Smile

Once upon a time there was a little blonde boy; he had a mother and father, a turtle, a nice family home. This boy constantly smiled, he had friends his 'mommy', and a 'daddy' was still happily married. And that was when 'mommy' started working overseas, 'daddy' and little blonde boy stayed at home.

At that age little blonde boy thought that Mommy left because he had went to play with his friends and not stayed home with his mom. He was seven when she left, and I was seven when I began to live by my moto.

Smile, no one will know you're hurting. Ever since that day that Dad and I watched her plane take off I stopped crying and started smiling.

Spencer sat beside me on the bench, "everyone has problems Max, but it's our job as people to deal with these problems. Take it from me, holding all the shit in doesn't do you or anyone else any good." This coming from Spencer meant a lot; the Russians were from a bad and bloody past, growing up in a bad orphanage (they called it the abbey), being trained for military use (some type of experiment that they had going on), moving to a new country and dealing with his not-so-sane friends.

"My problems aren't even bad, they're just—urgh, I don't know!"

"They're just problems, I understand Max, but you can't keep on smiling or you'll blow up on your friends again." Spencer was like my mother away from mom's, without of course the parts. He was the one that looker after his friends; cooked (he enjoyed it), cleaned (he was the only one who was bothered by the mess normally), kicked their butts when they faked being sick… I wish I still had that. I could skip and my parents wouldn't even know it.

"What do I do Spencer?" I groaned running a hand though my hair. I couldn't face them, my friends that I just yelled at, not after that bombshell that I just dropped. Spencer sighed leaning back, leg crossed over leg.

I bet they all thought I got mad at Tyson over a sandwich.

Spencer's large hand clasped my shoulder, "come on, you can sit with us," he told me pulling me along as he moved back into the cafeteria. Tyson and the groups watched as the Russian and I passed by their table and to the back where the rest of the group sat.

"Maxie," Bryan called waving me towards his side of the table when the both of us neared. A can of pop was placed in my hand while I was pushed in to the seat.

It was like the feeling of coming home, well a happy, full home filled with laughter and tom foolery. As I sat, the conversation that the group was having continued, and I felt as if I understood it. It felt like I was included. It felt nice. The early memory of the disappointment I felt in Gym and English dissolved.

"We need to do something, you know as a group, to welcome Maxie boy to the group," Brian grinned squeezing the back of my neck.

"Like what?" I laughed. It felt good. These guys were going to go out of their way to make me feel important. Wow.

"That'll be a surprise Maxie boy~" Tala chuckled, feral grin on his lips, creepy, but normal Tala behavior here. As creepy as I found it, it would be even weirder if he didn't do it… you know what I mean?

Kai rolled his shoulders, the cracked loudly as he leaning over the table, "what happened in English?" he questioned. He knew; damn him, he could read me like an open book!

"Just got a group assignment and Kate Sims chose me as a partner," Brian grinned, I already knew what was on his thoughts ("she has a nice rack"), "she ended up going on this huge rant about girly clothes, makeup and stupid stuff like that while M—" I paused, Kai's smirk widened as I faked a cough. My little fascination was not to be known, nope, I will carry it to my grave!

"While what?" Kai smirked crossing his arms, damn him… damn them all and their grins! Speaking about the Russians' grins, they leaned closer to the small blonde, the blonde being me. It's times like these that I wish someone else was narrating so I didn't have to say all these 'me's and 'I's… it makes it less personal, you know, so I would be less likely to cave and tell them my deepest, darkest secret.

"…while Michael Parker made googly eyes at her…" I muttered under my breath. Damn it, I can't keep a secret! This isn't fare!

Ian leaned over the table, "I didn't catch that, what was that again?" he grinned. It's the grins, I tell you! They were just so damn creepy! Gah, there's that word again! I'm swearing! Ah, this isn't like me! No, I can't be losing my mind. No, I don't believe it; I refuse to believe that I'm losing my mind based off these Russian grins. They may be creepy in the, 'I know you're hiding something from me' kind of way…

Okay, I'm not completely sane. I'm going on this inner monologue about smiles. Something's not right here.

I blushed, "none of your beeswax!" I replied childishly… like the child that I was. Because really, I have another little secret of sorts to tell you… I'm only fifteen, and in grade eleven. So you see; I got bumped up a grade in like… grade two I believe. Hey, I have a scientist as a Mom; I'm bound to pick some brains up from her.

"Real mature Max, I haven't heard that since grade school," Kai shook his head, his two toned hair falling into his eyes. Do not insult my childish cover up… I'm cute and I can get away with this. That will be the only time that I will be glad of my cuteness!

You know I have not yet thought of something to add, or get rid of off my list… hmmm. Interesting.

M.B.C.R says: Thank you for the love! I hope you enjoy this new chapter, I plan on having the next one longer and much more interesting... this chapter was a much needed evil for the whole plot line... as much as I hate thinking up interesting plots it makes things so much better.

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