The Apocalypse (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 15

Adrian

Dylan and I are so alike, it's scary. And I see how Max looks at him. I only wish I knew what was going on in her head. This past week alone with her has been confusing, she avoids me one day and practically throws herself at Dylan, although it only looks like harmless flirting to everyone else, the next day she'll never leave my side. I have only come up with one plausible explanation: Girls are too friggen complicated for any male human being. 

Bridget, has been kind of distant. She's been spending a lot of time with Leo and almost avoiding me. Again, my my conclusion is girls are way too complicated. She's even gotten cold on me. Like she was when I first met her. I thought we had moved past this. Apparently not. Wow, do I sound bitter. 

Leo

Bridget's almost back to the girl I knew before the apocalypse. She's talking to me a lot more. We're laughing a lot more. We are even back to messing with each other and throwing sarcastic remarks back and forth. I had forgotten how amazing she was. Why she was such a close friend in the first place. 

And I know she's gonna hate me for what I had done next. "LEO!" She screamed.  Okay so I may have pulled a tiny little prank on her. She stormed down from the roof which she had just went up to. 

"Can I help you?" I say calmly.

"Yeah. You can explain to me why my bed is on the roof!" She yells. 

"What do I have anything to do with your bed being on the roof?" I ask innocently. 

"Everything! Considering you're the only person who has been spending a lot of time in my room." Yeah that sounds weird but hey, the girl's an insomniac and can't sleep at all. That's where I come in. I help her fall asleep. Whether it means just shutting up when she tells me to, telling her a story, a poem or talking to her, I'm in there. 

I couldn't hold it anymore. I burst out laughing. Pretty soon her anger was gone and she was laughing along with me. 

"Okay, you got me. But guess who's job it is to put my bed back?" She says.

"Adrian?" I ask hopeful. She may like me, but Adrian is still after her. 

"Nope. Wanna try again?"

"Max?" I'm starting to sound doubtful. 

"No."

I give a sigh of defeat. "Me?"

"You bet ya." She says patting my shoulder. 

I go past her grumbling under my breath and make my way up the stairs. Slowly but surely I get her bed back into her room. How I got it out in the first place is a mystery. How I got it back in, is only a case for Sherlock Holmes. 

Bridget

He put my bed on the roof. On the roof! How does he come up with this stuff? When did he even get a chance to do that? He may be laughing now, but just wait until I get revenge. I will have the last laugh. I can assure you that. What has happened to me? I sound like a little kid. Oh well. I like this childish side of me. Let's just say, it involves him getting a rude awakening. Mwahahaha! 

Max

"Adrian, stop stalling you have to do this." I tell him coldly. 

"I can't Max! I just can't" 

"You have to. If you don't your life is on the line."

"And?"

"So's mine! You would really let them kill me for your mistake?" I snap. 

"I didn't mean it like that." He explains.

"Of course not. Just like you can't give me a good enough reason as to why you can't go through with this. If Dylan was a part of The Empire he'd complete his mission." 

"Dylan's lucky he's not a part of them. They ruined us. Turned us into things we are not. Max, I will not give them the last piece of good remaining in my soul. You may have but I will not." He hisses at me. 

"That's where you're wrong, Adrian. You sold your soul the second you crossed the threshold of that place." I spit back. "There's nothing good left. We're monsters." 

He shakes his head angrily. "What ever happened to us Max? We used to be the best of friends and now we're at each other's throats. What happened in 6 months?" 

"They changed us. I don't like what they're doing but I don't have much of a choice now do I? I figured, I don't have anything else in my life." 

"No, Max. They changed you. You are definately not the girl I had once fallen in love with." He said coldly. 

I was lost for words. Was he right? Had I really changed so much that there wasn't any part of the old me in me? I only hope he's wrong.

"What nothing to say?" 

When I didn't say anything he continued, still staring at me with cold eyes. "Probably because you realized what kind of hateful bitch you've become. No longer the carefree spirit I loved. Gone is your loving heart as it has been replaced by stone. Cold hard stone. And now you want me to do something that you know I can't to save your ass. I should've known having you here was going to be trouble." He hisses. 

This time I knew exactly what to say. "Go to hell!" I screamed in his face. 

He laughed without humor. "Oh trust me. I know I'm going there, but not without taking you with me."   

I was taken aback by his response. It hurt a lot. Tears sprung to my eyes but I refused to let them fall. I blinked them back and stormed out of his room. I wasn't angry. I wasn't mad. I was upset because of how true his hurtful wrods had been. Did I seriously let The Empire come between me and my best friend? God I hoped not. But I think I abandoned our friendship the second I left him 6 months ago. I turned my back on him and everything I cared about. He was so right it was scary. This eye-opening revelation came to me just when I ran into Dylan. I was so upset I collapsed into his arms and cried my eyes out. 

"It's going to be okay." He whispered into my ear. We were in his room on his bed and he was rocking me back and forth trying to calm me down. I knew I deserved every single word Adrian said to me but it still hurt. Like a kinfe slicing through your heart. I don't know when but I cried myself to sleep with my head resting on Dylan's chest on his bed. 

Adrian

I don't even care about what I had said to her. She deserved it. We can't pretend anymore. She changed so much it was like she was a different person. Trust me. I'm not no where near perfect and I've changed a lot too. But at least I still have morals. Or more like a conscience. Or a heart. You get the point. But now I'm faced with the hardest decision of my life. I have to decide which person I care about to lose.