Max's Journal Entry
Some day in my life, but what I have to say next is too urgent.
I can't believe it. Kai has cancer. The second I heard, my heart skipped a beat. Tyson told me. I thought he was lying. But he said he wasn't, and I knew he was crying. He said it was terminal, but Kai just kept refusing to stay for treatment. I know he's being noble, but now is just not the time. Kai needs it, or else he'll… He'll… Oh God, I can't even write it down! I don't want him to go. Kai is like my big brother. I can't loose him. Not now. Not so soon. He has to know that I love him first. That we all love him. Then, at least if anything happens, he'll know he has friends. He still thinks we hate him.
Ray knows, too. I got off the phone with him a few hours ago. Mariah was crying so badly. Lee talked to me, and he told me to hang on. I guess he knows about my relationship with Kai as his little brother. In about a week's time I'm flying down to Russia with the other All-Starz, minus Emily since she's overseas and I can't get to her. When I told them about it, they just stared at me in shock. Then I told them about the party Spencer was planning, and they immediately agreed to come.
I just hope that the party won't be held in a room with Kai on his deathbed. He can't do that to me. To us. Miguel called too. He sounded so worried; at first I had no idea why. And this had better not get out to anyone, or Kai'll kill me even if it kills him. Miguel is in love with Kai, and Kai's in love with him. I thought that Miguel and Claude were dating, but that was just a bluff the three of them agreed to play so that no one would guess that Kai was in a relationship. It's smart, I have to admit. But I can't, and probably never will, understand Kai. As close as we are, I know pathetically little about him.
This is going to sound bizarre, but I've never seen Kai worry about himself. Ever. That one time I got a fever for staying out in the cold too long, Kai came all the way down from Russia to see me and take care of me. And he got whatever it was that I had, but he still looked after me. I couldn't have asked for a better friend then Kai, so I'll do anything it takes to keep him alive. Anything. And, I think, everyone else feels the same way as I do. Otherwise they wouldn't have agreed to come down and have the party. Actually, no one hates Kai. He's just intimidating with all that power.
I may not have a religion, but right now I'm praying to every god, or goddess, or deity, or some other person that they'll keep Kai safe for us, or at least provide a miracle that will let us get Kai into a hospital, and actually stay there for more than an hour. Other than that, Spencer says there is nothing more that we can do. I can't even talk to Kai about it, because he still thinks that Tala is the only person who knows. Thankfully, or perhaps not, Kai is rather ignorant about anything these days, or so said redhead tells me. It takes so much energy to do just about anything that Kai finds it easier to focus on one thing at a time, and living with the Blitzkrieg Boys, it's almost dangerous.
For example, if you're too focused on watching the television, you won't be able to get out of the way in time when Tala sets loose some remote controlled aerial device in the house and aims it for your head. Really. But back to the point, Tala says its better that Kai doesn't know, or he'll wear himself out just trying to refuse the idea of a party. Ni-san hate's parties. He came for mine, but he just gave me my present (it was a little puppy, it lives with my mom now) and a birthday kiss on my forehead and left. This is the longest entry ever, but you still need to know.
Max Tate, panicking & hyperventilating, leaving the journal…. NOW.