I woke up the next morning feeling really bad. No, I felt terrible. I was the worst person on earth! I couldn't believe I said that. I got up and went to Max's side of the tent.
"Come in" he said before I could ask. I went in.
"Max! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it! I really didn't! I was just angry! I'm sorry!" I exclaimed all in one breath. Max held out his arms. I sat on his knee.
"I forgive you. I forgive you. I said horrible things too. And I'm sorry" he mumbled into my hair.
"Oh Max! I forgive you!" I hugged him.
"How could I have ever accused you of not loving me?" he asked, looking into my eyes.
"How could I have said it? How could I have accused you?" I asked. I was the one who'd done the most harm here. I'd said I didn't love him for heaven's sake!
"Yesterday... you said I hurt you..." he said. My hands unconsciously moved up my arms. Max moved them and gasped when he saw the bruises (because he had actually gripped me quite hard). "I did this"
"You didn't mean it. You were angry"
"I still did it"
"I don't care"
"I find that hard to believe" he said. So I kissed him. Hard.
"Now do you believe me?"
"Hmm...I'll have to think about it"
"Hmm... anyway! On better terms, Happy Birthday! That was part one of your birthday present!" I announced. Max laughed.
"OK then. Time to face the fun and frollics that come in the minds of thirteen and fourteen year olds" he smiled