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Hey! t's Tigress again, don't worry, I will still continue to write Maxton for you guys. Not only do I enjoy writing them, but reading all your wonderful reviews, you obviously enjoy reading them, so here's a piece for you guys. It isn't nearly as fluffy as the last one, and contains more angst and drama, but nonetheless, I really needed an explanation as to why Mike/Max have been away from each other for 2(or was it 4?) months, so here's my take on what happened.
I also wanted to write a bit about Jenny Hardy, because I never really felt she got enough attention, and I haven't seen any fics out there with her, so here we go.
Notice: I am taking prompts, however I don't write smut. Not only am I awful at it, but it's not particularly something I enjoy writing, so you'll have to go somewhere else for that.
Just Another Tragic Love Story
a series of Maxton one-shots by Tigress Tears
Promise
It was just another Friday night in New York. The TV was on, and Max, Ryan, and Jenny Hardy were watching one of Max and Jenny's favorite shows, NCIS Los Angeles. Ryan wasn't very fond of crime shows. They're so unrealistically stupid to him, with ridiculous plots and storylines, but he knew better than to argue with woman.
Jenny had come to visit New York. Mainly because she missed her family, Max and Ryan, but also because she had some friends here. Jenny knew it was approximately 2 months after Joe Carroll's arrest, and although Ryan didn't seem too shaken up, Max was afraid to stay on her own, she'd been staying at her uncle's ever since the day. Especially since Mark Gray was still out there, and Mike had gone back to Virginia, (you'll see why) she had nobody. That's where Jenny came in. She still laughed at the memory of her niece begging her to stay with her at her apartment.
Jenny and Max invited Ryan over for dinner, which by the way, was simply leftovers. The Hardy women were never really considered 'chefs.' Like at all. That's probably why she hooked up with that pastry boy. It was nice to have proper food for once.
Ryan was comfortably leaning back on the couch, Max's head on her aunt's shoulder. Max was on the verge of falling asleep until Ryan sleepily said, "Tomorrow morning I'm going to pick Mike up from the airport. Either of you coming?"
"WHAT!?" Max sputtered suddenly fully alert.
"Oh that nice boy who saved us from Maggie? I'll come." Jenny said, with a smile, before looking over to Max in confusion.
Ryan also stared at his niece weirdly. "I thought you two made up? You seemed pretty good friends last time I saw you together."
Friends. Ha. Sure. That's what you think, Ryan. Max knew very well that they were much more than friends.
Max took a deep breath. "Yeah, uh, about that, I actually have to do something tomorrow, you two can go without me."
Ryan shrugged and turned his attention back to the TV. However, Jenny wasn't buying it. "Do you want to talk about something?" She asked, softly.
Yes. "No, I'm good." Max replied. Lie. "I'm just really busy tomorrow, that's all." Lie.
Jenny knew for a fact she wasn't fine, but she knew how stubborn her niece can be. She also knew what a bad liar she is. Whenever she lies, she always plays with her hair in some sort of way. She was doing it right now.
Mike's coming back. I am so screwed. Max thought, miserably.
It's not that Max didn't love him anymore. Quite the contrary, actually. However apparently he didn't feel the same way. So when he left her for "personal reasons" it tore her into pieces. She couldn't think, sleep, or even eat. Mike Weston constantly occupied her thoughts and it was driving her insane.
She still didn't understand. He kissed her. Something wasn't right, and Max just couldn't connect the dots. So when he showed up at her door, she didn't know what to think. She didn't know what to do. She just stood there. Frozen.
"Can I come in?" Mike asked, quietly. Anxiously waiting for her reply. Instead of answering his question, Max slowly stepped aside, allowing him to come in. What did he want? To laugh in her face?
Max was the first to speak. "What are you doing here? You left me. I was in love with you and you just threw me aside, like a piece of garbage. No explanation, nothing. You didn't even care. You told me you didn't even love me."
"I can explain everything." Mike told her, desperately. "Please, just hear me out."
Max shook her head. "Can you please leave?"
"No, I can't. I came all the way here to New York just to talk to you and I'm not going back until you know the truth." He said, edging closer to her.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Thank you Jesus thank you thank you thank you. Max thought, as she rushed over to the door.
Mike hung his head in misery. Why won't she listen to him? Did he hurt her that badly that she wanted absolutely nothing to do with him? Mike looked up when he heard a familiar voice. "Jenny?"
"Oh hi. Sorry am I interrupting something?" Jenny asked, winking at Max, who just rolled her eyes. "He's cute, Max, have you talked to him?" Jenny had said to Max earlier that day.
"Nope. Not at all. Come on inside. In fact, you can-" Max was cut off by Mike who replied, "Yeah, you kind of are… Do you think you can come back later?" He asked, avoiding eye contact with Max who muttered something under her breath, letting herself fall onto the couch.
"Of course. I'll see you kids later." Jenny said, cheerfully, before closing the door.
Mike joined Max on the couch. Now was the time to tell her everything. The real reason why he left her. "I left you because I love you!" He heard himself say, suddenly, before wanting to kick himself for saying it.
Max look up at him. "What?" She asked, quietly.
Mike took a deep breath and started over, slower and calmer this time. "You killed Luke… and I killed Lily. We basically destroyed this guy's family. He's already out for our blood. Being together will only make you a bigger target to destroy us. Mark enjoys killing people mentally rather than physically, and what better way to do that then killing the one woman he loves?"
Max was speechless after everything she just heard. Mike was trying to protect her.
"I… I lied to you because if I told you I didn't love you, you'd get over me quicker, and think of me as some huge jerk. That way you wouldn't miss me as much as I missed you." Mike explained.
"But that's not what happened!" Max exclaimed. "I never got over you. I always thought about you. You completely broke me, and I just don't understand why you thought it would be a good idea to put me through that."
"That's why I came back. I realized how stupid I was. I realized I need you in my life to function properly. I realized I'm still in love with you and even time can't fix that." Mike said, desperately. He moved closer to her, forcing her to look at him. She wanted to see it in his eyes that he truly was sorry. That he really did miss her and he would do anything to gain her love and respect back.
I realized I'm still in love with you and even time can't fix that. The words repeated over and over again in her head, and finally she saw it. She understood why he did what he did and she knew how sorry he was. All she could do now was close the gap in between them and kiss him like her life depended on it. Mike reacted immediately, arms wrapping around her waist, as he felt her arms around his neck.
When Max finally broke the kiss, she rested her forehead against his. As much as she would like to continue it, she just wanted to stare at that face she'd missed so much while he was gone.
"Promise you'll never leave me again?" Max asked.
Mike kissed the side of her head.
"Promise."
Even if I don't think that Mike leaving was for any reason as similar to that, we can dream right? I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Don't forget to let me know what you think and maybe even how I can improve! (:
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