Disclaimer: This story mentions self-harm and thoughts of suicide. If this bothers you, please don't read. This story also contains boy x boy, so if you don't like that, don't read, and don't hate. Finally, there will be a LOT of cussing in this story. You have been warned.
A/N: This is my first fanfic, so that should explain the really crappy plot. There will be a lack of updates, which I will describe here: I am starting this story in the Summer, when I don't have school, but even then, I am a VERY big procrastinator, and I am a terrible person in general...so...yup. Possibly enjoy the story, and have a nice day! :D (Also, Max lives with Ross and Tim, not with his dad).
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Chapter One:
Max's P.O.V.
It's been a week since my dad left me. Even though he promised me he wouldn't, after mom's funeral, he apparently decided that his son was only holding him back. He didn't even leave a note, just packed up and drove off.
The main problem, is if I tell the people at the office, they might support me and offer me harbor from my demons...but Adam would think that I'm weak. Then, my chances of him ever loving me back are diminished even further. Hell, now that I think about it, everyone would ridicule me for being so undesirable that my own father doesn't want me.
I've made my decision. I will keep everything inside. They'll never spot the difference. They won't realise that under all the fake laughs and bitchy jokes, I am really just...dead inside.
But, I have work to do in the morning, and I don't want to disappoint Adam any further than I already have. Time to go to bed and subject myself to the awaiting nightmares of my mother dying. Over and over again. Right before my eyes.
-The next day-
3rd Person P.O.V.
Once Max wrenched himself awake, he quickly checked his phone to make sure it was long before the others woke up, before he went into the bathroom of their apartment and searched the cabinets before finding what he was looking for - a razor and some bandages. For each cut he made, he muttered a reason.
"Mom". "Dad". "Adam". This continued until Max's arm was covered in cuts. Another glance at his phone told him Ross and Tim would be waking up soon, so he washed and bandaged his arm, then put on a longsleeve shirt and a hoodie. To the outside world, Max looked completely normal. That was his plan. Max would act as he normally did. No one will worry. Everyone will believe it. Max would hide his feelings for Adam. Simple, he could do this.
