My Love For You

"Past should be Forgotten"-9

Sitting on the wall next to the area Max met John ,the two have a conversation. "What are you doing here Peter?" Max starts off the conversation. Peter reaches in his jacket pocket to grab a cigarette.  Once lit, he takes a breathe in...releasing the smoke into the air.

"An incident...", he starts to tear as he feels his heart beat faster, "...an incedent happened four months ago." Peter takes in another heap of his cigarette refusing to finish his statement.

Max irrated asks, "Don't leave me off like that, what happened?" They make eye contact and Max feels the need to smile.

"My sister, Cassie...along with my mother, died. Calum, my mom's boyfriend came home drunk and decided to go a-wall, shooting them, except me." Max's starts to feel a shiver come up his back, leading to his neck hairs.

"I'm sorry to hear...I never knew." he tries comforting

"Of course you didn't. We weren't friends queer." Peter insults throwing his cigarette to the ground. Max doesn't seem to be bothered by the insult, so he laughs.

"You haven't changed...at all Peter. " They look to the ocean and laugh. Max offers to take a walk down the beach and back. Peter, in sarcasim, is willing to go. "I'm guessing you have no where to stay, right?"

"Nah, I sort of got up and left. I saved up the money for gas and food though. I guess I was just kinda hoping I would...somehow leave the world coming here." he replies wiping away a tear.

"Peter..." he stops Peter, but Peter pushes away.

"I should've pushed her out of the way once I saw her come toward me! I can't...." Max held Peter as he cried in sorrow. The he begins to feel his pain, but refused to make any emotion toward it.

Max lifts Peter' head, "You know there was something you could've done...but it's in the past. You need to forgive youself, redeem the person you once were when she was around. It's not exactly your fault." They make their way back to the pier and sit on a bench looking up at to the nights lights.

Pete leans his head on Max's shoulder, "I felt like she knew...she always knew."

"Knew what?" Max questions.

"About...me. She and I were close, very close. At her age even, I still could tell her anything. I never told her about being gay...just that I was...different. Over the years I noticed she seemed to acknowledge that and help me out...Especially after the times I...hurt you" Peter mentions, and he slowly sits upright, still close to Max.

"Don't pressure yourself on the beatings you gave me. They hurt like hell, but it's the past Peter. And maybe she did know, she was your only sister" As they continue to chat John sits on the trail above the cliff side, watching Max.

Once Max and Peter finish their talk, John stands making his way down the hill. "Max!" he shouts walking toward them.  Max turns in surprise.

"John?...What are you...oh my god. I'm so sorry I forgot about-"

John smiles turning his head, "Don't worry about it, its nothing." he laughs. "Who's your...friend?"

Peter has a feeling of violence, but he hides his intensions. "This is Peter, an old friend of mine from Tennesse." he explains.

Max lifts his hand in a gentle manner waiting for a greeting from Peter. "You know Pete's we usually shake hands in this part of the country." teases John.

"Peter....Not in any circumstances are you allowed to call me Pete, asshole." and Peter shakes his hand firmly. Max starts to stiffen getting them situated.

"Well I guess Peter and I should get home...it's late and my aunt is already on my ass about you." mentions Max, then Peter heads to his car.

John gently grabs Max's waist pulling him back. "He's not sleeping in-"

Max interrupts, "No he's not John", he grins, "he's not exactly...okay with the gay idea." John kisses Max's cheek and jogs down the sidewalk. Max enters the car with Peter waiting.

"So you and that guy are...?" Peter confusingly starts to question.

"Yes Peter...we are dating." Max answeres annoyed and shuts the car door. Peter quietly laughs and reverses the car, heading to Melissa's house.