Okay. Guess what? I'm so close to finishing this story on my computer! WOOOOT! :D
You guys hate me... probably... because of Max and Sam... and because the last chapters have been filler-ish... and this one is a touch filler-ish...and yeah... JUST BE HAPPY THAT I'M UPDATING... I've had 7 assessments due this week... and I've got 4 tests next week... don't hate... just love (h)

WE ARE BROKEN - PARAMORE

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I dragged my bag up the veranda, shaking out my wet hair. God knows I hate that Iggy.

Was I dirty? Yes. Was I tough? Yes. Did I kick major ass? Yes. But did I totally submit to the smell of proper steak? You betcha.

I knocked on the door, waiting silently as the rain pelted down.

"I got it!" Angel called. Angel? Why was she here?

I bit my lower lip and waited for Angel to open the door. When she did, a huge wave of relief and recognition washed over her features. "Max?"

"Hey, Ange." I said hoarsely. I knew I looked bad, but I felt better. I had learned some important things on my mini road trip. I looked down next to Ange and saw Chevy shaking out his coat. "Hey, boy!"

A sudden smile spread across Angel's face and then she was in my arms, squeezing the shit out of me. I wrapped an arm around Angel and used my other to move the hair away from Chevy's eyes. Noticing Iggy peek around the corner, I smiled gently at him.

"You back?" He asked quietly. Was I back in the game? Was I mentally prepared? So many meanings behind two simple words.

"I'm back." I replied. He smiled and an ecstatic 'wooooot' ran out through the house.

*~Line called... Ken. (: ~*

"Max?"

"Hey, Fang."

"Max..." His voice came out as a whispered rush, like he was sighing. "What the hell happened?"

"I don't know Fang, I just don't know." I replied, closing my eyes. "Can we meet somewhere?"

"Anywhere."

"Down at the boardwalk? I'll be waiting." I snapped my phone shut, swinging my legs. I was sitting on the edge of the boardwalk, my arms hanging over the bottom railing.

It must have been five minutes before a shadow loomed over me. I turned around and stood up, my eyes meeting Fang's impossibly dark ones. He searched my eyes, for anything really, and then pulled me towards him so he could hug me.

Fang didn't say anything, he just held me.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered.

"Not your fault. You've nothing to be sorry for," he replied. "We're all broken in some kind of way."