<Max Green> Ever After <Original Character> oo4

Jayden


Ronnie tried making light conversation with me as Max's single shots were being taken. It was hard to pay attention to him as Max's shots were being taken. Why Max intrigued me so much, I'm not quite sure. There's just something about him, not even his looks, that make him captivating.

"So...your MySpace says you're Irish? Max sent me the link, if you were wondering where I added you from," Ronnie said.

"Oh, yeah."

"Makes sense. I like the accent," Ronnie made a noise, "I need a cigarette."

I kept watching Max as Ronnie departed the building to smoke. The cameraman told Max to take a break and he regained his composure, walking over to the mini-fridge and grabbing a water bottle. He flashed me a smile.

"Bored, yet?"

I shrugged, "Nah."

He rolled his eyes, "Don't lie. Even I'm bored," he sighed, "Soo...how're you?"

"Okay, I guess. How're things with you and Ronnie?"

"Just amazing," Max said, dreamily. Something sunk in my stomach as he smiled at me again.

"Well that's good," I said, wishing I would've stayed away from the subject.

"You have someone?" Max asked, not exactly noticing I was uncomfortable.

I shook my head and looked downward.

"Really? I would've thought you would," Max said with a shrug, "but hey. Freedom, eh?"

"I suppose," I said, quietly. He furrowed his brow, probably wondering how my moods changed from yesterday's attitude to today's.

"Maxxie!" Ronnie practically squealed, running into the room, tackling Max to the ground as though it had been years since he'd last seen him. They were kissing unshamefully, lying on the cheap commercial carpet, Max's hair getting really tousled, which caused the cameraman to sigh, but ignore it all the same.

Why was this hurting me so much?


Max

For once in our history together, Ronnie and I shared a passion with each other that did not just seem physical. I felt like we were bonding emotionally in this relationship and there seemed to be a newfound maturity to us. I bathed in the euphoria, just thinking about Ronnie and I as I stood in Jorgina's office with Jayden, chewing in a carrot stick and waiting for Ronnie to come get me so we could go home.

"So um, I don't suppose you'd ever want to hang out again?" asked Jayden with his thick Irish accent. He looked a little sad and something inside of me broke when I saw the look on his face.

"I actually would," I answered, grabbing a pen and pad off of Jorgina's desk. I scribbled down my number and handed it to him, "Um. Here. Call me sometime."

Ronnie walked into the office, wrapping his long arms around my waist and setting his chin on my shoulder. I giggled a little before regaining my composure to smile courteously at Jayden. He smiled halfheartedly and walked out of the office, just brushing by Jorgina.

"I'm loving what you've done for my line, Max," Jorgina said, "and I made sure your agency isn't going to take most of your money like last time."

"Thanks," I said, looking behind me at Ronnie, "and I mean a lot."

She smiled and winked, "This is a tabloid waiting to happen. I gotta close up here, though. So get going before I call security." She smiled, playfully, at us, as we walked out of her office, hand in hand.

We climbed into the Jaguar, clicked our seatbelt, and I clicked the ignition, shuddering. I could feel winter creeping up on New York. I began to drive down the road, Ronnie and I singing along to Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin.

I furrowed my brow as I saw a familiar figure walking on the sidewalk. I stopped the car and opened the passenger's window, yelling over Ronnie, "Hey, Jayd, wanna ride?"

"It's okay," I heard him say.

"No, it's getting cold, it's no biggie."

"It's--"

"Just get in the car, Jayden."

He sighed and hesitantly opened the back door, stepping in. He looked at me, quizically, from the backseat. I just smiled and drove towards the intersection he'd asked me to drop him off at last time.

The ride was quiet. Ronnie and I didn't want to make him feel awkward, so we were staying away from anything that may turn out mushy, and Jayden was just too shy to say anything.

"Do you want me to drive you to your house or just drop you here?" I asked him, after the fifteen minutes of silence, setting aside the white noise of my radio.

"Um. Drop me here."

I waited for him to step out and make it to the sidewalk before driving by.

"Maxxie?"

"Yeah, babe?" I asked, taking a left.

"Do you know any good lawyers?"

I furrowed my brow, "Why?"

"Well...Alayna is suing me."

"Alayna?" I asked, unsure who Alayna was.

"Uhm...Alayna," he repeated, "bleach blonde hair, lots of makeup..."

"Oh. That Alayna," I said, shuddering, images of my boyfriend and a trampy blonde making out on my couch permeating my thoughts, "well what's she suing you for?"

"I--uh. Well she says I owe her some money..."

"Well, do you?" I asked, getting a little peeved.

"Yeah. Well--when I moved out from your apartment I stayed with her until I found a place to buy and she wants the rent I owe her now..."

I parked in my parking place in front of my apartment and turned the key of the car, sighing, "Well. I don't know much about things like that."

I got out of the car, a bit angry, though unsure why. He followed me, prying his hand into mine, but I didn't lace them together; I just sort of let him keep a grasp on my fingers.

"Why're you mad?" Ronnie whined.

"I'm not mad."

"You are. Just tell me what's wrong."

I ignored him and sat on the couch in the living room.

Why did I have a feeling that Ronnie didn't really want to be with me?
It's heartache every moment, baby with you...
Mood: Heartbroken

Listening to: Join Me by HIM

Currently: Crying