Today being stressful was an understatement. This may as well be one of the worst days in history for David. Not only did his boss tear him a new one for something completely stupid, but everything seemed to go wrong. His favorite shirt was stained with hot, blistering coffee. It was raining when he didn't have an umbrella. He got robbed, so there went the money for him and Max to eat out tonight as promised. Then he had gotten a call about Max's behaviour in school, which.. Honestly wasn't anything new. But it wasn't something he wanted to hear.

He opened his front door and instantly smelled something burning.

"SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT What do I do?" He heard as he rushed over. The stove had pots that were boiling over and smoke was erupting from the oven like there was no tomorrow. David was quick to react as he turned off the stove, grabbed oven mitts, and grabbed whatever it was out of the stove. Whatever it was, David could barely recognize it now. He tossed it in the sink and glared down at Max.

Max was obviously surprised to see David in such a bad mood, especially a mood directed straight towards him. It reminded him of…

"I-I can explain-"

"There's nothing to explain Max! What in the world were you doing?!" David demanded, Max felt his throat get thick. He felt nervous for some reason… but this was David we're talking about. Nothing was supposed to be scary about him… right?

"I...I just thought-"

"You thought nothing Max! You clearly didn't think ahead! You shouldn't be messing with this stove without me watching you! You could have gotten hurt!"

"I-"

"And your teacher called me today, why can't you just behave Max?" David pleaded.

"She-!"

"No Max! She nothing! It's always you!! I work so hard for you, can't you just meet me halfway!?!" David yelled as he gripped his fists tightly. Max instinctively flinched and stayed quiet. "Go to your room Max." David was seething, but Max ran off to his room. David grabbed the pots harshly as he tossed them into the sink causing a lot of sound. He kicked at a few things, the wall, the stove, etc., before he leaned against the wall and reported his wallet missing. After that was settled, he had time to relax and calm down.

It took him a bit longer to realize exactly, what he said, and exactly how hurtful those words had been. David felt himself explode slightly as he began to sob silently in his hands.

Why did he take out all of his anger on Max?! He was so stupid… The worst parent ever…

Max was hiding in his room. The door locked and the small boy was hiding under his bed. The loud clutter not far from his door surprised the young boy and only freaked him out more. He clutched Mr. Honeynuts tightly and felt the tears pour out of him.

Just like David said…. This was all his fault. Max was making David's life awful… His parents didn't want him and David wouldn't want him either. So it wasn't them, like David had said before. It was him. Max made his parents not want him and he did the same thing to David.

Max felt his tears fall faster.

The only reason the teacher called David was because Max heard some classmates make some stupid racist jokes about him, so he told them to go fuck themselves. Of course the teacher didn't hear them, only him. And she didn't believe that they were racist little shits.

Max looked at a message on his phone from Gwen.

'David's in a bad mood. Do something nice for him, will ya? Draw him a picture or some shit.' Max wanted to go all out, but that obviously ended badly. Max should have drew the fucking picture instead of attempting to make dinner. He should have known he would fail… He was so fucking stupid….

And now David hated him .