Never Again (Mithross)

(^•~•^)Chapter 1(^•-•^) Max

Late~February 1, 2016

I stared at the blank ceiling in my room, contemplating my relationship with Ross. Did I really need him? I really felt like he was just weighing me down, he always made me wait for him.

Today was a big day, I was going back to Louisiana to see my beloved Boston Terrier Sophie. She was diagnosed with a disease of some sort and I wanted to go see her before they put her down. I had Ross drive me, since Tim was really busy keeping up with uploads.

"Ross! Hurry up lets go!" I grabbed a sweater and tried to hurriedly pulled on my shoes as I was almost late for my flight. "We have 20 minutes!! Hurry up!" I yelled again. Impatiently, I tapped my foot against the tile floor near the door. Ross has been quote on quote 'Getting ready' for the last hour.

"Almost done!" He stuck a hand out and put the pointer finger up, signaling me to wait. I let out a heavy sigh and leaned against the wall. Finally, I heard the sound of footsteps coming my way as I look up to see Ross, wearing exactly what he was wearing just hours before.

"What the fuck Ross..." I throw my hand out and point at his clothes. "It's the same as earlier!" We were now almost 5 minutes late, the plane would leave in about 10 minutes.

"What? I was fixing my-"

"Let's just go! We're late!" I grabbed his hand and dragged him out to the car where he slowly unlocked it and pulled out of the parking lot.

"Okay where's the Gas station? I'm low on gas..." Ross looked around the road, spotting a gas station just yards away. I sighed and slouched back into my seat, looking at the sky darken as he pulled into the gas station.

Minutes passed and Ross finally came out of the little Ampm and put the gas pump into the car. Now we were waiting for the gas to actually finish pumping. I checked my phone, another 5 minutes have passed. Meaning we only had 5 minutes until the plane leaves.

"Okay done." He said as he got back in. It was like he didn't even want me to go, like he was stalling for time.

"Just hurry up." My voice was low, clearly annoyed by the situation. He started driving to the airport, I'm pretty sure he could've drove a little faster because he was 10 mph under the speed limit.

When we got there, the plane literally just left, I turned around and stormed over to Ross' car. "You made me late you fucking idiot." My arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, and eyes narrowed at him. My eyes piercing his soul with anger and disappointment. He said nothing, just unlocked the car and let me back in. "I'm really tired of your shit Ross. You always wonder why I don't let you drive me anywhere and this is why. You always drive so damn slow when it's just you and me." I don't dare look at him, he was probably crying by the tone of my voice. Although I couldn't hear sniffling.

"I'm sorry..." He whispered. I almost didn't hear it. "Next time I'll go faster..." He kept his eyes on the road, not wanting to crash or anything.

I spoke calmly but it must've had a hint of anger in it. "You know, Maybe there won't be a next time." The car Abruptly stopped, making my head jerk forward as his grip on the steering wheel loosened, his elbows bending slightly to a rough 160 degree angle as a light whimper escaped his partly cracked lips. He wasn't looking at me but I could tell his eyes welled up with tears, the clear water like drops hit his blue jeans, making little dots.

"Wh-what?" His voice was shaky, his hands began to slightly tremble as I realized what I had done.

I just... Hurt him... And I Hurt him badly. I made him worried.