New Boys

8

He ignored me and carried on walking, not looking back. "Max, come on. Please." I felt a lump rise in my throat. I tried to run up to him, but I didn't usually wear heels and could barely walk in them let alone run in them. Becoming frustrated with the fact I couldn't catch up with him, I gave up. "Why do you hate me? What have I done wrong? Tilly told me you called me pretty, Harvey said you told Dylan I was the most beautiful girl you've ever seen. You just stuck up for me, and then you carry on being like this?! I'm trying to understand you Max. I want to be friends. So what is it? WHAT IS IT MAX?!" All of the feelings I had kept inside of me, growing and bouncing around in my head spilled out through words. And I felt better for it. As I was speaking he stopped walking and he turned to face me. He was still far away from me, but close enough to hear what I had to say. "YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT IT IS? THEN THIS IS WHAT IT IS," although he was shouting his words were still wobbling. I stood still listening to what he had to say. "All my life I've wanted to die. Nothing felt right. We started music partially to help me with that. And it helped for a while. I just had to pretend to be happy to give a good impression of me to our fans, and although it helped me smile, I was never truly happy. Harvey helped me, he helped me see life differently and live every single moment in the best way. Everyday I would wake up and not want to be here, but he would show me how to use them feelings for the better. But when we started to split into different friendship groups and our music career grew, it was even worse for me to cope. then we came here and it changed my life. That was because of you, Leah. You. I felt something I'd never felt before. True happiness. I was afraid by it, so I became a coward and hid away. When Dylan said such horrible things about you it broke me into pieces, even though I'd only met you that day. And I know it's literally only been about a week and a half, but I've caught feelings with you. As soon I met you in the library, I was hooked. When I caught you looking at me I instantly fell for you. I'm in love with you Leah. But it doesn't matter, because you don't like me in that way and there's nothing I can do about it." By the end of his speech tears were streaming down his face and he was shuffling his feet through anxiety, keeping his hands in his pockets. He turned around to carry on walking, but I managed to run and catch up with him. I grabbed his arm out of his pocket and spun him round to face me. I placed a hand on his face and kissed him, causing him to lift one of him arms and run his hand up to my hair. We broke off and I wiped a tear off of his cheek. "Why do you think I've been trying to get to know you for so long Max? Why do you think you've been the only thing on my mind. Because I'm in love with you too Max, even if it has only been just over a week. I want to be with you. And I want to teach you how to live again. When I met you I knew I loved you. I want to see the Max that everyone sees through music, laughing and joking, but the real laughter. The truly happy Max. Let me see him-" I was stopped by him kissing me again. Everything felt right, it felt... perfect. I finally knew how Max felt, and it was better than I ever imagined. I wanted him to be happy.
After everything that happened at the party, I didn't want to go back inside. I told Olivia I was going and Max walked me home, and the whole way he held my hand. I heard him laughing and I saw him happy, it was the best thing I'd ever seen. I wanted to spend every single day with him. The new Max.