Max was gripping Lucy's arm so tight that his knuckles were turning white. He slammed the door to their second floor bathroom and locked it with a flick of the wrist. When he turned he found his sister sitting on the toilet seat, rubbing her sore arm. He didn't care about her arm at this moment, all he could think about was Emily.. in his house for HIM, not Lucy, him.
"Lucy, what am I gonna do?" He asked, wiping his forehead and slouching over the kitchen sink as if he was going to pass out, "Yeah she has tits, big deal, she's about as dull as a butter knife," Lucy grinned at her brother, she was rather happy that Max wasn't into Emily, she wouldn't want her dating her friend. Well, that's just splendid coming from her mouth, she and Jude would have never met if Max wasn't an idiot.
"You could always just tell her you aren't interested," As she spoke, Lucy shrugged, letting go of her arm and staring at the frusterated blonde. He didn't seem to be happy with her answer because he let out a loud groan, "It's not like you haven't broken hearts before Max, you're famous for that."
Max stood upright again, he was sweating slightly. Why was he so confused about this? Because this was his parents doing, something was going on. They wanted him home and they were trying to make him settle down. His hand wiped his brow again and with a swift movement, he sat himself ontop of the sink, "She's your friend right, tell her she's useless to me," Lucy raised both eyebrows, "Well.. you know, in your better version," his hand movements insisted that he was serious, but Lucy shook her head.
"I told you four years ago that i'm never doing your dirty work," Lucy reminded her brother who rolled his eyes, "No Max, i'm serious, your girl problems are your girl problems, maybe you should settle down," His head snapped up, his eyes wide at her response, "Not with Emily, God no. But maybe with a nice girl in New York, one who doesn't sleep with anything that walks."
"I don't want to settle down!" Max retorted, tapping the counter beneath him, the cold sound made chills sneak down Lucy's spine, "I like my life, why are they always trying to fucking ruin it?" he asked, but he didn't wait for a response even though he wasn't going to get one, "I'll just leave, like right now," Lucy stared at him. Then he remembered that Jude and Lucy would need rides too, "Talk to her Luce, please, unless you do want me to piss off your friend."
"I'm sure she won't be that upset."
"Come on," He sighed, glancing at her and pointing to himself, "It's me."
Lucy grinned and shook her head, "Right," but Max didn't find this a joking matter, he was still pissed off at his parents, "Well Max, it looks like you're going to have to let her down gently," she smiled at her brothers, playing with the ends of her blonde hair. He didn't like that answer, "Just make sure she knows you're never going to call her, sleep with her or marry her."
"Funny, really funny," He mocked, sarcastically, cocking his head, "Well, mom and dad are gonna be shipping me off to New York after dinner."
"Why?"
"Because this night is going to be hell," he grinned, winking at his sister and unlocking the door, leaving her alone to hear the pitter patter of his feet down the hall and down the stairs. She wondered what he was talking about. But regardless, Emily was in for one hell of a night.