A Little Story About Love

Part 8

This chapter is dedicated to im_loving_you for getting me writing again.

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Chance

Max and I didn't talk for the next two weeks. He was in class though, smaller and quieter than ever. Every time I looked at him my heart would speed up, and I could feel massive butterflies fighting inside my stomach. The memory of our kiss was burned into my mind day and night.

My mind couldn't wrap itself around what had happened and the feelings I had discovered for Max. I wasn't gay. I couldn't be. Trying to sort out my confusion, I got a girlfriend, but it only lasted a few days. She was one of the hottest girls in our school; the complete lack of attraction I felt towards her only deepened my confusion. I grew so frustrated that I began to fall behind in my classes, and stopped being able to eat. I finally broke down and called my sister, swearing her to secrecy.

February 14, 2010

After talking to my sister, I knew what I had to do. It was just after dinner, and getting dark. I ran up the stairs two at a time, not having the patience to wait for the lift. I arrived at Max's door panting for air. I ran a hand through my hair and knocked.

Elle opened the door, "Chance? What are-?"

"Max. I need to see Max," I gasped between breaths.

Elle's expression grew alarmed. "Chance... he's not here."

My heart fell, "Where...?"

"Why?"

"I made a mistake. I need to see him."

Elle smiled, "It's his birthday. Don't make it worse okay?"

"No. Of course not."

"He's on the roof." I was running, yelling a thanks over my shoulder before she had even finished her sentence.