Hello again, friends! So, some people have been asking me some questions about the whole "Mylan" thing. Mylan is not the main ship in this story. It is only going to be shown in about five chapters, so don't worry too much. The "Mylan" seen will only be to move the plot along.

My one, and only ship for Max will be Fax. A reviewer made a very good point. He or she said, "You. Are an author... This is what authors do... Make readers want to throw their books... But we keep reading... Despite the pain... And sometimes, it only gets worse... Like in delirium... But most of the time it's worth it..." ~Dntless Annabeth.

I agree with that statement 100%. As an author, I write to create a world. As many people can relate, life is filled with ups and downs, and sometimes, people make the wrong choice. We see this when Jeb decides to abuse Max, when Ethan decides to cheat on Kayla, and even when Max decides to be with Dylan. Everyone makes mistakes, (I sound like Hannah Montana right now,) so we might as well embrace that fact.

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IMPORTANT FACT-

So the verdict of the poll I had to see what my new username will be is

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Maximum Reading!

Starting next chapter, that is what my username will be. I want to thank everyone who voted.

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ANYWAYS… On with the chapter:

Broken: Chapter 19

Broken Illness

Fang

I walked by Max, Iggy, Dylan, Kayla, Lauren, and Gazzy; all of them are sitting at the table that we all usually sit at, Dylan taking up the seat I usually occupy. I continued walking, not daring to even make eye-contact with any of them. I could hear Iggy's whispers, asking Max to stop being so stubborn, and give me a break, but even I know that that will never happen.

I felt myself walking out of the door, the metal clasps banging as the door shuts. Don't act all innocent. You could've apologized too. I thought to myself, before contracting my thoughts. Well, it's not like I asked to have her be mad at me. Why should I apologize anyways? I didn't do anything wrong.

Don't be an idiot; you're the one who almost broke Dylan's nose. You're the one who screamed at the both of them. You're the one who broke Max's trust.

I tried to change the ongoing topic of Max, which was pounding my thoughts into smithereens, but with no avail. It was like there's the devil on one shoulder, trying to tempt me to be stubborn and not to apologize, and there's an angel on the other, trying to stop me from falling into temptation by telling me I needed to apologize.

It's her fault.

No, it's mine.

It's hers.

Mine.

Hers.

Mine.

Hers!

Mine!

"God, just shut up!" I screamed out. My thoughts fell silent, along with all of the other people standing in the courtyard. I opened my mouth to explain, but ended up running back inside the school building.

You're such an idiot. I thought, though I know that there is not two sides to this story. I am an idiot. Maybe Angel-me was right, maybe I should apologize. I brushed the idea away, thinking I am just being delirious at the time.

I began walking to my fourth period class, History, but not before a wave of nausea came rushing upon me. I thought about going to the nurse, but had never gone home sick. Not because I was some kind of goody-two-shoes or something, but mostly because a lot of times, I would have to stick it out or, I would not even be at school to begin with. I had a problem with ditching school for a while. Must be why I was so terrible at math.

I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't even hear what Iggy had said. "What?" I said stupidly.

Iggy laughed, he must've came up while I was figuring out the meaning of life. "Dude, are you daydreaming about Max again? I knew you had it bad for her, but I didn't know it was this bad."

I glared at him, but my glare must've not been too effective, because of my massive headache. "I don't have a crush on Max, or anyone! God, why can't you get that through you're head?"

"Oh, don't try to bullshit me, dude. You friggin' tackled Dylan, Max's boyfriend. Obviously, you're jealous." I rolled my eyes at him, ignoring him, focusing about this headache that wouldn't go away. "Okay, dude, you get that I was just kidding right? God, you're pale as a bed sheet."

I looked up from the ground, showing the redness of my eyes. "Dude, calm down, I'm just sick or something." Iggy freaked out, doing this whole bit where he thought that I was contagious. After about 2 minutes of Iggy-begging, which felt like 2 years, I finally granted him the "pleasure" of escorting me to the nurse's office. I couldn't say I wasn't nervous. I had never really been too sick, much less be sick enough to go home. And I hadn't even been to the doctor's in about 5 years.

The procedure was very simple, actually. The nurse had me lay down in this room for about fifteen minutes, which felt like was at least an hour long. After noticing that I didn't just have a headache or a migraine, she took my temperature. 102 degrees, it had said. I must've been pretty high, but I didn't really realize. I had always thought the average body temperature was 100 degrees, because 100 was just an even number. Apparently, the average body temperature was actually 98.6 degrees, so I was off by a bit. She practically screamed at me to go home, because I was likely contagious. She asked if I had a way to get home, and I lied, saying that I had a car, when in all reality, the only thing I could do is walk.

The walk wasn't too long. Normally, it would only be fifteen minutes, going the short way, but I decided to go the long way, because there was a Walgreens that way around. Luckily, I brought about fifty dollars in cash with me to school today, because Juliet and I were planning on going for ice cream after school.

What would I do about Juliet? I thought to myself, You were her ride home. You idiot. In a hope that Iggy would come through, I texted him.

Hey, forgot that I had to pick up Juliet today. Could you pick her up after school, pleaseeee? Bring her by the Ben and Jerry's next to the movie theatre. Thanks.

if I had said that I wasn't nervous about going home, I would be lying. I couldn't imagine the wrath I would face with Anne. Maybe she would scream at me. Maybe worse. My hand was almost shaking when I handed the cashier the fifteen dollars. The girl smiled at me, winked, and then said in a monotone, "Thank you for shopping at Walgreens." I was at my house in ten minutes short minutes. Regretfully, I twisted the steel doorknob.

I walked inside the quiet house. On the counter, there was multiple worn, Ziplock bags. The stench of marijuana filled the air. On the mucus green couch we had, laid Anne, wasted and stoned. She appeared to be sleeping, but in hopes to leave unnoticed, I went to the kitchen quietly. I grabbed only a few things: a glass of water, an extra pillow, and some blankets. I walked into my room, and easily fell asleep, after taking some medication.

"Fang." Said a soft voice. A gentle hand brushed my messy, black hair back. It must've been Juliet, she was the only person who actually knew where the house was. But, Juliet was supposed to be at school. I drowsily opened my eyes, to find a girl with brown hair, and sun-streaked blonde highlights. The girl had chocolate brown eyes, and a caring look on her face. "Hi Fang." She had said in a soothing voice, continuing to lace her fingers through my tangly hair. "Iggy told me that you were sick, so I came rushing over. I took the liberty of picking up Juliet for you."

Finally, my eyes focused, much like a camera lens. "Max, what the hell are you doing here?" I panicked. What if Anne had woken up, and Max had met her?

"Well, I remembered you saying how you had a crappy family, and, by the way you're mom is crashed on the couch, I don't find that very hard to believe. I guess you just need a friend to help you through this." She said.

"I thought you were pissed at me." I said, trying to be sarcastic, but ending up sounding genuine.

She scoffed, "Just because I'm pissed at you doesn't mean I hate you." She kissed the side of my cheek, friend-like, almost like how a mother would. She laid down next to me, her head softly sinking into my shoulder.

So, are you guys happy with me now? And no, I didn't do this so that you would be happy. I did this so you would see the extend of Max's and Fang's friendship, (at the time being). Don't worry. Fax will be coming soon. Not too soon, but slowly, and then all at once. (My TFIOS fans will understand that).

Night you guys. (Or morning, or whatever time you're reading this.)

~Maximum Reading