Thoughts

Chapter three (Max)

Yeah yeah.

''Well that's all I wanted to say. Did you arrange with someone to pick you up?''

I nod.

''Okay, I'll see you in an hour to say goodbye.'', and with that said he walks out of my room. I jump up, which is stupid cause it made me dissy, and I call Milan.

''Hey Milan. I can go home in an hour. Could your parents pick me up?''

''I think but I'll ask.''

''We'll leave our house in half an hour, Maxxie.''

I put my stuff, which Milan got from my home, back in my suitcase. Three quarters of an hour later, James walks in.

''I think you're parents are here, Max.''

I look at him with this expression of astonishment and say: ''Are they both in wheelchairs?''

Now it's his turn to be shocked.

''No? Oh god, I'm so sorry, I didn't know that...''

''It doesn't matter.'', I say interrupting him. My eyes are full of tears when I continue.

''They are probably the parents of my best friend. James, thank you very much. And could you maybe send in Milan first? Just him?''

''Yeah, sure. And I'm sorry Max. I don't hope to see you again.'', the last he said with a wink. He turns around and walks away.

As soon as the door closes I let the tears fall. The door opens again. Milan walks in with a small smile on his face, which inmediatly drops when he sees me. He literally runs towards me and pulls me into a hug.

Maybe I should cry more often. No one gives better hugs than Milan does. Don't let go of me.

This time my thoughts didn't scare me as much as they did before. But before I could think about it some more, Milan asks me what happened. I explain my tears. He looks so understandingly, just like before. He looks at my, right in the eyes and then he just gives me another hug. Like he understands that thats all I need right now.

Wauw, Just wauw. That feeling! Is there even anyone alive who gives better hugs? If you say so, I won't believe you. Okay I need to stop think like this, it's freaking me out.

''Ahwww! Look how cute! John, come in here.'', a female voice shouts.

I recognize this voice as Catherine, the mother of Milan. We both look up, our heads inmediately turn as red as a tomato. We look at each other and we burst out laughing.

Why is he embarrassed about this? And why am I embarrassed about a freaking hug from my best friend? Whats wrong with me? HOOO! WAIT! Don't answer this question...

''Sweethearts? Are you ready to go?

I nod. I look a bit scared and appearently John noticed, because he gave me a reassuring smile. It's crazy, I've only known these people for three years. But Milan's parents feel like a second pair of parents to me. Especially the last few months, since the accident. They were there for me.

''Max? Hey buddy, don't go sentimental on me. You know what that does to me.'', John says.

I look up. Oh god, I was completely in thoughts again. An embarred smile forms itself on my face.

''Sorry, do my parents know that I'm coming home?''

''Yes, after you called Milan we called your parents. They inmediately arranged somethings so they could come home before you did. They wanted to welcome you home.'', John says with a very big smile.