It's been a week. A whole week and I still haven't talked to Max. It's our championship tomorrow and this whole thing is stressing me out.
I know Max hurt me but I miss him.
And Jess's parents are getting annoyed with me there all the time. So I decided I would go see Max today.
I knocked on the door and Max opened it. His eyes widened at the sight of me. He looked terrible. I mean still hot, but his hair was messed up, and it looked like he hasn't slept.
"Riley. I'm so sorry... please let me explain." He begged.
"Okay." I said, walking in and sitting on the couch.
"That girl, she's my ex." He started. I felt tears well up in my eyes.
He took a breath and continued "she came here and I promise I was trying to get her to leave but she wouldn't, she tried kissing me and I didn't let her. She just wouldn't leave or stop. Riley, please believe me. I love you and I would never hurt you."
I felt the tears stream down my face.
"Babygirl... I'm so sorry." He whispered.
By now I was sobbing and I jumped, yes I literally jumped onto his lap and hugged him. I hugged him as if there was no tomorrow.
I felt him tense but soon enough he hugged me back. We stayed hugging for a while, so I rested my head on his shoulder. He moved us so he was laying on the couch with his arms around me, and I was beside him, my face buried in his shoulder.
"I'm so sorry Max." I whispered. I don't know why I was apologizing, but I felt the need to. I missed him so much.
"Babe, you have nothing to apologize for. This ones on me." He replied.
"Are we back together?" I asked him, hopefully.
"No." He replied.
"W-what?" I asked looking up.
"I'm kidding babe." He replied.
That was not funny. When he saw my hurt expression he pulled me closer and said "sorry babe."
"It's okay." I replied.
I realized that at that moment, I needed him. He made me happy. He should know...
"Max?" I said.
"Yeah?"
"When we where apart, I realized how badly I need you. And I want you to know I love you so much more then words can explain." I replied.
"I love you too." He whispered.
We laid there for a while, enjoying each other's company until we fell asleep.
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