What He Didn't Say
By Kyizi
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, the story is.
Rating: PG
E-mail: kyizifanfic@hotmail.com
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Notes: Max reflects on the events of the day.
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He lied to me. I don't know what made me think he might talk to me about it, but he's always so gung-ho on trying to make me talk, so when he doesn't talk to me, that's lying, right? I'm not sure what it was that was making him act so weird around me, but it was not nothing. The way he was looking at me, I couldn't tell what he was thinking. There's something he's not telling me, something that was making him act like he didn't know who I was anymore.
He seems to be okay now, as if he's gotten over whatever it was that was bugging him, but I can't forget that look. We talked, sure not about the situation, but around it, and maybe that was enough. Sometimes we don't talk enough, I know that and I know we avoid the important stuff, but I'm cool with that…most of the time. I don't know why it bothers me so much this time, but it does. I feel like there was something keeping us apart and he's decided he's okay with whatever it was, but I'm not so sure I am. I don't know what it is that he's decided he's okay with and what if I'm not okay with it. He has the world at his fingertips, I don't know what he could have discovered about me and I'm not so sure I like it.
I know I'm thinking too much about it and maybe that's where I'm going wrong, I never was good with the thinking, that's his thing. Guess that's we work so well together; he's my meal ticket, I'm his legs. But maybe I'm not so sure I want it to stay that way. When Phill told me to keep an eye on him, I realised that I already did. I always have my eyes on him, and I guess I always will. It's the way we work. He's got my back, I got his.
Sometimes I'm not sure where things go from here, what I'm supposed to do. He was short with me. I mean sure, we fight, I get the occasion bout of PMS, but I guess I just don't get what it is I'm supposed to do about this, regardless of the fact that he's over it or whatever. I guess part of me doesn't want to know whatever was bugging him, but he'd want to know if it was me, right? I don't know what his deal is.
Anyway, I guess I'm just freaking over nothing…but then it didn't feel like nothing. Not when he looked at me as if he didn't like what he was seeing. He's pretty much known about me from the start, and I can't understand why he'd suddenly decide that was a bad thing. It's never bothered him before, so why now? What made him change his mind? And what made him change it back?
I don't know, maybe I should just leave it. Maybe I should just forget all about it. He never told me what was bugging him, so maybe it was no big deal. He didn't actually say anything, after all...but then again, it was more what he didn't say.
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The End
