Max's POV
I sat across from Jesse at the restaurant. I showered and bandaged all my scrapes and cuts and finally found my only good shirt..meaning no blood stains. Man if they only had street fighter detergent gets all those tricky blood stains out!
My black tank top was worn snugly, covered by my blue sweater. I nervously chewed my necklace with a lot going on in my head. Jesse went on talking casually. Normally I hung on his every word but all I heard was buzzing.
"Yeah, and I'm really excited about the upcoming dance and...Max?" He stopped abruptly.
"Mmm?" I asked dreamily.
"Oh, the dance yeah, it's a formal yeah? I'll get a dress." I sighed.
"Whats wrong?" He asked.
"Nothing. So you were saying?" I whispered.
"Something's wrong. Your so queit and you seem upset." He said.
"Someone I knew...died recently. I don't want to talk about it." I whispered.
Jesse held my hand from across the table. He inhaled and exhaled slowly. He looked at me thoughtfully.
"You know shit happens. Oh..I'm sorry that didn't come out right, well whoever it was in your life they'll be in your life through your life still, and they'll be even closer to you in the next. Well I'm sorry Max and maybe we should go home." He whispered to me.
Wow, I mean, Omega had a totally crappy life, but well he could have fixed it. I wish this made any sense at all.
"Thanks." I whispered.
Jesse walked me to the alley.
I looked at my shoes and then at him. I took the collar of his jacket and kissed him. I felt his warm lips as he held my waist and moved even closer to me. My eyes were filled with tears. He wiped them away and kissed my forehead.
"Goodnight." I whispered.
As I went into the safe house one last tear rolled down my cheek.
Fang's POV
Max and her stupid boyfriend went out. I was laying on the couch half asleep when she came in.
I stood up to say something to her, about what had happened and how I felt and...
She shoved past me to her room.