November 10, 2012: E
Mom rang the doorbell, smiling at me happily, while Dad and I just stood there awkwardly. The door was flung open by a bright-faced woman with dark hair and chocolate-colored eyes that matched Max's.
Max's mom.
When the two women saw each other, they hugged and squealed.
God. My mom can be so weird sometimes.
"How are you, Val?" Mom asked enthusiastically, and I could hear the grin in her voice. I almost rolled my eyes, sighing to myself as they let go and Max's mother ushered us in graciously.
Max's mom glanced at the stairs, and I looked down at my feet, wondering why I had to be there.
"Hi," a female voice muttered, and I looked up to see Max. But she wasn't Max. She looked older than usual, and she was wearing a purple shirt that was unusually high, reaching around her neck.
Whatever, girls and fashion and all, I thought. "Hullo," I murmured in response, and then I realized that this was the first time we'd ever spoken.
She blinked, as if shocked, before shaking her head slightly and nodding. "Uh, welcome, I guess," she said awkwardly, glancing around. I looked down at the ground, which had become quite interesting.
"Mmm," I replied, nodding, looking at her again. She really was stunning.
She stepped off the final stair, gesturing for me to follow her into what I guessed was the dining room.
But when she turned around, I saw the low scoop in the back of her shirt, revealing a black sports bra. She glanced over her shoulder, and I swallowed a chuckle.
"Max?" I asked, fighting a smile.
"Yeah?" she replied, cautiously.
My lips turned up slightly. "Nice bra."
Her cheeks turned bright red, and it was all I could do not to laugh.
:333 I must admit, I seriously contemplated making the bra more embarrassing...
But that just wouldn't be Max. So I kicked that idea.
~Anna Ride