Undone [Completed]

Undone: [Seventeen] [Part One]

I was away on holiday, sorry. But this *is* super long :)

A quick recap-

A frustrated Max decides that he needs a getaway – and the best form he can think of involves meeting up with his friends from Letterman, and Dylan. His generally stress-free outing ends when he arrives home, to find a notification on his phone: (1) Message Received.

Nick doesn’t understand why Max is avoiding him, and if it really is just that he was shaken up seeing Leo, why was that something he was comfortable telling Rodney and Ryan, and not him? A conversation that ensues is interrupted first by Leo, who asks to speak to Max in private, then Lani, who doesn’t appreciate being left out. The best way out Nick can think of? Get Max and Lani to become friends.

Max (another Nick POV would have been too much, no? :P)

I stared. The backlight lingered on for a moment longer before fading away to darkness. I pressed a button.

It was definitely there. (1) message received.

It faded again. I pressed down for a third time. The screen lit up for a brief moment, instructions on how to unlock the phone on display, and then it disappeared. The notification of a message in my inbox came on for a few seconds, then the phone turned black.

No!

I’d only just changed my number! There was no way he could have found out what it was…was there?

It isn’t him.

But..what if it was?

It’s isn’t him. It’s can’t be him. It’s not-

Trembling, I pressed the buttons to unlock the phone.

Even if it is, it’s just a stupid message. He can’t do anything to you.

I swallowed.

View.

Roses are red, violets are blue, a friend like you should be kept in the zoo. Don’t get angry, you’ll find me there too – not in a cage, but laughing at you!

Huh?

A few spaces below: I know, kinda silly, but I found it again and thought to remind you too. Good night. =)

The hammering in my heart hadn’t calmed any. What sort of message was this? Some sort of threat? It made no sense, really, till I scrolled further down to the details of the sender: Nick.

I released the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.

Silly Max. Of course it wouldn’t be John.

The relief that chose to flood my veins wasn’t – isn’t- really describable; I don’t think. It’s not like fear, where everything goes to a standstill and you can hear your heart pounding away and you can’t breathe, or joy, where it’s all sunshine and a thousand balloons lifting you into the air. This wasn’t the ‘a-weight-has-been-lifted-off-my-shoulders’ kind of thing either.

Everything returning to real-time, and the room not seeming as quiet and frightening anymore, I turned my attention back to the message – it surprised me I hadn’t realized immediately who had sent that. We’d been kids then, and Mum had received a message from one of her friends that she’d thought to share with us, thinking we’d be amused.

She’d been right.

Under-right, if you liked. The slight irritation at having our game of catch-Mr.-Jenkins’-cat interrupted had dissolved into the tears of laughter – it turned out to be the funniest thing, ever, to our eight-year-old selves, and we’d vowed never to forget.