-Max's POV-
"Max, Zac, it's time for dinner"! My mother calls.
Zac pushes me as we both ran down the flight of stairs but then apologizes once we get to the bottom. He pulled my chair out and pushed it back under the table as I sat down. Our parents are trying to teach us good posterity towards the opposite gender.
"Now, may we bow our heads and pray" My father and mother bow there heads but, me and Zac just stared at eachother and made weird faces.
"Amen" we said in unison and began feasting down on what was last nights spaghetti. It was honestly pretty gross but, we didn't have anything else so we had to bear it.
"How's football going Zac?" My Father looks over to Zac who is stuffing his face with cold noodles.
"I mean, it's going okay. Coach Austin keeps getting on my ass for not running the suicides fully like the other guys do but, I mean, I finish first so, he shouldn't be complaining" He takes another bite of the spaghetti nodding his head as my Father explains to him as to why he should be listening to the coach. When I know, he truly isn't listening.
"How's school coming along, Max?" My mother asks gazing at me as I take a drink of my water.
I gulp. "It's going fine, doing better". I always say short answers so they don't question me more.
After that, it all was silence.
Once dinner was over and we cleaned up, I raced back up to my room along with Zac who was right behind me.
"Nice ass" He says smacking it.
I hit him.
"What are you fucking gay?" I ran from him as he chased me up the stairs. He picked me up from my legs and tossed me onto the bed but then he tripped and fell and landed right on top of me. Breathing heavily, we just gazed at each other. We didn't make a sound or gesture, we just looked.
"I-I" He gets up and brushes himself off and helps me up as well.
"Yeah" I walk out and go to my, shutting the door behind me.
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Zac is 19 and I am 16. We have always been close ever since I was born. Zac use to take me out all the time for candy when my parents couldn't or would take me to school whenever he could. He was always there for me when no one else was. He was the best friend I always wanted.
But for the past 3 years, things changed. Like, he studies me more wants to be around me all the time, gets jealous when I have a boyfriend or a friend over and never wants me to be alone. He always wants to be beside me. Always.
Sometimes late at night when our parents were fighting, I would crawl into his bed and he would wrap his arms around me and tell me that everything was going to be okay and he would kiss my forehead like a boyfriend would.
If I had a boyfriend, I couldn't be with him because then I would think about Zac and I couldn't maintain the healthy relationship so I just stopped trying with other people and only tried with him. Zac hasn't had a girlfriend since last October, she cheated on him and he just kinda gave up from there.
I changed out of my jeans into some shorts and a tank top and laid myself down onto the bed finishing 'Romeo and Juliet' by Shakespeare.
"Max, come here" I heard Zac calling for me from the next room.
I opened my door and low and behold, Zac was in his doorway. He watched me. I watched his blue eyes trace down from my face to my torso to my legs. I watched him lick his lips and quickly adjusted himself to look back up at my face.
"Max, Zac! We are leaving to go to bingo! We will be back in a couple of hours so, lock the doors if you go anywhere!"
'Okay' we said in unison.
"Yeah, what?" I said staring into his eyes.
"Ca-can you find my helmet from football? I-I can't find it" He started stuttering.
"Yeah, sure thing." I went to his closet and bent down tossing his shoes and clothes into the floor. I could feel his eyes watching me.
