Undone [Completed]

Undone: [Four]

Four

Nick

It turned out that Rodney had fixed the mess Lucy had unknowingly created before it had actually happened. I’d been worried about how Max would react; how I could make things right for a guy who had no self confidence and had had to hear his sister call him a freak, but it was pointless, apparently.

Rodney’s words had struck Max hard – and Max had been determined not to be pathetic or self-piteous, so all was well.

Life went on, there isn’t much to say, just that a new addition had been made to our little circle, and that’s that.

*

“Didn’t think you were going to show up.” I said to Ryan as he took a seat next to me, then turned back to the assignment at hand.

He pulled out his chemistry book and frowned at it. “I was considering skiving.”

“How come? I thought you liked chem.”

“Yeah.”

I looked up from my work. The alkanes could wait. “So…?”

“I’d get detention.”

The fog lifted. I smirked. “What did he do now?”

Ryan had the decency to blush, at least. “It’s what he didn’t, actually. His homework.”

“That’s a bit extreme,” I commented.

“Taylor.”

“Ah, I see. So, got your detention yet?”

“No,” he sighed, his face falling, “I’ve tried. But nobody’s cared that I’ve been late to nearly all my classes. Johnson wasn’t even annoyed when I accidentally spilled water on all the assignments.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Ryan could be so adorable sometimes!

“Shut up,” he grumbled.

“You’re crazy.” I stuck my tongue out at him, “about someone,” I teased.

He blushed again, and this time it was much more noticeable. This is fun, I thought to myself.

“You’re mean.”

*

Max found me waiting at his doorstep at half past four that day – it hadn’t been more than two days that I’d visited, but there was nothing to do, and hanging out with him was fun. Ryan had managed to get his detention by accidentally swearing at me (‘He’s bothering me!’) loud enough for passing students to hear, so he and Rodney were still in school. 

“Come on in,” was his way of greeting.

I pretended not to notice his unkempt hair and disheveled appearance, and followed him to his room.

“What’s up?”

“Uh, nothing really. I cleaned out my room today.”

I paused to let him continue. Normally, he’d say ‘same old,’ or something like that, but there were rare moments that he’d actually say something in response, even though more often than not it seemed completely random or irrelevant. I’d learned quickly enough, however, that it often meant he wanted to talk about something else.

“Guess what I found.” He smiled weakly, then headed to his desk.

It was still cluttered, I noticed, and I couldn’t tell what he was reaching for.

“Well, obviously something related to when we were kids, or you wouldn’t bring it up.” I replied, smirking at the look of mild surprise that flashed across his face.