When I was finally home, and able to sit down for more than ten minutes, I checked my phone. One voice mail.
I turned the speaker phone on, and sat down on my bed, folding my legs up to my chest.
“Payton?” I could tell as soon as he said the fist syabella of my name it was Max, “Call me back please. Or meet me at the park by my house. “ There was a slight pause. “I love you.”
I closed my eyes and dropped my head on my knees. I sighed into my knees, wishing this had never happened. I wished that Max and I just danced together, never becoming more than close friends. Elliot was just there, a new kid. But, then again, life for all of us would be diffent.
I looked at the clock on my phone, nine thirty. I sighed, and pushed the speed dial for Max. Number four, after only my mother, brother and my voice mail.
“Hello?” Max’s voice answered on the first ring.
“Hi.” I said shortly.
“Are you going to the park? Please say yes.” Max said, sound like he was walking out the door.
“No, I’m not. Sorry.” I said snippy.
“What’s wrong?” Max said, acting as if nothing was wrong.
I got up, and shut my bedroom door. Mom and Ryan didn’t need to know my problems. Not that they wouldn’t think me as crazy.
“The way you acted, totally un-called for Max!” I said. “That’s my problem. Poor Elliot-”
“Don’t you poor Elliot me, Payton! Payton, he is breaking us apart! Can’t you see that, or can’t you wrap your little blonde head around it?”
“Did you really just say that?” I asked, feeling tears in my eyes.
“Max, your such a over protecting bitch! Everyone knows it, but nobody has the guts to say it!” I shouted at him, crying.
“Do you mean that?” Max asked, his voice cracking.
“Yeah, I kinda do.”
“You can’t mean that. Payton, we are best friends. Twins almost.”
“I know. That’s why I hate this.”
“You hate this?” Max asked, his voice full of shook.
“Yeah, the whole thing. Why can’t we be friends?” I said,, not realizing what they could mean.
“Are you saying we are breaking up?” Max asked quickly.
“NO! Max-you know I love you more than anything it’s just-”
“It’s just what, Payton? It’s what?” He asked to soon. “Elliot? Yeah, I knew that. Bye.”
The line went dead.