Incomplete

Chapter 31, Alexander

I'm standing behind Max's front door for the second time this week. But the difference today is, that I have already drunk a bit.

His parents are away for the weekend so I don't have to worry about getting exposed of my drinking, even though my dad already knows about it, but he just doesn't know how bad it actually is.

I just stand there for a moment, analyzing the door in front of me like my life depended on it. Pretty strange considering mine and his are exactly the same. Must be the alcohol doing it's tricks in my brain. I chuckle at the thought.

My hand finally decides to do what it came here for in the first place, ring the fucking doorbell. As my finger releases the bottom, I hear footsteps of someone rushing towards the door. It flies open and slams me straight in the face, making me stumble to the ground.

"God Alex are you okay?" Max asks panicked when his brain got the time to process what he just did. He stretches his hand towards me which I take and start laughing like crazy. Max's eyebrows lift up. "Are you drunk?"

"No, no!" I shake my head to make it clear to him that I am definitely not drunk. "Just had some shots at home."

"What's up with you and drinking all the time?" Max wonders but doesn't sound even a bit blaming. A real friend over here.

"Not my fault life doesn't go as planned," I state and Max finally gets the power to drag me up from the ground.

"You really should talk to someone."

"Not an option," I glare at him and walk past him into the kitchen where all the booze is located.

"Why not?" Max questions curiously but I just ignore him.

"I need my mind off things tonight at the party and you," I point at him. "Are gonna make sure it happens."

"A party huh?" Max looks at me with a blank face.

"Yeah, Isabelle told me about it," I tell him and he slowly nods. My hand reaches into the shelf with all the alcohol and takes out the first best thing it touches. Sparkling wine. Will do.

"Dude, you can't just come over here every time you have a bad day and start drinking," Max tries to reason with me.

"I'm not gonna drink here. I came to invite you to the party," I say it like it should be obvious.

"Then you probably don't need this." Max snatches the wine from my hand and places it back into the cabinet. Then he sighs and studies me. "You need to stop this. Seriously. It's not healthy."

"I fucked up dude and I need a distraction!" I try to jerk the bottle back but without any success. Max is standing in the way.

"You fucked up?"

"Yes, I fucked up!"

"What exactly did you fuck up?" Max asks, his eyes pendling between mine.

"I kissed her, okay!" I blurt out. That wasn't what Max was expecting. His eyes are suddenly wide open. I have never before complained over kissing somebody so it must come like a shock to him.

"Kissed who?" Max questions not taking his eyes off mine. I groan and make my way back to the front door. Max follows swiftly behind me.

"Can we go to the party now?" I completely ignore his question for the second time today. Max seems doubtful even though I know he wants to go.

"You sure that's a good idea? I mean, you are already kind of drunk," he points out.

"Am not!"