HEllooooooo! Nice to see you again, watermalones! How are you today? Me? IM FRICKIN TIRED AS HELL. But here i am donating my precious sleep to Fanfiction. By the way, I have no life. Thats probably why...Gosh, i feel like crying in a goddamn corner now...JUST ENJOY THE CHAP, PLEASE!

Max P.O.V.

"You bastard! You..." I pushed his chest, sending him against the far corner of the room. His eyes were widened, but not by much. He didn't seem surprised by my sudden outburst."You were suppose to be there. To support me!"

"Maybe I should go and fucking kill myself!" I screamed, the shrill tone echoing throughout the lonely household. With that statement, his hands dropped to this sides, hanging limply as he stared at me with disbelief.

"That-That's not fair." He whispered, steadying himself against the bed frame. Blurry movements overwhelmed my vision, being clouded with thick masses of tears and such. They dripped down at a agonizing pace.

"Fair? You know what's not fair?! You doing who knows what when my mom, my mom, had just overdosed on pills and fucking died! Right in front of my own two freakin' eyes!" I shouted. I was mad. No, livid. Yeah, he was my friend. My best, imaginary friend. Who I kissed not too long ago. But friends should be there. When one's in pain, suffering, thinking about their own goddamn suicide.

"I'm going." I muttered. He reached for my shoulders, but seeing as I winced from his touch, he retracted his fingers from my arm. I shuddered at the thought of living without him, but yet, at the moment, he was what I feared the most.

The door clicked, signaling that it was locked. Sighing, I breathed in the cold air around. It slapped my lungs harshly, prompting my already sore esophagus to rumble distastefully with pain.

"Sadness stings..." I laughed humorlessly. "Yet so does love."

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"I need to tell you something..." He muttered reluctantly. A strand of my hair was placed in between his index finger and thumb, my chest buried in his chest deeply. We had agreed to forgive. But the pain of my mother's passing was still jabbing my heart continuously

"What?" He bowed his head down, as if overwhelmed with shame. I narrowed my eyes questioningly, waiting for his response. My voice was meek and unused, the soreness lifting from the pit of my throat.

"I'm...I-" He stuttered increasingly fast, collecting the right words to seep from his teeth. This, however, made me even more conspicuous, biting the bottom portion of my lip and succeeding in removing a sliver of skin. I backed away from him, removing my 'snuggled' state from his obviously nervous self.

"I'm not Fang." It flew from his tongue so quickly, so smooth. Like a velvet sheet, soft to the touch. I stared, awed, at him. He bit his pointer finger, chomping down on the bare flesh that was now glimmering with his saliva. He continued his confession.

"My name is Nick. Nicklaus Batchelder." I backed away from him, almost as if he were a plague, infecting me with his lies. Covering my mouth with my right hand, I struggled not to cry out in shock. My..my imaginary friend...wasn't real? Noticing my reaction, his irises flicked to mine. I looked away with disgust. His voice crackled, but yet he trekked on.

"I was a soldier in World War 1. I died from a bomb explosion in a cramped trench when I was 22. What you see...is a ghost. I chose t-to appear to you. I manipulated you and everyone around me so I wouldn't have to return to the afterlife. The coughing blood was a side effect from my appearance." By the end of his minuscule speech, his face morphed into something of pain. An extremity of agony.

"Y-you lied...The promises...The handprints...Our tree! You fucking liar! I hate you! I hate you with all my heart!" His shoulders shook violently, bending over, crying into his palms. A sudden pang of guilt stabbed my chest, balancing with the amount of anger held hostage in my pumping heart.

"I didn't mean to fall in love with you! That was never suppose to happen!" He cried out, tears staining the skin atop his face. I paused. He covered his mouth, eyes flicking to my face. "You weren't suppose to hear that. I shouldn't have said that..."

"L-love? You love me?" I asked, searching his dark eyes for any signs of truth. He lied to me...how was I suppose to believe what poured off his tongue? It could just be more meaningless words flying from his poisonous tongue. But love? The word is so unused, it seems foreign off my lips.

"I wasn't suppose to...I came with a mission...In order to earn immortality...But I'm in love. So badly." Mission? Immortality? Through my ears, it had seemed he was just spewing out random terms.

"Mission? What mission?" He froze. He had not been expecting that question. Hesitantly, he combed his hair out of his eyes, facing me with a look of pure regret. Guilt. Like the time Mom had first slapped me after Ella's death...That same swirl of emotions.

"In order to obtain immortality..." He uttered, glancing around the room. The wall clock against the ceiling boomed, signaling an hour has passed. With my luck, it'd seem as though a whole year had gone through before I'd hear that precious chime again.

"What?! Tell me!" I pounded against his chest, seeing it rise and fall with each quick breath he took. He grabbed my fists, kneading his thumbs against the knuckles. It calmed me down. Just a bit.

"I was sent to kill you. That was my mission."

Just a note: Why I haven't updated in a while? Mom died. And once again my friend tried to commit suicide. Soooo...yeah. I really do hate Thursdays. AND NOW I CANT APPARENTLY HANG OUT WITH HER BECAUSE IM NOT ALLOWED TO TALK TO PEOPLE WHO CUT THEIR VEINS. But...yeah. I'm just that complex. Bawled my eyes out at Aberdeen by Cage the Elephant today. Watched Frankenweenie and 21 Jumpstreet. Laughed my ass off. Thats my freakin day. Just sunshine and rainbows. And watermalone crap. Yup.

Q: Grouplove? Anyone?