A/N Hi! This is my very first fanfic! I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Make it or Break it or any of its characters, it belongs to ABC Family


I watched as Max stumbled in making his way towards me, his eyes shining of nothing but love. He had a neck brace cradling his broken collarbone, a full leg cast and some bruises which still looked tender. My eyes went wide as a bunch of questions zipped through my mind.

What was he doing here? Was he looking for Lauren? Did he really say my name when he was on medication? Does he love me?

As I was lost in thought, I didn't realize how close Max had gotten. He was a few inches away from my face, looking deep down into my eyes.

"Payson…" he started, barely a whisper. I locked eyes with him and I knew I would regret hearing his words. I had thoughts of making a quick escape, but I was trapped under his gaze, and couldn't move my legs.

"What are you doing here Max? You should be resting in the hospital." I interrupted before I could hear something I wasn't ready for, but it was no use. He moved an inch closer and the smell of medicine invaded my senses.

"P-Payson, I-I love you," he paused and gazed into my eyes. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe that a boy who loved Lauren also loved me. Guys like Max don't love Payson 'the hulk' Keeler; they love Lauren 'queen of the beam' Tanner and all the benefits that come with it.

I also couldn't believe that anyone at all loved me. Payson, the gymnastics robot. Max was really sweet and somehow, if we were in a different world where my heart wasn't already stolen, I could love him too, but this isn't another world. This is reality, where my heart was already stolen by the infamous Sasha Belov, four time gold medalist.

I snapped out of my trance when Max cupped my cheek. His touch wasn't the same as his. All those light touches in the gym as he corrected my positions on my floor routines or the way he led me somewhere with his hand slightly brushing the small of my back. Max just wasn't the same.

Max Spencer could never fix the hole in my heart. Max Spencer could never make me entirely happy. Max Spencer could never be Sasha Belov.

I glanced over Max's shoulder and found the inhabitant of my heart. Sasha Belov. He had a sadness in his eyes that I didn't quite comprehend. He ran a hand through his short, sandy hair in frustration.

We won worlds, what could he possibly be upset about? I took a deep breath and thought it over. If I can't have the one I love, I might as well be with the one that loves me.

"Payson, I-I have to tell you something first," Max whispered, jerking me out of my thoughts. There I made a decision, one that would change my life.

"I don't care, I'm so happy to see you" I cut him off and rose to the balls of my feet and wrapped my arms around his neck. I smiled as he hugged me back, but it didn't feel the same. I opened my eyes and conveniently met his eyes.

I watched as his fist tightened and his jaw clenched, and my smile faded away almost instantly. His eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head to himself and stormed out of the stadium. I let out a sigh and realized what I had been denying to myself for all this time.

My heart belonged to Sasha Belov, whether he wanted it or not.


A/N I'm still not sure if I should continue or leave this as a one shot... so R&R! :D