Mickey took her hood off, slipping through the doors.
Bryan caught her under her arms before she could fall down.
"Maybe you might wan to pay attention to the sign?" He pointed at the yellow, caution when wet sign, shaking his head and trying not to laugh.
"Piso Mojado?" Mickey read the Spanish part, raising her eyebrows. Bryan shook his head, laughing and pushed her to the side a little.
"Can I talk to Tyler Nguyen please?" Mickey asked.
"Sure," The nurse typed in a few letters and shook her head. "Oh, I'm so sorry ma'am, he's long gone," The nurse answered.
"W-what?" Mickey collapsed back into Bryan's chest.
"Uh, no I didn't mean that!" Her eyes widened. "He's been transferred!"
HA! Did you think I was going to kill him? Well, I spend to much time ruining Mickey's and Bryan's lives, so why don't I mess with someone else?
"I'm done!" Max yelled, jumping up from the couch.
"What?" Avery stared up at him, confused. They were sitting on the couch watching a movie.
"I'm done with be second best!"
"Second best? Where'd this come from?"
"Oh come on! You want John way more than-"
"What? you're not second best. John's dead, and sure I'm sad, but-"
"-you'll ever want me," Max ignored her, grabbing his jacket off the back of the couch.
"Wait! Just sit down and talk to me. What the heck are you talking about and why now?" Avery stood up.
"You can't go on a date with me, you even admitted it once-"
"I can't go on a date? You're always too busy to do anything. And I think we both know you're still in love with Amelia-"
"I am not!"
"Yes, you are! You call me Amelia all the time and she's been dead for years!"
"You two look alike!"
"From behind! Now where is this all coming from? come on, there's no reason for any of this-"
"I'll always have to compete with him, you know that already though," He had calmed down enough and had the sense to put down the jacket.
"What? when have you ever had to-"
"Look at your locket. You wear it every day. it has a picture of him in it and the other side is empty-"
"Not anymore. If you ever payed attention you'd know that our picture has been in the other side for over six months now,"
"What?" Max whirled around to see her. His eyes were wide, and his anger evaporated.
"You seriously think a necklace changes everything?" She shook her head. "Better sooner than later, right?"
"Better what sooner than later?" Max shook his head. "I don't know what-"
"I can't deal with you. You always put yourself first, never bother to figure anything out, don't pay attention, can't stop talking about yourself, and put everyone else's feelings on the line to make yourself feel better. See, I have an actual reason," Avery wiped her eyes and tried to push past Max.
"No, stay. I'm sorry, I don't know what happened-"
"I do. Sorry can't fix your mind, or for that matter, what comes out of your mouth,"
"Wait," He grabbed her by the shoulders. "Please,"
"Let me go!" Avery yelled, kicking out at him. "LET GO OF ME!
"Please," He set her down.
"No, let me out,"
"No,"
She punched him in the stomach, causing herself more pain than him.
"And now i remember a reason, i wanted to leave, you're violent,"
"I'm violent?" She yelled.
What happened next never should have. Max lost control, even more control than Avery had lost.
Most couples fight, it's healthy, but they didn't physically hurt each other.
Max pushed her against the kitchen counter, twenty minutes after the brilliant decision to bring up the topic.
"Please don't go," He stared down at her, choking on his tears.
"Why, so we can fight more?" She slid under his arm.
"Avery, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it,"
"I'll remember that when I'm making sure you didn't break my bones," She pushed past him, slamming the front door.
From the hall Avery heard him yell, and something crashed against the wall, breaking.
But she couldn't turn back, no matter how bad she wanted to.
*.*.*
Max scrubbed blood off the side of his face, ignoring the sting he felt.
"What's wrong with me?" He stared at himself in the mirror.
Suddenly, his knuckles were bleeding and the mirror was cracked.
He stared down at the bleeding knuckles, his eyes misty. He washed them off, bandaging them and walked up the stairs of their new apartment. He opened the door his bedroom, flopping on top of the sheets.
Something poked him in the back, and he reached under him, pulling out the familiar locket. Max sucked in a breath and stared at it. Slowly, he opened it.
A piece of parchment floated onto his lap. He picked it up.
He picked it up, staring at it. It read:
Max,
I love you so much. I see no point in celebrating an anniversary, but today is ours. I don't want anything from you, but you deserve this from me. You're always so scared I'm going to leave you, but why would I? You need to know it's never going to happen. So even if you aren't going to wear it, even if you're going to change it into a key chain or something, here's my locket.
John's picture stays with me though!
Love, Avery
Max picked up the locket. Inside were two pictures. One was before the accident, the other was after, but he was with Avery.
The rest of the night it was impossible to sleep.
In the morning, he quit working at St. Mungos.
*.*
"Alright, get out," Delia pushed Avery off the couch.
"W-what?"
"You need to go find Max. You had a fight, but you can get over it. Come on, out,"
"But-"
"I can get you out of here by force. All I have to do is yell for Andrew and he will carry you out of this house,"
"Do you even know why this happened? Because he's insecure and selfish. He was yelling about how I wouldn't ever love him more than John and about how I can keep a date,"
"Mr. Workaholic said you can't keep a date? Well. . . You still have to go fix it,"
"Why me, why not him?"
"Because ever since he quit and you started crashing here, Andrew can't make him come over,"
"Fine!" She threw up her hands, standing up from the couch. "I'll be back later,"
"I-I can't do it," Avery turned away, turned back, and turned away again. Finally she turned back and knocked.
"Just a second!" Someone yelled from inside.
The door opened before she could turn away again.
"Avery?" He stared down at her. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to work this out. What happened to your shirt?" She asked edging into the apartment.
"I was working out, I'll go put it on-"
"No, that's fine,"
"It's the sixpack, right?"
"No, that's part of it. The other part is it keeps me from trying to break my hand again,"
"I see. So, you want to sit?"
"Sure," She sat on a chair, making it impossible for him to sit next to her. "Where do we start-?"
"I'm so sorry. Whatever's wrong with me, I'll go through therapy if I have to. I'll take you on a million dates. I never want to hit you again because that's the kind of thing that no one should stand for. That's why I'm surprised you came back,"
"I was, too. Delia forced me out. And the closer I got the more I realized she's right. We need to work it out,"
"I'm starting therapy tomorrow, I signed up the day i quit,"
"Don't go through therapy. You were right to be worried, but you should have just talked about it instead of-"
"I know," He let his head fall in his hands.
"So are we good?"
"We will be, but first, let's just sleep in separate rooms,"
"Are you serious?"
"Why not?"
"Wouldn't it help if we have more time-"
"Whatever you want, just don't ever leave me again," He stood up, so did she. She wrapped her arms around him, and he did too.
"Are you okay now?"
"My face doesn't have any scratches anymore, and I think the bruises are gone,"
"I can't have hurt you that bad, I mean come on, look at your muscles!"
He laughed and ruffled her hair.
Author's Note:
IMPORTANT!
I'll be leaving fanfiction for awhile. I'm sorry I just did that to their relationship.
But I'm leaving fanfiction because I have to focus on some other stuff. It's not you, it's me!
But from time to time I will be writing, and a new chapter will be up a lot less frequently.
Are you guys mad that I hardly include ANY magic in my story?
Sorry for the short chapter too
love and apologies,
ace axel