After awhile in the car he brought me home to his apartment. I somewhat knew what it looked like but I said somewhat. I look at Max and he sighs, he grabs my hands and crouches down to my Simi level. "Are you ok? You have a bruise on your jaw." As a reaction I reach up and wince as I feel the pain shoot though my face. "Um ha I'm fine just tired. That bruise was from a long time ago." I lie with such ease. It wasn't the first time and it won't be the last time either.
He gets up with my hands still in his as he drags me to the door. "OK loud people tell them to shut up if ya want to, OK?" I just my head and prepare for what is behind that door. Max opens the door and I gasp. I see Ross and Tim on the couch looking like they were about to pounce on each other. When they hear my gasp they both looked at me then at Max then back at me. I have my hand on my jaw so they can't see the bruise but I also have a hand on my sleeve for two reasons, one cuts/scars, and two I have a tattoo on my arm.
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They see me then get up and race tords me. I hide behind Max because I'm fangirling. When I turn around all three of them are looking at me. "U..U..U..Um hi, R..R..Ross and Tim..." "OH MY GOD SHE IS SO CUTE!! OOH I WANT TO SEE HER WHOLE FACE, COME HERE HUN!!" I help and run back behind Max. Tim scared me. Then Max said," Um she doesn't want anyone to see her jaw she had something wrong and had to have something done to it." I just stared.
"Well um come in and we will show you your room." Ross said with an apologetic smile. I followed them with my bag of stuff in my hand. We get to the door and Max opens it. It was a pretty room. Reddish pinkish walls with a twin sized bed in the middle of the room and there was a closet in the corner, with a dresser right beside it.
They leave me to get unpacked until dinner. I put all of my stuff away in about five minutes everything that goes in the bathroom is in a bag to take it there, where the bathroom is. I put on some foundation to cover up my jaw. Then,I pull up my sleeve and stare at my tattoo. I got it when I turned twelve because I bribed a person with really good hand writing to do it. It was fun but it hurt.
I hear a knock at the door and ametiatly pull my sleeve down. Ross pokes his head in and says that dinner is ready. We walk down and sit at the table. I feel my leg shaking visiously. Max and Tim walked out of the kitchen with food in there hands.
Once we eat everyone went there sepret ways. I walk back up to 'my' room and I find a Walmart bag in the corner. I open it and it has room decore stuff in it so I use it. When done I fell on the bed and fell asleep. Bad but peaceful....
