A.N. PLEASE READ!
I'm SO sorry for not updating in centuries. I'm not trying to make it sound like I have all the excuses; I just want to give you some reasons to not hate me. Lol, I would never forget about you guys. First, I've been busy with school. I just got back from an early admission college orientation. Yay!
Secondly… Okay, the second reason isn't happy at all. The first few chapters have been easy to write. All I've been doing is setting up the beginning of the story. But it gets a little rough for me to write. It'd be okay if I was just making this all up, but I'm not. This really is a true story. I'm using actual quotes and everything. Real life Max told me everything.
Not a day goes by when I don't wish that I could've been around them, be their friend. If I was in America at the time, I would so be their friend. But I wasn't. And maybe if some people were a little nicer to them, things wouldn't have ended like they did. It just gets hard to think and write their story. It hurts me. BECAUSE IT'S REAL.
Also, for those people who seriously CAN'T focus like me, I found out why everyone hated Max and Isaac. As sad as it is, if you're good looking, you're going to have more friends in school. These two kids were actually pretty hot. But it's a small town and everyone's gone to school with everyone since pre-K. And Max and Isaac weren't as attractive when they were younger. Everyone goes through an awkward stage, but they were worse.
Anyways, on with the next chapter! Max's point of view. THIS IS A WEEK AFTER WHAT HAPPENED IN THE LAST CHAPTER!
We weren't officially best friends just because we found each other in the library. We didn't talk to each other all that often, but things have definitely changed. Neither of us eat lunch, so we sit together in the library everyday and in Art class. Considering the circumstances before we became friends, this was a big deal.
Besides that, Life's been going on as usual. Dylan dumped Angel, something I was glad to see. She's with some other guy. I don't know him, but I know he's better than my dearest step brother. Actually, I don't know Angel either. She's only a freshman and we've never spoken. But she's smiled at me in the hallway before. She's said hi to me. That's enough for me to like her.
"Hey, Maxxy." Dylan said as I walked in the front door.
"Don't call me that." I said half heartedly.
He grinned and walked towards me, putting his arm around me. His breath smelt like alcohol.
"Where's mom and dad?"
"Having sex in a hotel. They won't be back until tomorrow morning."
"You drunk?"
"Yeah. I've been drinking vodka for the last half hour. Want some?"
We sat on the floor in his bedroom, the door closed and locked. He had a whole secret stash of alcohol. These times were the ones where we got along quite nicely. If he wasn't such a popular, queer, arrogant prick we would actually make great friends. And when we're alone and drunk he's NOT popular, queer, or arrogant. Okay, maybe he's still queer and arrogant, but not popular.
"So, wanna make out?" He offered lazily as he passed me the bottle.
I tipped it back and drank an impressive amount. "No, I'm good." I passed it back.
We started talking, occasionally passing the bottle back and forth.
"So who's your new boyfriend?" Dylan asked, taking a swig.
I shrugged. "Isaac. He's not my boyfriend, either. We don't even talk."
"But you're always around each other."
"You're always around Corbin. Does that mean he's YOUR boyfriend?"
"Not cool, dude. You know I don't like guys."
"But you like your sister." I pointed out.
He rolled his eyes. "If our parents weren't married, would you ever like me?"
"Would you ever be caught in public with me?"
"Good point." He said.
No one really knew we were step siblings. It's not that we kept it a secret, it's just that no one has any reason to think that.
"You know, Maxxie. You're actually pretty cute." He slurred. "You wear normal clothes and don't wear dark makeup or anything. I'm sure if you stopped pushing everyone away you'd be really popular."
"You mean that I should be a slut, that way your friends like me and if word gets out that we're basically family you won't be embarrassed."
He shrugged, knowing I was right.
"You know I'm not like that." I told him.
"Yeah," He sighed. "I know. I think I respect you for that. Maybe that's why I keep going after all those freshmen girls. They're not as slutty as the ones in our grade. I guess I just want a girl who respects herself."
Just as a fair warning, we get deep when we're drunk.
"Yeah, I know you're not as shallow as everyone thinks you are." At least not when he's drunk. "You naturally like the cute girls that wear nothing. Most guys are like that."
"I know what you're thinking, and I won't get offended. We both hate them." He said.
"Fine, it's because our parents are so freaking weird. Your mom's never been there for you. She's always been running around with her boyfriends, just like my dad with his girlfriends."
"Hell," He said. "They still do that. I know mom's cheating on Jeb."
"And I know Jeb's cheating on Bridget." I agreed.
"Some guy named Nicholas. He's like, twenty. But apparently my mom has the ass of a sixteen year old."
I raised my eyebrows.
"What? Don't tell me you don't read her texts."
I shrugged. "Yeah, well, she's interesting."
We read our parents texts when they're asleep. Stop judging.
"Jeb's with another girl each week. It's different with him, though. He pays."
"Like prostitution?"
"No, more like the whole sugar thing. He pays them to go on a date with him. Then has sex."
Dylan laughed loudly. "That's his relationship with Bridget, except with marriage!"
I laughed, too. Most kids would hate having such terrible parents. But hey- We're not like most kids.
"God, so your dad's a sugar daddy and my mom's a slut." He laughed.
"I'm so ashamed to be related to them." I half laughed half sighed.
"Yeah. Let's swear never to be like them when we're old."
"You're kidding, right?" I asked, waving the bottle of alcohol in front of his face.
He snatched it from me and took a long drink. "We're going to a bad place when we die."
"Agreed, bro."
We stayed silent for a little while, and then we got really, really drunk. And the conversation got even more intense.
"Max, I need you to do me a favor." Dylan said.
"I'm not gonna suck your dick."
"Not that. I'm serious. You should stop cutting."
I got chills down my back. I don't like talking about that.
"I haven't cut in a long time, Dyl."
"You can't lie to me. I know everything about you, remember? I know you still cut."
He was right. I had cut just two days ago, for a really stupid reason.
"You don't know everything about me. We don't know each other at all."
"Stop changing the subject. Just tell me you'll stop."
I winced. "Fine, I'll stop."
"You're lying again. I want you to swear."
"Why would I swear to you? I don't even like you. We hate each other."
He sighed. "Whatever. Just… Think before you do stuff, okay?"
I was listening. I really was listening. The thing about us when we get drunk is that we get more poetic with the higher level of alcohol we take. Along with that, we remember less. And I didn't remember that last part of the conversation. And neither did him.
A.N. Real life Dylan and Real life Max really did have these kinds of talks, all the time. If you haven't figured out how messed up they are... Not having good parents in your life can seriously mess you up. Sorry that Isaac wasn't in this chapter!
