YOU 2 [Charli D'Amelio]

Chapter 154.

What feels like hours go by before Max finally comes back home. I have since showered, cleaned up the kitchen, and read fifty pages of Moby Dick on my Nook. Most of the time that has passed has been filled with me thinking of every possibility of her behavior and what she will say. The fact that she didn't want me to leave so that is a good thing. Right? I sure hope so. The entire night is a blur but I remember the key points.

Max was beyond intoxicated, angry, and aggressive. I brought this upon myself in a way for being irrational and kissing that guy in front of Her but I wish she would have been more understanding of my intoxicated state. Then again, Max and understanding are not two things that typically go together. I just want her to forgive me, I will grovel as much as I need to.

When I hear the click of the front door I instantly still. Everything I have been preparing to say to her vanishes from my mind, I sit the nook down on the table and sit up on the couch.

When Max walks through the door she is wearing a grey sweatshirt and her signature black jeans. She doesn't leave the house in anything except black and occasionally white, so the contrast is a little strange but the sweatshirt makes her look younger somehow. Her hair is messy and pushed off of her forehead and her eyes have dark circles under them.

In her hand is a lamp, different from the one she shattered last night but very similar.

"Hey." She says and runs her tongue along her bottom lip before pulling her lip ring between her teeth.

"Hi." I mutter in return.

"How..how did you sleep?" She asks.

I stand from the couch as she walks towards the kitchen.

"Good.." I lie.

"That's good." She says.

It is evident that we are both treading very lightly, afraid to say the wrong thing.

She stands by the counter and I stay near the fridge.

"I uhm.. I got a new lamp." She nods at the lamp in her hands. before sitting it on the counter.

"It's nice." I feel anxious, very anxious.

"They didn't have the one we had but they.." She begins.

"I'm so sorry." I blurt, interrupting her.

"Me too... well sort of."

"Sort of?"

"Yeah.. I mean I am sorry for some of it but not most."

"Okay.." I want to ask her to elaborate but I decide against it.

"Well I am sorry for all of it, I am so sorry. Last night was not supposed to go that way." I say.

"That is surely an understatement."

"It was a terrible night. I should have let you explain yourself before I kissed someone, it was stupid and immature of me."

"Yes it was. I shouldn't have had to explain myself, you should have trusted me and not jumped to conclusions." She leans her elbows on the counter behind her and I fiddle with my fingers, trying not to pick a the skin around my fingernails.

"I know. I am sorry."

"I heard you the first ten times charli."

"Are you going to forgive me? You were talking about kicking me out."

"I wasn't talking about kicking you out, I was just saying that relationships do not work." She shrugs.

A big part of me was praying that she wouldn't remember the things she was saying last night. She basically told me that marriage is for fools and that she should be alone.