I'm so upset... God... I feel like I broke up with Max not Sam! -_- don't mind me, I'm just going to cry in the corner about my stupidity and mistakes... Huh, that's what my ex-boyfriend said to me after he broke up with me. Funny xD

Guys I'm so upset about broken up about this I might make a character named after me, get everyone really attached to her, then kill her off. :PP

I lied on the bed, staring at the ceiling and feeling the hot tears stream down my cheeks, I looked down at the ground only to see his feet pacing from behind the curtain. I immediately changed my gaze back to the ceiling and felt more tears stream, quicker and harder. But I couldn't make a noise. I couldn't let him know he hurt me. Then, he opened the curtain, and out of pure reaction, I ducked under the covers, drying my eyes there, to where I just looked tired.

"Max. I'm sorry." He stated.

"Shut up." I remained hidden.

"Max, can we talk about this?"

"You broke up with me fifteen minutes ago," I began, "Ever heard of space?"

"So now you don't want to be near me?" He asked.

"What made you think I ever did?" I countered, "Maybe I always secretly hated you."

We both knew that wasn't true.

"We both know that isn't true!"

"Who are you trying to comfort with those words? Me, or yourself?" I argued.

He looked drawn off. Then he stood up and left the room, glaring at the curtain on the way out before flinging it shut.

"Its a curtain. Not a door. I won't slam, dear." I yelled over.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you, pumpkin sweetie pie!" He yelled back. Pumpkin sweetie pie? The tone in his voice and just the general word had me snort. I could practically see the smirk on his face. I wanted to smack that smirk off his face. Why was I so mad at him? Five minutes ago I could'vr proposed marriage, now all I wanted was to be as far away from him as possible.

"So... Will you hate me now?" He asked.

"I think you're being naive." I stated.

"So... What would happen if I-" He began to finish his statement when I bumped my arm on the bed and let out a sharp yelp, instantly he was by my side trying to figure out what was wrong.

"Sam..." I paused, "See... You're not my cause of pain."

He gave me a dead look then left my side and sat back off in his bed, shutting my curtain again. Suddenly, the door banged open and in ran Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy, Angel, and Ella all screaming, "MAX! Oh my God! Are you alright?!"

Shoving the curtain aside, Nudge handed me a stuffed bear, Iggy sat down "Get Well" balloons at the foot of the bed, shortly followed by Fang who sat some flowers on the desktop next to me.

I turned over to see Sam who stared motionless at his feet.

"Um... You guys didn't have to do that." I said.

"We're just great friends like that!" Nudge smiled, "Like how we're such great friends as to move you and Sam's beds together."

They began to push my bed.

"No." I firmly said.

"What? Why?" Iggy asked.

"Um... Well..." I began.

"We broke up." Sam stated, bluntly. I felt a sharp pain in my heart as he said it so easily. Its like I could feel my heart breaking into two.

"Woah, did someone just hear that?" Gazzy asked, looking pointedly at me, while I dodged his gaze.

"What?! No! You guys were so cute together!" Nudge yelled. When I looked over at Fang he gave me a Need-A-Hug-? look and I nodded. He walked over and gave me a strong hug, and I felt myself smile.

Sam looked over at me with a look of pain and anger mixed together. I almost stuck my tongue out at him when I felt a pang of guilt and tucked myself under my covers without looking at the others.

"So, what happened? The nurse said you guys could go home tomorrow if you were feeling up to it..." Said Ella.

"I kinda... Wrecked the car..." I heard Sam mutter.

"You what?!" Fang yelled, "With Max inside?!"

"No, I drove the car into her," Sam replied sarcastically.

I heard some jostling and knew they were restraining Fang.

"You guys... Stop fighting." I muttered.

"So then... Why'd you break up?" Asked Angel, quietly.

"Well that's not really your business, is it?" Sam responded.

"Sam was afraid he was the cause of me getting hurt so much because for some reason he doesn't realize that I'm just really prone to accident..." I said, flipping the covers off just in time to see his face turn red. Inside I was smiling but outside I was shooting a glare straight at him.

"Did they need to know that?" Sam said, as if it wasn't a question.

"Why does it matter if they do?" I shrugged.

I knew I was being too mean to him, but I couldn't not. I was just... Mad.

A nurse walked in the room with my dress on a hanger. It was covered in blood marks and tears. I shuttered, but sighed. It had been such a pretty dress.

"I'm sorry." Said the nurse then hung it up on the curtain railing and walked out.

Ella examined it and I watched as tears slowly filled her eyes. I saw Sam look guiltily at it. Why did this dress have so much meaning? Then it hit me. The dress showed how close we had come to getting killed. I couldn't look at it anymore. It struck me with pain to the heart every time I looked up.

(A/N: Oh my Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaww wd... This is getting too melodramatic. Time to have some fun :))

Iggy looked around the room.

"So do you think you're feeling well enough to leave today?" He asked me.

"I suppose so..." I muttered, and he let out a bird call. My mom dashed in and undid my I.V. then tossed me a change of clothes and shut the curtain. As I changed I wondered what on Earth was going on.

Finally I opened the curtain and Iggy picked me up in his arms and looked at me.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

"Ready for what?" I laughed and he sprinted and jumped out the window. All I could do was cover my eyes. Then I watched as he landed on his bottom on a trampoline.

"When did you guys set this up?" I asked as he released me from his arms and I looked over myself, making sure all my stitches had not burst from the impact-What am I not allowed to be overcautious?- and then slid off the trampoline and hobbled into his car.

Everyone slid in next to me and we all laughed about the incident. Finally we pulled up to my house and we all gathered around the couch talking.

Suddenly, Iggy jumped over to Nudge and whispered something in her ear.

"What?" Nudge yelled. Iggy then nodded.

"But... You..." Nudge had a look of embarrassment on her face.

"Sorry..." Iggy mouthed.

I couldn't help but feel bad. He must've told her he didn't like her like she liked him. I wanted to hug her, and tell her it was okay, but I didn't want to make a scene.

"Max?" Fang called, "Can I speak to you?"

I walked over to the hallway, away from everyone else, and stood next to him.

"Sure, whats up?"

"I'm sorry to hear about you and Sam..." He muttered. I softly punched his shoulder.

"No, you're not." I laughed, and he chuckled.

"I actually am, I was finally starting to agree with this whole, you two going out." He said. I felt so bad for him, but I couldn't go out with him. Not yet anyway... I still liked Sam. I might always like Sam. Even if he is a total ass... On occasion.

"Yeah..." I finally said, "Me too..." I laughed.

Eventually everyone left the house, when the doorbell rang and I ran over to answer, guessing someone left there keys, or phone, or something.

Dylan was at the door..

Not what I expected at all.

"Can I speak with Ella?" He asked.

"Nooo... You can speak with me." I stated, bluntly.

"Okay, tell Ella that I miss her and she's all I think about. Tell her I would trade my life to be back with her, to have one more chance. Tell her I'm sorry and give her these..." He handed me Ella's favorite flowers. Marigolds.

"Okay." I said, shutting the door.

As I walked away I dumped the flowers in the trashcan.

"Oh, Ella's so not getting that message." I stalked away.

Oh my God. I turned Max kind of into a brat... She and I will be having a serious discussion later.