms around his torso.

"Claire what are you-"

"I cannot sleep, please let me sleep with you just this once." I protest.

"Oh, oh alright." He must have been too tired to argue, which left a smirk on my face but seeing as he isn't totally awake, and probably won't remember in the morning...I just really had to get what I need to say off of my chest, maybe I could actually sleep without thinking of his muscular physique against me.

"Max?" I whisper but he didn't respond, the only thing I could hear was his breathing as he slept. "I love you," but for some reason I just had to add-"and not in a brotherly way." Once I said it I felt my cheeks turn red and just nuzzled my face into his back as my eyes began to drift closed.

Max's POV

"Max?" She whispered to me but I just pretended to be asleep. The thought of her curled up against me in nothing but a tank top and some short shorts took everything I had to not just turn over to face her and- stop thinking that way! "I love you," so she doesn't hate me like I thought? But that's when she continued-"and not in a brotherly way." My heart skipped a beat. She loves me? She really loves me? A smile crept and it took everything I had, once again to not just turn over to face her and just-kiss her.

Ever since that night we kissed I couldn't get it out of my head. Her warm, soft lips against mine. I thought I was going to lose control when she started to deepen the kiss, that's when I knew I had to stop it-even though it nearly broke my heart.

Yes, I'm in love with Claire. Ever since I first met her, I knew I would do anything for her, but being that she was so beautiful and outgoing; a seventeen year old, high school girl...she really didn't have time for love. She should just enjoy being a teenager. Not once did I look at her like a spoilt brat. All she ever wanted was to win her father's attention, even just for a second. Or at least that's what she told me the first night coming home drunk. I could even see it in her eyes at the longing for her father just to love her but instead he just buys her stuff to keep her mouth shut. Probably the only gift she ever really loved that he had gotten for her was her Aston Martin.