Max Evans stared at the blank screen of his computer, shaken from the conversation he just had with his mysterious friend
Max Evans stared at the blank screen of his computer, shaken from the conversation he just had with his mysterious friend. He didn't know where that last statement came from. It just seemed to jump from his head right down to his fingers. Why are you keeping yourself away from the guy who you love and obviously loves you back?
Could it be that easy and that obvious? What if Liz really didn't love him? Was that why she was avoiding him at all costs? He wanted to curl up in a tight ball to push away the pain that hit him full force. He didn't know how he could cope if she really didn't love him as she claimed. She meant everything to him, and he couldn't function properly without her in his life.P.
He almost didn't hear his mother calling him for he was absorbed in his torment. He pushed away from his desk and walked out of his room a bit stiffly, trying to appear as normal as he could. He didn't want to deal with his mother's questions or her pampering. If she knew what was really going on, she'd be cuckolding him, which he didn't need right now. What he needed was to get out and take a walk or a drive. He just needed to get away.
He went into the kitchen where his mom was standing over the stove preparing their dinner. She turned her head to smile at her handsome son and faltered at the pale expression on his face. She frowned at him, looking him up and down. He seemed a bit thinner and unkempt. His hair looked as if hadn't seen a brush in a few days and he was scruffy looking. Obviously he hadn't shaved either.
"Max, honey. Are you all right?"
"Yeah, Mom. Just a little tired from work and school." He mumbled not meeting her eyes. He hoped she'd believe that lame story and let him go. He was feeling a bit claustrophobic in the house as he shifted from foot to foot.
"You are pushing yourself too hard. You should get some rest… And eat something. You are too skinny."
"I will, Mom… What'd you need?"
"I forgot to get a carton of eggs and some butter. Could you run to the store and pick me up some? Oh and I have an order placed at the Café. It's for your father's party tonight. I just have too much to do right now to pick them up."
"Yeah, I'll pick it up."
Before she could say another word, he grabbed the keys to the jeep and almost ran out of the house. He got into his vehicle and sped out of the driveway, heading in the direction of town. He decided to pick up the butter and eggs first. That would give him an excuse to go into the Café, pick up the order and get out as fast as he could. He didn't want them to spoil… What a stupid lie, but it was better than the truth. He didn't want to see Liz right now… or ever.