We All Have Daddy Issues (Max Green)

Drop Dead, Gorgeous.

June 23rd, 2005.

"How are you?" His mom hugged him again. "I haven't seen you back here in..." she thought for a moment, "way too long. Really, Maxy, you should come back more often. And you brought your girlfriend." She looked at me and smiled. "You're gorgeous, darling." Oh look. Darling. My favorite thing in the world to be called. Well, at least she didn't mean to offend me.

"She's a model." Max smiled smugly. Like he was showing off his shiny new toy or something. I kind of liked the feeling it gave me. It made me feel loved, you know? I mean, he always makes me feel loved, but showing me off to his mom like this is just kind of special.

"With all those tattoos?" His mom asked curiously. "And the red and black color blocks in your hair?" I smiled and nodded. "And you're kind of short." Okay, momma Green, not my favorite person in the world. While i'm sure she's curious, this is taking a huge impact on my ego.

"I model with this company called The Suicide Girls," I showed her my tattoo on my hip with the SG emblem, "They like to photograph models with tattoos and crazy hair and petite models too. But, i'm not that short. I'm 5'5." I added. She laughed.

"I didn't mean to offend you. Sorry. But that's really interesting."

"And she's in a band." Max put his arm around me. "Like me." She looked at his arm around me and smiled to herself.

"That's really good. And how's your band doing Max? I just read that you guys got done with that My Chemical Romance tour."

"Really, really good. We released an EP album, and next year we're due to release a full length album."

"And you're still friends with Ronnie?" She asked.

"Best." He nodded.

"Well I'm really glad you're doing so well." She hugged him. "Scared me half to death that you never came around."

"Yeah. Well I just felt like it was time to come back here already, and I brought Siggah along because I wanted to introduce you two." He smiled.

"Cool." His mom nodded. "Dinner is done, did you want to come eat? And you can stay a while. As long as you want." She grinned. My stomach churned. Dinner.

Max gave a hesitant look towards me. "Sure."

"Okay." I smiled painfully.

Dinner was painful. It was like walking on glass. And probably my first meal since Grey had left. We are in Max's old bedroom right now, his arms are wrapped around me and I am crying. I wonder if he notices. Probably.

"Siggah." Max sat up. "You're going to have to eat sooner or later. If you don't you'll-"

"Die." I concluded, wiping my eyes. I had no makeup on, because I had no makeup with me. Thanks, Max!

"Well, yeah." He rested his chin on my shoulder. "When we get back to Vegas in a couple of days I think you need to get help."

I whipped around so fast you'd swear I was going to kill him. "Fucking hypocrite!" I whispered harshly, so his mom wouldn't hear. I don't want to wake her. "I need help? Who's the one that was high as fuck last night at the hotel? Huh? Oh right! You were. Your an addict. Don't tell me that I need help unless you're going to get help yourself."

"I'm not." He said back in the same whispering shout.

"The fuck you aren't." I stood up. "I know you. Okay, and you completely are."

"I can stop any time I want to."

"And so can I." I retorted.

"I'd like to see you try." He huffed.

"Fine. If you go to rehab, then i'll go too." I said. My chest burned to say this, but the truth of the matter is if i'm a calorie addict, he's a drug addict, and we're BOTH fucked. And I want him to get help. And he wants me to get help. So I think the only right thing to do here, the only thing we can do without setting a double standard is to have us both go get help.

Max looked at me and pulled me back down to sit with him. "Do you promise me you'll get better?" He asked me. I looked at him, about to regret what I was going to do.

"Yes." I said. He hugged me tightly. I felt wetness on my shoulder. "Why are you crying?" I sobbed.

"Because you're crying." He tried to say.

"We're so stupid." I giggled, pulling out of the hug to look at him.

"Fuck." He laughed. "You're right."

I took his face in my hands and wiped his eyes. "It's okay." I hushed him.

"Now shouldn't I be the one that's telling you it's okay? I'm supposed to be the man." He said.

"I'm crying too." I noted. "And you're pretty feminine."

"Am not!" He said.

"Max you wear makeup and tight pants." I laughed, then kissed him.

"When you put it that way..." He mumbled. "I sound like a pansy."

"You're not a pansy, but you're kind of different. And it's hot." I shook my head at him. "And this," I messed up his hair, "Is sexy."

"You're not normal though." He laughed. He had ceased to cry, though when he had before it wasn't as hard as I was. It was more like small tears. I was obnoxiously crying.

"Yeah but, you seem to like me..." I shrugged and smiled.

"Actually, I love you." He mumbled.

"Finally. I'm not alone." I said in reference to the last time that I told him I loved him, and he told me he didn't love me.

"I'm so sorry about that party."

"Forget it ever happened." I said, straddling him and kissing his neck.

"Whoa." He backed up. "I'm all for this," He grinned, "Beleive me. Just not in this house. Not here. Not now. Okay?"

I nodded. I understand. A certain someone would hear us then it would be really weird tomorrow. We layed back down and right when I was about to sleep I remembered what he had said about having to console me when I cried, and that I shouldnt' have to console him.

"You know, seeing you cry sucks. I have to make you feel better. So don't feel bad when I try. You just defeat my purpose." I whispered.

"Thankyou." He whispered, pulling me into his chest and wrapping his arms around me. I just curled up. This is perfect. But then there's when we get home. Rehab for an eating disorder. It's like drug rehab, except instead of detox with toxins, you have to introduce food back into your life. It's really hard when all you can think of is how to avoid it. How you can skip the next meal. How you can save those calories. Drop dead, gorgeous. This is going to be Hell.