-1Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade. I own Wednesday & Michelle.

A/n: This is Max. Thanks reviewers. Yeah, this will only be nine chapters long.

Fading into the Summer.

Chapter Two: Max.

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6/16

8.59pm

Weight: 100

Yeah, finally I am recording something other than 98lbs everyday. It seemed to almost take a month to put on two pounds, which was scaring my therapist and my doctor who thought I was going backwards, not forwards. Tomorrow, they will be happy. They should. It is as I was working out heaps, so I will gain muscle while eating for nothing. Four days until I am sixteen. Now, I feel old. I wonder if dad realizes it is going to be my birthday.

Properly not.

6/17

11:10pm

Weight: Do not Care.

Wednesday's mom is coming home in two weeks. Wednesday cannot be any happier. She is also very shitty at her grandparents right now. It is summer holidays; you would think you would be able to go out of a day? Not for Wednesday. She was the one who was going to get me to my therapy session today. Therefore, I rang up Michelle, who ended up driving me. She hardly spoke and she looked like shit. She was really, really tired. She dropped me home, and dad was not home, as I suspected. Three days till my birthday. I am trying to figure out if I shall have a party or not.

6/18

4 - something

Weight: 104lbs

I did not check my weight yesterday. I just checked it this morning. It is good to actually feel like I am making an achievement at something. I have decided that I am going out to dinner with my really close friends on my birthday. It is very hot today. It is a shame that I do not have a pool. I could do with one. This air con is not working anymore, and plus, I am bored as hell. Today is one of those days. Where time just seems to go really, really slow and seems to drag on forever. I am bored.

Wednesday is at work. She works at some pharmacy down the road. She thinks it is pretty cool. It suits me, if she is happy.

6/19

5:09am

Dad just got in.

I went to be less than three hours ago. I sat up, waiting and waiting for him. It got to almost two am, and I gave in. I woke up to the sound of the car in garage and the slamming of the door connecting the kitchen and the garage. Could he make any more noise and 5am, or did he feel like waking up the neighbor hood?

Does he remember tomorrow is my birthday? Will he even say/acknowledge me? I am not expecting much, more like nothing at all. Going out for dinner with my friends. If he wants to pull something hasty, he can be fucked. I do not know why I bother waiting around for him. Tomorrow I turn 16, and I am going to have fun.

Mum called last night. Told me she will hand me my present when I go to New York to visit her on July 3. Now, I cannot wait.

6/20

11am

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ME!

Yes, yes, I am sixteen.

Finally, though Michelle is still only 15 and does not turn 16 until very late August.

I just woke up, and already he is gone to work. Who cares? Me? No. Mum just rang, to wish me a very happy birthday and that she is proud of my recovery. Yes, so am I. I am not planning to step on the scales today. I will tomorrow, after tonight's dinner. Wednesday should be over soon. Her mum comes back the day before I leave, which I guess is pretty good timing. I will not be around so Wednesday can spend sometime with her Mom. Her grandparents are driving her crazy with their strict rules and their constant nagging.

Once, I walked to school, so I went by Wednesday's first, thinking she can join me. Her grandpa got up me for looking 'frumpy and weird'. Ah, thanks. Then I was not allowed in the house. Argh, god damn it.

6/21

Daylight prevails!

Finally, I awake. After a long night of good fun, partying, food and finally coming back to my house for a round of many drinks. I turned up at the restaurant with Wednesday, who looked gorgeous as always. Michelle drove Hilary and Mariah over, and then everyone else, plus Tyson who I had invited. I was actually looking forward for food. We went in, sat down at our table. That is when my feeling of good, was replaced by panic. What if I couldn't do this? I have eaten for almost a whole month okay, but this was some kind of test, as if I could do it. Wednesday must have noticed my panic episode, and squeezed my hand, as if she was reassuring me. Okay, so a bread roll, a chicken ceaser salad and ice cream doesn't seem enough for a dinner, I was full. At least I didn't eat like Tala or Tyson who seemed to have an eating competition. We went back to my house after I almost fainted at the sight of the bill. We partied. We drank. Then they all started to leave, expect for Wednesday.

She's still asleep. In her clothes, since she passed out in the bathtub. I'm going to leave her to be. I might wipe the drool off my pillow.

6/22

11:23am

Dad just left the house this morning. He came home last night at 4 o'clock. I thought we were actually going to have dinner for the first time in almost a month. Well, wasn't that a shitty idea? Yes, Max, it was. That is what my brain is saying, now. Dad threw a hissy fit because he's work shirts were all dirty, then blamed it on me for not doing anything, expect for lazing around. Then, I kindly reminded him, that yesterday was my birthday. The look on his face, and that he went bright red in the face made me happy. He apologized for yelling at me, and that he forgot. Ha, I'm so accepting that apology. Not, he didn't even say happy birthday, no presents or anything. That's so fucking great. At least there's only two weeks until I go and visit mom in New York. I'm hoping I can stay for three weeks, not two.

So I can get away from this fucking stupid house. It's driving me bonkers.

6/23

7pm

Fucking stupid psychiatrist.

Fucking stupid ass doctors. They think they know everything.

Turns out, I forgot my appointment today and Dad rang up at 11, saying he was taking me to my appointments because he just remembered. After a lovely car ride where Dad went off about me, not caring about so much shit, I finally tuned out after five minutes. I went to the doctors first. They weighed me. Took blood tests. They measured how tall I am. That I haven't gained any weight for almost a week because I grew another two inches. How fucking tall do, I want to get. I'm already 6'1''. Soon, I'll be as tall as Kai or Tala. Then, round two in the car began. Dad asked if I was going to get my license. I shrugged, one of my annoying habits he hates. Good, I hope he's fucking mad.

My fucking psychiatrist is a bitch. What did she want to talk about today? My girlfriend, Wednesday. She wanted to know fucking everything. Then she asked why I was getting so defensive. No wonder why bitch, you were fucking annoying the shit out of me. This is all I have to say.

Goodnight.

6/24

2am

I can't sleep.

No wonder why, you idiot, you went to be at 7.15 at night.

Today just put me in this mood, and I don't care.

Anger is what I am feeling. I can't shake it off.

Sometimes I get afraid of putting on weight, so much that I lose control again. If I lose control, I have to keep seeing these pathetic doctors who think they know everything. They say it's a disease, and that they can cure it.

Yeah right. Then why do people relapse?

That makes me angry at the doctors who are meant to "fix me."

Sometimes, I wish I could just go back to the way I was.

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A/n: Sorry it took such a long time! I'm on exams next week, after those 11 weeks of holidays & work, so this should be finished. Review!! Next is Kai.

Ms. Hiwatari