I woke up to the smell of pancakes and Bacon. Maxwell was no longer beside me, instead, it was just me, all alone, on this gigantic couch, with nothing to hold but a pillow and a blanket that I am sure Maxwell put on my to keep me warm. I got up and rushed to the bathroom. I was sure I was a mess.
"Sandy?" Maxwell called from the kitchen. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'll be out in a minutes! I'm just brushing my teeth!" I screamed to him. Well, I did brush my teeth; I just did a couple extra things as well. Like putting my hair in its signature ponytail and red ribbon and then washing my face. I finished by straightening my clothes and then walking out of there as if my heart wasn't racing and my stomach wasn't doing summersaults.
"Good morning. Did you sleep ok?" He asked me, facing the other way.
"Yeah, I slept better than I have in a while. You know, you are very comfortable." I told him smiling.
"Well, I'm glad I can be of some service. Now," He placed a plate full of pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs, and strawberries in front of me. "Eat up."
"Maxy…"
"I know, I know, It's a lot but you need to eat a good breakfast every once in a while. And don't worry about the food, All of it is organic and the milk it soy milk."
"Well, actually, I was going to say that it looked great and that I never knew you could cook but that stuff is good to know too." I took a bite out of the giant stack of pancakes. "It's really good, Maxy!" I told him. "Wait a second, where did you get all of this organic stuff?"
"A health store about a mile up the road, but don't worry! I made sure all the doors were locked and left a note just so you would know where I was if you woke you. I just threw it away when I came back."
I just laughed. "Maxy, you act like I can't take care of myself. I mean, you've always looked out for me, but never this much. What brought all of this on anyways?"
"I always kept an eye on you when we were younger because I know your parents were busy fighting, Stan was off somewhere else trying to get away from home, and you had no one to look after you. But do you remember when we were in fourth grade, your parents got into the huge fight that got pretty nasty?"
"Yeah, that was the first one that big they had ever gotten into."
FLASHBACK
"Damn it, Nancy! I told you not to enroll her in gymnastics again! I want her to be in soccer!"
"She said she wanted to be in gymnastics! Then she is doing dancing with the girls down the street. I want her to get some new friends."
I just sat there crying as my mom and dad fought about me. I felt as if it was my fault. I put my head down on my knees. Stan was outside with his other friends. He never wanted to stay around anymore. He said he didn't like our family and that our parents fought too much to stay here. A few minutes later, I heard some one tapping at the living room window. I looked up and saw Maxwell, looking at me with a sad but concerned look on his face.
"Open the window, Sandy." He told me. I did and we pushed the window up. "Come with me. You'll be ok." I looked back at them then back at him. He reached out his hand and I took it. I stayed with him at his house until the street lights came on. We played video games, which I kicked his butt in, and he read me stories, and many more things. When I came home, my parents didn't even know I had been gone.'
END FLASH BACK
"But ever since then, it's been more than that. I've seen you vulnerable and scared, like when you were about your dad, and it scares me, Sandy. Especially with someone as twisted as he is hanging around all of the time. I don't know what I would do if anything ever happened to you."
"Maxy, I'm fine. I'm still here. And I promise, I won't go back to my dad's house. And you can even barge into my room and do upserd check ups on me, ok?" I laughed. He laughed too.
"Alright. What ever it takes, but I have to ask you something that has just been eating up in me?"
"Sure thing, Maxy."
"Why did you say no to all of the other guys who asked you to formal?"
The question took me by surprise. "I don't know, I guess I was hoping a certain some one would ask me instead."
"And who is that certain someone?" He asked
I looked into his eyes. This was it. The one and only shot I got at this I have to tell him. I looked down and then back up at him. "You." I quickly looked at the floor again when he didn't respond. "Oh, Maxy, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to like, freak you out of anything! I mean, you probably think of me as a little sister! And here I am in lo-" He kissed me. My first kiss from the one guy that I have ever loved. Just as much brains as bronze. The perfect guy. We pulled apart and I opened my eyes.
"I love you too, Sandy." We just grinned like idiots and then went back to kissing.
"God I love you so much." He told me again.
"I love you too." Then we kissed again and again and again. Over and over again. We broke apart only for air and as soon as we were about to start again, someone started banging on the door.
'Who could that be?' I thought. Stan and mom both have a key. I got up and went to the dinning room (which is the room right nest to the front door) window. I peaked out and saw my dad pointing a gun at the glass window next to me (a window that is right next to the front door)
"Maxwell, cal 9-!" I got cut off by loud gun shots ringing though the neighborhood. Glass shattered across the floor. I heard dad trying to open the front door and Maxwell whispering something on the phone. At least they were on their way. I just hope they're not too late.