After about an hour of talking, Maxxie grew tired due to his medication and the doctor kindly asked his friends to leave. It was approaching 10 am on Sunday morning, so the group separated and headed home, eager to get some sleep before college tomorrow.
Maxxie would hopefully be well enough for college, so they could all check on him then.
Maxxie left the hospital with the doctors card in his pocket, in case anything was wrong, and a little packet of pills to sort out his throbbing headache. His parents had not left his side all this time and were eager to help him recover and get back
to what he loved doing: dancing. They had planned to stay at Walters brothers house this week; Maxxie had to stay behind to go to college, but now they thought it better to remain at home to take care of their son.
"Me and your mum are going to stay home this week, to make sure you're alright." Maxxie's dad proclaimed once they got home.
"No, don't dad. If you want to visit your brother, you should go. I'll be fine. I've got my friends."
"It's no problem really, you come first son."
"Thanks dad but really, go. I've got Taz for company."
"How are you feeling?" Walter asked.
"A lot better actually. I think I can definitely go to college tomorrow. Another reason why you should go and visit Uncle Stephen." Maxxie still felt sick, but he wouldn't let his parents miss out on a much-needed holiday.
"Ok, fine. But if you need anything we'll come straight back, ok Maxxie?"
"Sure dad. Say hi from me."
"Sure will." Walter winked.
When Monday morning came, Chris trudged into school, still a little hungover. He was soon joined on the green outside the college building by a zombie-like Sid and Michelle. They sat on the grass under their favourite tree and waited for the others to
arrive. Chris was just taking a spliff from his back pocket and lighting it, when he saw Maxxie walking towards them.
"Max!" He shouted, getting up and running towards his best friend.
Maxxie didn't say anything, but received the hug with gratitude. Before he knew it, the rest of the gang had flocked around him, hugging him and asking how he was. Long arms looped around Maxxies neck and pulled him into someone's chest. The blonde looked
up and smiled at Tony, who held him in a tight hug.
"I'm glad you're ok Max." He said soothingly.
Luckily for Maxxie, Sketch never came into school. As the hours crept by, Tony started to notice Maxxie's nervous behaviour. Every minute or two, the blonde would glance over his shoulder or look around the room, wrapping his arms around himself and then
looking at the floor. Tony tried to comfort Maxxie as best as he could, with the occasional touch or friendly smile. Maxxie found this reassuring; he was really grateful to all of them for helping him through this mess.
Later in the evening, shortly after his parents left the house, Tony turned up on Maxxies doorstep. Maxxie had been watching TV with Taz and wondering what to do with himself until his brown haired friend turned up.
"Oh hi Tony. Can I help?" Maxxie asked upon opening the door.
"Can I come in?"
Maxxie shrugged and opened the door for his friend.
"I was thinking, do you want to go to a party tonight? To take your mind off, y'know..." Tony queried.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea Tone, considering how it turned out last time."
"C'mon Max, we won't leave your side and Sketch won't be there considering it's the other side of town."
Maxxie hesitated and looked at the floor.
"Please..."
"I'm sorry Tone, but I can't. You should go with everyone- have fun." The blonde decided.
"Y'know what Maxwell? I'm going to stay right here and we're going to get very drunk." Tony pulled Max into a soft embrace, resting his chin on the smaller boys head.
"Thanks for trying Tony, but I don't want to spoil your night out."
"It's ok, it's gonna be crap anyway." Tony winked. "Now where's your alcohol?"
Maxxie re-emerged from the kitchen with two bottles of vodka in his hand and a couple of shot glasses. Tony eyed the blonde in anticipation, waiting for Maxxie to be completely smashed. It didn't take long. As soon as Tony suggested a competition for
as many shots you can down in a minute, the stability of both boys went down hill. It reached 11pm and the pair of them were on the floor laughing and commenting on whatever was on the TV. Taz was sleeping in the other room but Maxxie was glad for
the company; he felt much safer and at ease with someone else by his side. Tony reached out and handed Maxxie a spliff, who took a puff before handing it back. The taller boy reached over to brush back Maxxie's hair and suddenly took the opportunity
to pull Maxxie on top of him by the collar of his shirt. As their lips mashed together and Tony eagerly wrapped his hands around the blondes head, Maxxie forgot where he was, or who he was with and revelled in the sweetness of this boys touch and
his musky smell. Somewhere along the line, Tony hoisted Maxxie up and they half walked/half tumbled to the bedroom at the end of the hallway.
Once inside Maxxie's bedroom, they fumbled around in the dark, running their hands under each other's shirts. Maxxie was so drunk he could barley stay upright and so Tony pushed him onto the small bed and pulled his shirt over his head exposing his slender
yet muscular build. Tony leant down and bit the blonde's lip resulting in a small growl. Tony loved this and continued to tease and play with Maxxie as gradually layers of clothing hit the floor.