That Little Letter

Chapter Four

"Get your stupid act together, brat! I know what you do at school! You're an idiot!" His father yelled before Max's body was pushed against the fridge and the handle used to open it. He let out a groan before he forcefully pushed his father away from him right before he bolted back to his room, which he often hid in on a daily basis. It wasn't that he enjoyed hiding in his room. He couldn't stand his father, and he probably never would. 

Max took out his phone for the first time that day. It was very early where he was, seven thirty AM. He didn't like waking up early because he knew his father would already be up. But he needed to go to the bathroom, and one thing went to another and he bumped into his father, who was in a decent mood before Max spilled his coffee over him. 

'Dear Dovey Dori,

You know, you are a very interesting cookie. I think you may be a mix of chocolate chip and raspberry sauce. Does that make sense? It better, even though it's 7:30ish over here. I shouldn't have woken up this early but your letter made me smile, which made it all worth it.' 

Max cringed once his father's voice bounced off of the hallway's walls before the front door slammed shut. He closed his eyes and purposefully hit his head a few times on his bedroom wall before he continued the little email he wanted to send to the girl that lit up his world. 

'Did I mention how you always make me smile when I frown? Okay, maybe I'll just be a cheesy ball whenever I message you back. Maybe it'll make you laugh. Who knows? Maybe I'm a comedian of some kind! 

Also, don't worry about how I am. I'm always great whenever I get an email from you. You're the best thing that happened to me, so you don't need to worry. In other words, yes, I'm okay. Or fine. Or good. Whichever one you want me to be. I am good. 

But how are you doing? I feel like I need to ask that way more often than usual. How's the family? 

I have to go and do chores but I'll talk to you later, muffin. 

Your star boy, 

Maximus.'