MithRoss

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What did Ross do? Ross entangled his hands into his curly brown hair and sighed to himself, as well as the lonely and cold air surrounding him.

"Why am I such a screw up?" Ross asks himself, and looks over to his drawers. Guess he should change into his pajamas, shouldn't he? He grabbed a pair of pajama pants and pajama shirt, and went into the bathroom.

Max wasn't in there, which was a relief since he did not feel like talking to him, or seeing his face at all in fact. It hurt Ross too much. Correction, it hurt Ross too much to see Max hurt, because Ross had hurt Max.

Ross washed his face, showered, went to the bathroom, and brushed his teeth before going off into a peaceful slumber. Maybe one that would show the path, clear out everything. It would be enough time to just lay and think to himself, think about what he had done.

The only question that wasn't about what he should do to fix this, was why was Max so upset? Perhaps he had a crush on him? Sure, Max did blush but it could have been one of those crushes where you wouldn't want to full on date them.

Ross tucked himself in and stared at the wall, his eyes slowly closing and his mind drifting off into what was going to be a night full of sleep. Yet what kind of sleep? In Ross' mind you never truly know---unless you are told the story.

Ross was getting up, but not in his room. Yes, the room was surrounded by narwhals, and Ross' other common interests and such. There were still the same photos, but Ross couldn't help but notice a couple of new ones.

The first one was of them all holding hands, and by them it was Max, Shelby, Ross, and Tim. Ross was on one end, linking hands with Tim, and Max was holding Tim's hand, and on the end was Shelby. They seemed to be celebrating something, but Ross could not tell what.

Ross went over to pick another one up, same as the picture before, except Max and Shelby were separated from Ross and Tim. Ross wouldn't understand why until he laid his eyes upon the next picture.

There and then, Max and Shelby were kissing, and as Ross took the picture in his hand, the whole scene started playing.

"Guys, I have something to announce!" Shelby yelled in glee, gaining everyone's interest. Shelby was standing next to Max, who was smiling as well. Max and Shelby looked about to burst out and scream, everyone wanted to know what was going on.

Jake took out a camera and Emily was listening intently, as Shelby opened her mouth to speak. Opened her mouth to say one of the most hurtful words that could ever have been said to Ross.

"I stole Ross' crush and now we're going to kiss right in front of him to make him feel bad!"  Okay, she didn't really say that but you get the point. Max nodded in approval and took his lips to Shelby's, filling in the gap of space between them.

Pictures were being taken, none of Ross' teary eyes.

The next picture was one of surprise, instead it was a picture of Tim and Ross... Holding hands... About to kiss... There was no replay of events held within that picture.

The next picture was one Ross would never be able to get out of his mind, it was one of Ross standing behind Max as best man, and someone else behind Shelby as the maid of honor. Shelby in a wedding dress, and Max there with a black suit and tie.

If Ross thought the last one was bad, he would never get the image of a pregnant Shelby out of his mind. Max was rubbing against it, and Tim and Max there, together and there. What could this all mean?

There was no other picture, none hidden, and none in plain sight.

Ross was about to go back to bed when he came to another scene. It was one of a funeral, not just any funeral, Ross' funeral. Shelby wasn't sitting, instead she was storming outside, the ring being thrown across the room.

"Ross, Ross was... Rossome. He could make anyone's day, and he would make mine. Do you know that feeling... That feeling when you love someone, and they might love you back? That glimmer of hope that makes you go high in the air. And then you're dropped, you're falling, and everything's crashing down. That's what this guy made me feel. I loved this guy, he loved Tim. Tim died years ago... I know one thing, we were always there. Living, there was that connection. We existed. That bond... It broke that one day, that one day when Shelby had birthed Zackary."

Ross could feel himself calling out to him, but only Max breaking down and crying. Ross was invisible in this world... He was gone.

Max left the room with tears pouring down his face like a river, yet leaving an ocean of tears behind as well. Max went to his room and changed slowly, hoping Ross would get done earlier than him so he didn't have to deal with his stupid face.

His adorable, stupid face.

Max waited when he heard Ross' footsteps leave the bathroom, and went in for himself. Max went to the bathroom, showered, washed his face, and then brushed his teeth. He stepped out the door and into his room, ready for his bed.

Max didn't know what he was expecting, for someone to knock him out, but he just wanted to sleep right then and there, get through the night and onto the morning. The words 'I LIKE TIM' echoing and haunting his mind like that of a ghost.

Max stared at his wall, tears still streaming down his face. Max didn't have any words, any thoughts, and urges. Max was sad, and Max had eve right to be. Max knew what Ross or Adam would call him, a Sad Max.

Max cried himself to a dreamless sleep.

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