Shelter from the Storm

Chapter Eleven

The picture above is of Max. My goodness he has an amazing gene pool. Thanks for reading.

Max's POV

Let's get right to the point. I like Faith. A lot in fact. It might even be love, but that word scares me. But won't that be awkward? What if she doesn't even feel the same way? And to think I had to put a hand over her mouth. I think I need that right now. Shut up Max! She'll never feel the same way so just drop it!

I'm chilling on my bed and thinking about all of this crap when I hear my phone vibrating. I pick it up off of my bed side table. A smile finds its way to my lips. Faith. Who knew that a girl could make me feel this way? I'm going insane. Insane I tell you!

I open the text.

To: Max

From: Faith

Hey. You should come to my room and talk to me. I like talking to you.

Without hesitation, I get my butt off of my bed and practically run to Faith's room. Any chance to talk to Faith, I will take.

I knock on the door and open it. Those beautiful blue eyes light up as she sees me. Those amazing, ocean blue orbs staring back at me.

"Hey." She says with a wide grin on her face, "Sit." She pats onto her bed and I gladly take a seat right next to her. I stare at her hands. Don't ask me why. They're just so small and fragile. And I imagine they are extremely soft.
I want to hold her ha-

"Earth to Max," she says while waving a hand in front of my face, "Anyone alive in there?"

I am brought back to reality and I look at her.

"You okay?" She asks.

"I am fantastic." I say with a smile on my face, "How are you?"

"I'm doing a lot better. I needed a good cry." She says with a faint hint of a smile on her lips.

I can't stand it any longer and I reach for her hand and intertwine our fingers.

"Crying is good for the soul." I tell her. It's true. I read it in a book once. Yes. I read. Don't tell anyone.

She looks down at our hands and smiles. Is that a good sign? Does she like it? Should I keep on doing it?

My gut is telling me to not let go. Right then, she leans her head on my shoulder. I lean my chin onto her head and kiss it. Oh dear. The smell of strawberries. If people would see us acting like this, they would think we were a couple. But no. Sadly, that's not the truth. Relationships don't always work the way you want them to. In fact, they probably never do. But all I can say is the girl sitting next to me, holding my hand, is a girl I care about. I would do anything for her. I hope she knows that.