Chapter 80: The Response

**NOTE: Okay, so if you don't read my story Game On.. first of all, shame on you. Haha.. kidding. But anyways, if you don't this is where the two kind of meet... sort of. In that story, Max's lover runs out on him and leaves him alone, and the time frame that he's alone in that story is where we are at now. And also, my Letang story, Tangled Up In You, comes into play here. This is when he's getting really close with his girlfriend, Kailyn. Hope that's not too confusing... I'll also be adding in other peoples point of views to help describe whats going on. For example, if I feel Obama needs to make an appearance, he will. Kidding.. haha but look for Max's Kris's or Sid's coming into play pretty soon.

Also - Check this chick out, here is the link to her profile. http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739288802181388971 As someone that writes a bunch of stories myself, I definitely respect what she does, and she deserves some credit as well. She has 9 to my 7, so she's just slightly crazier than myself. :-) lol

One more thing - Thanks for putting my link up in your sidebar. I truly appreciate it. :-)

Jay - You're just a little writing fool with all your updates! lol I've been trying to get all caught up on your story, but I've been so crazy I've barely had time to even write, much less read anything. I have a couple days before school starts, and I plan on getting all the way through it. So I know I haven't left any comments, but I'm loving what I have read of it, I'm just so far behind.. :-S haha.

Back from vacation, so it's just a short one.

Ty's POV

I sit, completely dazed by the surrounds of the room. I know I'm crying, but only because I had to raise my hand up to my face and feel the wet tears emanating there to truly believe that water is emerging from my eyes. Strangely, right now I don't feel anything. My body is completely numb. I don't know how long I sat there, looking at the wall in front of me before Kris found me, shortly followed by Max.


Kris stands in the doorway timidly. He sighs before taking his hat off, which is on backwards of course, and running his hands through his hair and then scratching the back of his head thoughtfully, just like he always does when he's put into tight situations. It's his 'tell' so to say, making it clear that he's just as shocked about all of this as I am.


After Max finally makes it all the way down the hallway, he comes skidding to a halt from the dead sprint he had been in, making him crash into Kris as they both try to squeeze through the door frame at the same time, making quite the entrance just like he always does. I sniffle, and they both turn their attention back to me. Max gives Kris a look as if to say 'What the hell, man..?' and then rushes over to my side.

I don't know if they were expecting hysterical crying or if they are just completely taken back by my almost calm looking demeanor, but Max scoops me up in his arms and I instinctively rest my head on his shoulder, getting his shirt all wet as the tears continue to escape from my eyes while Kris grabs for my hand and absentmindedly runs his thumb over the back of it in a soothing manner. Neither of them say anything, so I feel as if I have to break the silence.

"Please tell me Ashton is camping out in the elevator, just waiting to emerge," I sob while adding the faintest existence of a smirk, which makes both of them smile weakly at us.

"Sorry babe," Max says quietly while giving me a little squeeze. "It's just us."

And with that, we all sit in silence as I continue to cry softly. I know that neither of them know what to say or do to make any of this better. But hell, I don't know what to even think about any of it so I definitely won't patronize either of them. Even with the both of them surrounding me, I have never felt so alone in my life, and I've been left behind very frequently. After sitting there or what feels like an eternity, I can't help but do what I normally do in situations like these; talk it through out loud, no matter if it's to myself or with close friends.

"I don't know why he's doing this to me," I whisper as I almost automatically start to feel the gap in my heart expand. "I let him in completely. I trusted him," I sigh, and it's at that point that I realize how frail and emotionless my voice sounds. I know I should be worried about that, but I can't seem to find any reason to care at this point as the whole situation exposes it's ugly head at me. Suddenly, I'm back to my old, slightly emotionally abusive way of thinking.

This is my fault.

I should have known I could never be enough for someone.

I always knew that I couldn't keep him interested long enough.

"He.. he can't just," I stutter. "I can't make it without him," I say while squeezing my eyes tightly shut, not wanting to look around this room any longer and find it vacant of the man I love one more time because every time I do it breaks me heart all over again. At this point, the hysterics start taking over, and I'm completely unable to stop them as they gush through all my defences. My crying gets much more intense, and I feel like a complete outsider to this whole scene as I watch as Kris and Max exchange glances from each other.

After what seems like hours of them whispering soothing and reassuring things to me, I finally find it within my inner strength to pull it together. Tears are still sliding down my face, but at a much slower pace and I'm once again eerily calm as lay within Kris's arms, starring at the ceiling and playing with the ends of my hair, wrapping it around my finger and then unwrapping it as Max looks at me through worried eyes from the chair right next to my bed that has been filled all along, just with a much taller and swift body form.

I hear someone approach the door to my room, and even though I know they are standing in the door frame, I don't bother looking up to see who it is because I know it's not who I'm hoping it will be, and I don't want to even add to the disappointment that I'm feeling right now; if that is at all possible. I feel lower than low right now, which is strange since I was at a ultimate high not even a full month ago. Everything was going my way, and now things have taking an abrupt turn of events. The figure lurking in the doorway finally enters the room, but it's not until she's standing over my face that I recognize Kailyn. She leans down and whispers something to Kris that I can't quite make out before squeezing the hand I have resting on his chest. I hear him respond with something along the lines of seeing her at home later. After she's gotten out of the room, I sit up, a motion that has Kris looking at me curiously.

"Go home with her," I say quietly while wiping the remaining tears off of my face and willing for no more to fall.

"I'm not going to leave you here like this," he says defiantly, not bothering to move at all. I grab his hand and squeeze it just like everybody has been mine, but I have a completely different meaning; it's my way of telling him that I'm going to be okay, but he still looks skeptical.

"Go home while you have someone to go home to," I continue while nodding my head to the direction of the door. He starts to sit up, and then finally stands up by the side of my bed but doesn't move toward the door any. "Go," I reiterate, trying to get him to leave, but I can see him still questioning whether or not he should listen to me. I know that the only reason he moved at all was just to try to accommodate me, and even though that would normally drive me crazy, I'll take what I can get and use it at this point.

"Go man," Max adds while pushing him toward the door. "I'll stay with her," he adds. Kris looks at him, and I'm assuming the look on Max's face tells it all because Kris leaves without further fight, leaving me alone with Max.