Title: It All Began with an Innocent Little Game…CH.9
Summary: Zack is worried, Christie finally breaks down about time, in my opinion, and Freddy has a quick sharing of words with the o-so-abused Max
Warnings: no like-y the slash, no read-y this fic, I do believe that this chappie isn't so vilewith words as I really could have done, and uh…gayness? Wait already said dat….
DEDICATION: My first ever dedication to all my awesome readers, cause now, I actually HAVE readers. You guys rockeven though I force some of you to read……now ON WITH CHAPTER 9
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Freddy watched Christie as she tended to Max's wounds. Even he could tell she was on the brink of tears. Who could blame her, those couldn't be considered anything less than brutal. Suddenly, Zack's grip on his arm tightened and he turned.
The brunette's deep brown eyes were wide with something like terror, and he was breathing in quick, short breaths, staring straight at the wounded bassist.
"Zack," Freddy said softly. "You're going to pass out if you keep breathing like that. Please, calm down." Freddy moved slightly so that he could wrap his arms around Zack's slim waist, trying to calm him.
"Freddy, he knows" Zack whispered hoarsely, returning the embrace. "He knows."
"Come on Zack, calm down. I promise nothing bad will happen, I'll keep us safe." Freddy knew that Max knowing about them couldn't be a wonderful thing, but Zack was overreacting a bit.
"Hey, lover boys, can one of you get me the green glass jar from my room? The one on the shelf?" Christie asked.
"Uh..Yeah." Zack said, running off down the opposite hall.
Freddy couldn't help but smile. Zack was even helping his arch-enemy, even if it was indirectly. A heart of silver, perhaps?
He returned a minute later, a glass jar clutched in his hand. He gave it to Christie who smeared the contents, a thick green paste that smelled strongly of grass , over Max's back and then made Freddy hold him up while she wrapped a thick white bandage around his upper torso.
She quietly moved around the room and took a blanket from the hall closet, removing a blanket, draping it over Max and telling him to sleep. He almost objected, but Christie had already exited to the kitchen.
Freddy heard the muffled sound of metal being hit together and her rummaging through various cupboards. Freddy and Zack glanced at each other briefly and the Zack took his hand, leading him into the kitchen.
"What are you doing Christie?" Freddy asked, watching her as she dashed between the counter, the stove and the fridge, carrying things and boiling water.
"Fixing dinner."
"Christie," said Zack, "It's not even noon."
"So I'll put it in the fridge and heat it up later!" She snapped back at him, picking up a knife and chopping basil.
Then she dropped her knife and sort of collapsed, holding herself up with the counter, starting to sob into her hands.
"God this is all my fault" she sobbed.
"Chris...I hate Max and even I know that this isn't your fault his dad's a Jackass," Zack stated, showing his almost twisted logic. Still true, when it came down to it. Zack moved to help Christie stand , turning to nod at Freddy. Freddy nodded back and left the room, sensing that it was a brother-sister kind of moment.
He wandered through the living room, with the intent of going to his boyfriend's room, but
"Hey, Freddy." said Max. His father had nearly killed him, he should at least have the right to talk to his girlfriend's-brother's boyfriend.
"Yeah?" Max carefully propped himself up on his elbows before continuing. "I know you must hate me and all…but…gay huh?"
"I…um…I-"
"For Zack?" Freddy's mouth opened and closed a few times. Of course for Zack. Only Zack.
"I-um…yeah, you could say that…" Max shrugged.
"Just please, refrain from making out in front of me. I see enough of it at shows alone…Jesus…" he muttered.
I-um- know what you mean. Pretty annoying. I never mention it though; Billy always has his boyfriend at shows so it doesn't really make me look to good if I tell him off about it. Seeing as I'm with Zack, anyway."
"I know Zack hates me, but you had better not hurt him. That's my job."
Freddy suddenly knew why Christie had kept going with Max, even though Zack hated him. He was a lot like her. He nodded. There was no way he would hurt Zack on purpose.
So there was his second warning about him and Zack.
Maybe Max wasn't as bad as he wanted people to believe.
