Max

It happened again. Last night he came into my room, full awake and alive. Not drunk, not high, not pretending. I bit my lip as I walked to my locker, that familiar beautiful shadow leaning against it like it was nobody's business.

"Maxie, please, be with me." Fang whispered, taking my hand. I yanked away from him and pushed him out of the way to open my locker. "Max please! I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't do anything! You're my everything!" Fang begged, dropping to his knees. I sighed and wrote out Stop making scene on a piece of paper, then handed it to him.

Fang read it and shakily stood up, a lot of the school was watching now. Great, just what I needed. Attention.

Fang brushed some hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear. "Please, I love you." He whispered, his hands on my shoulders for a moment before they ran down to my hands and intertwined our fingers together.I shake my head and yanked away from him, doing something I've never done before. Running away. I took off and didn't stop, not even after I was out of the school. I ran off into the woods until I tripped over some plants and collapsed.

I lay on my stomach, my arms supporting my chin as I look forward. What had I been thinking when I talked to the crazy boy? What had I been thinking when I let him take me to his house so long ago? He loved me. It was something no one's felt for me in years. It was something that was driving me over the edge. I didn't want love if I had to lose it- to lose him. But at the same time, if he stayed with me, it would only be horrible for him.

Fang

Iggy was home and since Max forgot to show me where the place was to stay, I was now currently laying in the guest bed, a week after Max's and my break up. It was clear we weren't getting back together. I mean, she pretty much stole my heart, then dropped it in front of me and stomped on it until she thought I was dead, then walked off laughing like an evil unicorn zombie.

Max is right, I'm too crazy. Oh well, who cares? Not the banana I'm eating. It's just be eaten. Wouldn't it be so cool if Donuts had actual donuts seeds! Like the cheerio's mistaken identity? That would be so awesome cause then you'd just plant them and be like 'Doughnut bush!' or would it be a tree? Or maybe...a flower of some sort. And there could be strawberry, vanilla, glazed, chocolate OOO! And seasonal. Don't forget seasonal. Or is it called holiday-al? The world may never know... that reminds me of that one time I took a sucker and looked it exactly one thousand and thirty two times before Iggy snatched it out of my hand and chomped it down.

But anyways, I really missed Max. I felt like freaking Romeo around her, and she's Juliet. Or maybe we can be Bonnie and Clyde, or Dylan and Maya (this perfect couple at our school, but they're very hush, hush since Maya's big bro and Dylan have a bad relationship) But this story ain't about them so, who cares?

Anyways, I was in heart break mode. And little did I know, my mind had shut down and I was walking. Downstairs, out the door, and to the park. I entered the woods and found myself slipping my belt off. "What am I doing?" I muttered, climbing a tree and hooking it to the branch. "Oh yeah, killing myself. Sounds fun." I muttered sarcastically. I had to lay on my back to get the other part of the belt around my neck. "I should've told Max the truth. Now she'll never know." I whispered and wobbled. And then reality hit me. "What the hell am I doing? If I leave Max now she'll keep getting beat-" My words were cut off as I fell off the branch, clawing at the belt around my neck. Nice, it was getting tighter. Sometimes I really wish I would think these things through. A bullet would've been much less painful. Did I mention I screamed? Yeah, well, I did. Hopefully somebody would hear me...

Max

I walked into the park, inhaling the scent of tree sap and grass. But something seemed... off according to my instincts. I peered through the trees, wondering why something pulled me towards them. Silently agreeing with the strange feeling that I got, I walked into the woods, swerving around trees and found myself staring at him.

He hung there limply. Pale and unmoving other than the slight breeze that brushed through his shirt. I squeezed my eyes shut and pinched myself till I felt blood dripping down my arm.

"No, Fang please no. You didn't do this." I begged, running over to the tree and ripping the belt off. He fell to the ground in a way nobody alive would ever even attempt. I bit my lip and rolled fang on his back, checking his pulse. Nothing.

"Not again. This is all my fault. Why you? Of all people, why you? I love you so much Fang. I just wanted you to be safe. I killed you." I whispered, laying my head on his chest and crying.

"I killed you."