As You May All Know, This is kind of like a sequel to I Can't Stop Loving You. Kind of but it takes place in the past. Well starts in the time the other story ends but most of it is in the past. Please feel free to Enjoy!

"You Know It's All For You"

Ch. 1 – The Blonde's Life

Maybe it was just me, but I remember a point in time where everything was good, no matter what happened with whom because I never had anyone like him. Kai is a one of a kind. I hoped when he moved away that he wouldn't matter as much, I never wanted him to slip my mind. Well maybe it all started in my senior year . . .

"Mizuhara," Someone called for Max as he slowly walked out of school. Max turned around quickly just so he could hurry and get through the doors and be free. "You forgot this, oh and Emily said you're staying at her house tonight your mom had to run back to the U.S. your dad well you know." One of Max's best friends smiled gently at the whole thing.

Max smiled back at Michael and said, "Can you tell Emily I have 'stuff' to do then I'll get a ride down to her house." Max took the paper out of Michael's hand.

"Will do, Catch ya later Max!" Michael yelled while he ran down the hall and met up with his friend Eddy.

Max began to leisurely walk and then looked down at his hand holding the piece of paper. "I wonder . . ." Max unfolded it then before he knew it he was in someone's arms. "I'm so . . ." Max looked up to see a new face.

The boy looked down and his cruel eyes softened. He didn't speak he just made a little grunt while he just made sure Max could stand.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was . . ." Max was again cut off by the other teen's face. His face had this look that Max had never seen before it was nice look yet it was sad and thought-filled. ". . . Where I was going,"

The other teen smiled. "It's alright . . ." He gave a look as if he were looking for a name.

Max smiled brightly as he introduced himself. "I'm Max, Max Mizuhara!"

"I'm-" The other teen with two-toned blue hair was cut off when a guy with red hair cut him off. Hi eyes went harsh again and he looked as if he couldn't care if Max was there or not.

"Kai, hey Kai come on let's go!" The red-haired teen walked over. "Who's this kid and what are you doing talking to him?" In his voice you could hear a hint of jealousy, In Kai's eyes you could see it. He cared from the start.

"Tala, don't be jealous. You couldn't ever be replaced with this kid. Oh Tala this is Max, Max this is Tala, and we're leaving." Kai said instantly then began to walk away leaving Max very confused and Tala just mildly. Tala began to follow after a big smirk to Max, which kind of assumed, "Ha, he's mine."

Max just carried on with walking and went to his buddy Ray's car and waited for him there. They carried on to Ray's house finished the project they had assigned and due tomorrow and Ray dropped Max off at Emily's. "Emily what are you doing?" Max asked Emily as she dung threw the guest bedroom well so everyone called it Max's. His father never really cared where he was and his mother was always going back and forth from Japan and America. Max gave Emily a pondered look.

"Tell me where you put that note you got from Ray in the ninth grade." Emily glared at Max.

Max's eyes got big. "Note? I have not . . . umm there is no note. I uh threw it away with the uh umm . . . school work yeah. I don't keep un-important stuff. I . . . I don't keep notes either." Max was screaming on the inside. He wasn't cool on the outside either. He was jumpy and nervous. 'Can't let her find that note.' Max thought.

Emily laughed. "If that note wasn't important then why are you so uptight?"

Max sighed. "Okay that note was important but I don't keep notes I threw it away." Max said calmly but had doubt in his eyes for his plan to fall short.

Emily slowly walked out of the room as she spoke. "Well Fine, if it's really gone I might as well just leave."

Max threw himself on his bed and sighed again only this time was total relief. 'Good thing,' Max thought reaching down and sliding his fingers in-between the mattress and the wood holding the mattress up. Under there lay a folder. The folder contains every important or valuable (to him) paper type items, pictures, notes, and so on.