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Just my luck... Who else should be there when I decide to use the hotel's unbelievably small elevator? Just her. Only her, and no one else. Suppressing a sigh, I walked in as the doors parted slowly.
Why couldn't I have used the stairs? When we were inside, I noticed Max try to squirm to the other side of the elevator, which, unfortunately, wasn't very far. She looked down and pretended to study her shoes, a typical Max awkward-moment move.
Max was undeniably my first love. I promised her that she would also be my only love, but looking at the way things were now, I wasn't sure. I would also be the first one who had broken her heart, who had left her, but it's better this way. She's safer now, I guess. If it was for her own good, then I don't regret what I did. But she seems so distant now, and I wonder if I really did sever our relationship.
"So, the whole Doomsday Group thing is getting pretty creepy," I said, trying to break the ice, over the sound of the elevator. "Max?" I prodded, attempting to make lame small talk.
"You figure? What with the whole everyone must die shtick?" She finally snapped.
The sigh I had been trying to hold in escaped, and Max was moving awkwardly away from me again.
It then hit me that I had not only broken her heart, but also a promise.
" Don't ever leave me again."
" No, not ever. "
Okay, score for Max. This feels even worse than the having-kids-with-Dylan incident.
"The flock seems to be in good shape." Small talk, second attempt. "I know you're worried about your Mom and Ella." I added, remembering what Iggy (or was it Gazzy?) told me over the past few days.
Max gave a small nod, but she kept her lips pressed together. That's it. Fine. I give up.
"So...you're not going to talk to me anymore?"
"How could you stop loving me?"
That was the question she had been thinking about? Seriously? Max did sound hurt when she said that, but how could she just...think that? Did she think I just left for the sake of leavingher? This is hard for me too!
Max tried to dismiss it by shrugging and turning away though.
Unable to control myself, I smacked my hand against the wall and managed to speak.
"Is that what you think? Do you think I like seeing you with that...experiment? "
"Do you think I like seeing you with that...clone?"
This was like Virginia all over again, only ten times worse.
"But this is what you decided!" I blurted out.
"This is what you decided! You're the one who left! You're the one who immediately replaced all of us! Replaced me!"
"She's not a replacement for you!" I retorted. No, Maya could never, ever, come close to being Max. I realize that now. "No one could replace you." I tried to be calm. " But I needed another good fighter. And...she's really very different from you, in lots of ways."
"That's special! Glad to hear it!" Max sounded really mad. How could she say that when...
"What about you and superboy? You think I don't know what's going on?" I demanded. What with the whole having-kids-with-Dylan issue. Don't even get me started on that.
"Yeah? Then tell me, because I have no freaking idea what's going on!"
From a normal tone, we didn't really notice that our voices grew louder. In fact, Max's last retort was almost an angry shriek.
Suddenly, the doors opened.
Oh crap...Who can be better to have with us now than a seven year old who can read minds.
Angel was frowning at us. She crossed her arms. " Okay you guys, you can argue later. Right now you need to listen up. I have a plan." Had Angel gotten even bossier since I left? At least the argument was put to a stop. There was no way we were going to fight in front of anyone again.
Max sighed. "Let's hear it."