Reality at it's Finest

How dare you?!

 Max awoke to birds chirping and the smell of bacon in the air. He sat up slowly, yawning and stretching, rubbing his eyes to get the sleep out of them. He rubbed through his hair, the ache in his jaw really setting in now that the adrenaline calmed down. He clenched his teeth in pain and frustration remembering the day before. He remembered the kiss and feelings he shared with Gio to the fight he had with his father to his father then losing his mind and trying to harm or even kill Max, then missing Max and hitting Gio which then Max beat his father into the ground to take his now wounded boyfriend to the hospital. That entire day was one of the worst memories he will forever harbor in his mind, alongside the death of his mother.

"I will not lose another person I love dearly," He said in a whisper, his voice deep and intimidating and his eyes in a fiery gaze as he stared out the window in front of him into the tree line. He got up slowly, his stomach churning from starvation as he opened the door to a stream of bright light. He didn't realize how bright it was in Gio's house, he then realized that he had spent the night in his lover's house too. He began to explore and look around the ornate house, even though it was the same size as his own house. The house was decorated in blacks, whites, and reds, the colors of an eccentric artist. He knew of Sharon already, recognizing who Gio's mother was because they looked so much alike. Max walked down the wooden steps, slowly taking his time.

"I was wondering when you were going to get up," Sharon called from the kitchen, hearing the steps creaking slowly, while flipping over some bacon and eggs. Maxwell came down the steps with only his pants on, forgetting to put his shirt back on from yesterday. Sharon looked up and smiled, laughing to herself, trying not to look to hard at Maxwell's body.

"I see a few reasons why my son fancies you," Sharon said, making Maxwell blush as he was about to go back upstairs to put a shirt on. Sometimes he forgot that he had such a nice body, from his pecs to his six pack and his biceps. He was a very very good-looking man, but he just thought of himself as okay.

"Oh, uh, thank you Miss Sharon," Maxwell said, blushing hard, and covering his body while attempting to go back up.

"Calm down Max, you are fine, you haven't got anything I haven't seen before," Sharon said, beckoning him to take a seat at the island. She handed him a plate and put some bacon, some eggs, and some pancakes for him to eat. He hasn't eaten in a day and was really really hungry. Maxwell hesitated for a second, grabbing a fork, and started eating slowly. That lasted for three seconds and then he started digging in.

"Oh my god Sharon, this is delicious," Maxwell said with a big mouthful of pancakes, trying to talk through it. Sharon laughed heartily and then made a plate for herself to sit across from Max.

"I wish Giovanni and I ate like this more," Sharon said, in a somber tone, looking down and beginning to pick up a fork full to eat. Max looked up at her and slowed his eating down.

"Why don't you?" Maxwell asked, still eating the food but paying more attention to Sharon. Sharon still eating, stopped for a minute to try and find the words to explain. She took a deep sigh and looked at Maxwell.

"Well...after his father was sentenced we haven't been as close, I thought that would change but apparently not, he was even more detached than ever...I think he blames me for what his father did to him," Sharon said, a tear welling in her right eye. Max reached over and settled a hand on hers, wanting to provide some comfort to her. He understood how it felt to lose a parent and be abused. His father wasn't as abusive when his mother was around but now it was even worse. Max wasn't sure how he would even be able to approach his father, if he even wanted to. He knew he wasn't ready, everything was still fresh.

"It's okay Sharon, everything will be okay, and once Gio gets out of the hospital, I'll make sure we all eat together at least once a day," Max reassured Sharon that he really wanted to be apart of Gio's life. He didn't have as many people in his life and he felt so strongly for Gio, even raising a fist to his father which he has never done before.