Later that night-
Max couldn't force himself sleep, not unlikely for a 15 year old boy with hormones; he tossed and turned for a few minutes then looked up at the plain white ceiling, it was dark and timid in the room which was not helping get to sleep.
He began to think "Is it really worth all this time? Why is this happening now and what about her makes her the most important thing the world?"
Max soon grew tired of this 'Love you, hate you' thing that he knew would happen if he was to mistaken these feelings, the one mistake his parents made is what made them get divorced. Max didn't want to end up like his dad….ick!
To be a 38 year old man that had a kid with a young lady then broke up with her. And after to find out he is left with a kid who wants to see his mother, then oddly enough she was raising a little girl only 1 year older and just like her, with a horrible attitude…
Max cringed at the though of being in his dads shoes…but yet…what is life with out taking a chance? He asked him self these questions over and over again. With out acceptance he got up walked into the kitchen. Where the bright light filled his eyes, blinding him, he covered his eyes with his arm.
"Max?" He heard a voice say, Max was still waiting for his eyes to adjust, though he knew it was his dad.
"Max? What are you still doing up?" His father asked staring at him
with the concerned father look written all over his face.
"I couldn't get to sleep…" Max said trying to cover up that some thing was bugging him.
"Is something wrong, kiddo?" Max's dad asked not giving up, even though he knew how teenagers are.
Max knew that his dad had figured out a lot about love and romance, all that kind of stuff Max had been ignoring for quiet some time.
"It's a long story…" Max said looking down refusing to have eye contact.
"Well I have time." His father said getting out the ice cream for comfort food. Max sat down on the chair across from where his dad was sitting.
"Now talk." Max's dad said putting down the spoons on the table.
Max took a spoon and scooped out a big glob of ice cream, shoving it in his mouth he started "Well, Emily came back and—" Before he could even finish the starting sentence his dad chimed in
"Miss York? Do you mean Judy's student? Jeez, do they go to every tournament or what!" he joked, taking a good laugh.
"Yes…dad," Max confirmed, now wishing he had just gone back to bed, "So she came back today for the registration of the tournament, she got sick and the tournament was canceled."
"Well I don't see why you are so worked up then?" Max's dad said knowing pieces were being left out.
"…I…err…I went to visit her…" Max added, not wanting to say anything further.
His dad smiled and looked up "What happened?"
Max took another big scoop and stuffed his face "Well…she asked why I was there…then she said to stop pretending that I don't hate her…I said I didn't and then the nurse came in and told me visiting hours are over."
"Don't worry about it son. You know Emily." His dad smiled and shook his head, "Get some rest son."
Max nodded and hugged his dad "Thanks dad, night."
(Chapter 7)
