A/N: So, this will be wrapped up in the next few chapters. It's been fun to write, but I don't know what's good and what sucks about it. No reviews, see. Was that too obvious?
After getting cut by Tony last night, Maxxie takes the lead, and in the proccess, hurts himself even more.
6:45 am, Tuesday.
Maxxie woke up, blinking as the rising sun shone through Tony's window. Opening his mobile, he saw a few missed calls from the gang, one from Michelle, three from Chris, and one from Anwar. He ignored the calls, knowing he'd see them in a couple of hours anyway.
He dressed, packed up his stuff, and wrote a note to Tony: Gone to the studio before college. I'll see you there, but this is over. Maxxie. Leaving it on the bedside was possibly the hardest thing Maxxie ever had to do. Exhaling heavily, he walked out of the room, downstairs, and out into the chilly morning. He decided to call Chris after all, dialling his number as he walked.
'Hey, Max. And just where the fuck have YOU been?' Chris laughed. 'Getting high and making the biggest mistake of my life.' Maxxie's voice broke. Chris had no words for this except 'What, shag some guy with herpes, did you?' 'No, Chris-Fuck, is that all you think about? Sex and drugs?' 'So you DID shag some bloke, then? Who, the one who lives on your estate? The guy from the club? Who?' 'No one. They're not saying who, I'm not saying who. Y'know what, Chris, fuck that. Tony. That's who I fucked this weekend.' 'The FUCK? He's a-' 'Don't say fag.' Maxxie said, already upset by then. 'I was gonna say, he's a fucking prick, Max. Be careful with him.' Chris said. He may have been overly protective of his closest friend, but there's a serious, sensitive side to Chris, that means the people he loves only get hurt over his dead body, so long as he can help it.
'Thanks, Chris; but it's too late.' 'What happened?' Chris asked, not knowing it was that exact sentence that started all of this when they took that trip to Russia. Of course, he was too busy fucking Ange.'He called us boyfriends, more than once, then Sid comes by, standing in the hallway downstairs, and Tony calls him to tell him to get fucked, and no he hasn't seen Cassie, and Sid must have asked if someone was there, because Tony says there's not.' Maxxie said, quite upset. 'Max, Tony's a wanker. You knew it was bound to happen.' Chris reasoned. 'Yeah, well, I also knew I was high, but I believed every word he said, didn't I?' Maxxie replied, laughing mirthlessly at the thought of his own stupidity and lighting a smoke balanced between his lips.
'Well, I woke up first, wrote him a note, and took off without saying good bye. Told him I was at the studio, but I couldn't be fucked walking that far. I'm headed home for a change of clothes and a shower. Anyway, what happened with Cass?' 'She took off back to Scottland without telling Sid. Fucking crushed him, she did.' 'Ouch. I thought I had a bad weekend.' 'Maxxie, man. You got it for 48 hours straight. Even if he is a prick.' Chris stated. 'Yeah, but it wouldn't have happened if I hadn't got fuckin' high. Anyway, about to get home. I'll see you at college. We'll blow off History and I'll explain it more then.'
Maxxie crushed out his smoke as he knocked on the door to his place. 'Hi Dad.' 'Where the hell were you all weekend?' 'Uh, camping. While you and mum were celebrating your anniversary. I wasn't going to repeat the one I was twelve.' At this, Taz comes bunding up the hallway and jumping up on Maxxie. 'Hey, Taz. No need to go crazy.' 'Right, well, I'll see you after college, Son.' 'Right. See you later then, Dad.'
A/N: Its nearing the end of the story, but is it the end for Maxxie and Tony? Only time, and the last few chapters, will tell. Thanks for reading so far. I hope you've enjoyed reading this story as much as I've enjoyed writing it. it started as a figment of my imagination one lazy autumn day, about 3 or 4 months ago, and in the last few days, severe insomnia has incouraged me to write a shitload more than the first chapter or two that I already had.