The atmosphere was thick. Bottles of booze had been haphazardly placed on the table and the members of fairy tail were ready to party. Natsu and co. leaped into the guild with fists in the air, celebrating their previous victories in the grand magic games. Mirajane wondered to the stage ready to perform her songs. Droy eagerly headed to the food. Everyone was busy socialising and partying but there was one person left on their own- Max.

People pushed past him, ignoring him. They carried on partying and didn't notice him alone. The sand mage sighed and found a seat alone by the bar. A kind barmaid offered him a drink. He reached his hand for it and quickly drunk it with his head in his hands. No-one knew about what had happened later that day. He didn't want anyone to know, he was too ashamed.

Max's girlfriend had dumped him, accusing him of being in love with a broom. He remembered what had been said.

"Max, we need to talk, about the broom."

"What about it"

"Max, I saw the way you looked at it. You don't look at me that way anymore."

"I don't…"

"I am obviously not your type max, so it's over!"

He repeated the conversation again and again and again in his head, "I saw the way you looked at it. You don't look at me that way anymore.". Could it be true? Could he be in love with a broom? The feeling of those sharp bristles stroking his face, the smooth handle that he stroked his hand down, the sweeping back and forth were sensations that he enjoyed very much, but the thought of it confused and twisted his brain in knots.

Max felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Mirajane. He turned head to look at her.

"Are you okay?" she enquired with a look of worry on her face, "You have been sitting here for a while."

He replied, "Yeah"

"Need some company?"

"No it's alright, I already have booze with me."

"Okay, but you should come join the…"

Mirajane kept talking, but Max had zoned out. He had noticed a familiar figure in the door way of the bar. He said he need to go to Mirajane and felt drawn to it. He became face to face with the figure in the doorway.

"I need to say I am sorry, it was you all along, I…" He was silenced. The broom edged closer. Max lifted his hand to the broom and stroked the bristles. He pulled the handle towards his body. A warm feeling spread from his heart through his shoulders and to his toes. His lips touched the cold, hard wood and he began showing his affection. He felt the broom whisper in his ear.

"I know you love me, I have been waiting till you would admit it, I have been waiting for this love max."

The words entered Max's ears and he replied, "I have been waiting for this sweet love too."