CHAPTER: Scenario



" Who did you fall for that you couldn't have. As far a I can see there's always a beeline of girls falling at your feet."

The opportunity presented it self and he decided to go for it. He closed his eyes to help him calm his nerves as he said it. " You." Silence flooded the other side of the line.

She must have heard wrong, she could have sworn she heard him say that he fell for her. " What did you say?"

He wanted so badly to take it back. He could save himself. But he knew that of he did it would haunt him for the fest of his life. " I said I fell for you?"

The air drained out of her lungs. She didn't know what to say. Why would he do that? " Alec, I don't know what you mean…"

He whished he could see her face so he could tell what she was thinking. He was going to explain himself with a huge chance of rejection. He had to close his eyes as he said this. " I always had daydream. I would be sitting at home not really doing anything and then I'd hear a knock on the door. I'd go to it. When I answer it you would be standing there. Then you would walk to the couch and we'll sit down for a while. Then you'd move from next to me and sit on the coffee table, directly facing me. Then you'd take my hand in yours." He took a deep breath because he knew that was the hard part to tell. " Then you'd look up at me, and say ' Alec let's give this love thing a try.' And of course I would be really shocked but eventually that would wear off and next I'd say 'yeah, let's do that.' And it would be the most amazing feeling of completion I ever felt, then I'll whisper in a gasp of air, 'I love you Max."

Max felt her heart skip a beat. She didn't know that Alec thought so much. She didn't know that he was in love with her. She suddenly realized that she didn't know much about what he felt at all. She never asked him how he felt about anything until then. " When did you start to think like that?"

Ah. . . yes speech. What he was waiting for. He was still nervous but to a lesser extend. " When Zack came I realized I was jealous and I had to ask myself why."

She didn't think he was jealous at any point. Then again she always had problems seeing things with him. " So that's why you agreed to help me?"

Why couldn't she give him something more? Something that indicated what she was thinking. " I helped you because you looked hurt and I didn't want to see you like that."

She remembered all the time they spent together, even when Logan wasn't looking. She recalled the various times they kissed to make Logan jealous. " So, you weren't faking huh?"

" No, not really."

Knowing that he would want an answer eventually she decided to say something. " I don't know what to say?"

He didn't want her to feel obligated to return his daring proposal. That was the last thing he wanted. " There's an alternative, do you want to hear it?"

She said a small, " yeah."

" What happens is I tell you how I feel and you don't feel the same way. But the thing is we just act like it never happened and we go back to what we were before the whole thing. And I'll be okay with that."

" It's so different form the first one?" She didn't want to go back to what they were before. They weren't much. Now they had something. But she couldn't ignore the fact that she had something with Logan too. She waited a whole two years to be with Logan, how could she just leave that behind. She loved Alec but she wasn't sure to what extend; if as a friend or something more. Alec was great in his ways, like how he always considered her feelings and how he never made her feel like being any one but herself. She loved spending time with him; they had so much fun together. From their long conversations on the phone to just hanging around watching TV.

" Which scenario do you prefer Max?"

She had reached a point where she didn't know who to choose. Logan, the one she had been waiting for or Alec the one who was waiting for her. " Alec I'm sorry—but I can't."

He knew it was coming. She took to long too answer. He decided long before that he wasn't going to overreact about this. " It's okay."

" You understand, don't you?"

" Yeah, I understand." He was trying his best to sound normal. But he could feel a lump in his throat. He hated when that happened. He wanted to get off the phone quickly before she noticed. " I'll talk to you in the morning."

Max knew that the calm voice he was putting on was not the case at his apartment. She knew it would only hurt more if she just stayed on the line. " Okay, in the morning."

" Bye Max." he hung up the phone and looked at it for a while after. He had an urge to throw it at the wall. He got up from his bed and went to the kitchen.

He needed something to set his mind off it, anything. He found a bottle of scotch and got himself a glass. He didn't even know why he bothered with it. He knew he couldn't get drunk but every time he would just start to drink. Why? What was he doing to himself?

He walked to sink and spat it out. He wanted a different way out. He'd forget about her the long painful way. He took the bottle of scotch and threw it in the bin. He went back to his bedroom and went to his bed. He would cry this one out instead of drinking it out.