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Originally Posted by Yourenodaisy  Em found herself nodding over and over again, just looking down at her hands. Her stomach was in knots talking about all this. She had done her best to forget everything about when her and Michael had dated, and here she was discussing it with Max. The only person that ever knew she had been uncomfortable was Brit, but they had only talked about it once while her and Michael were still together. And with Brit, Em never felt like she could tell her everything since Brit was also best friends with Michael. This was the first time she had really ever talked about any of this and been totally honest with them, and with herself.
When Max put his arm around her, Em let out a whimper. Throwing her arms around him and pressing her face into Max’s jumper she began to sob. Emmaleigh had never realized how uncomfortable Michael had made her feel, how much he had treated her as a possession. She snuggled more into Max, continuing to cry. She needed him, and all the things he had ever made her feel.
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It was amazing how a good cry could help one feel better, well, a good cry and Max. And now he felt bad just because she was joking around. She sighed, not knowing what to say. When he told her she could interrupt him every day it put a grin on her face. “I might have to take you up on that.” When he said she was the best part of every day, she gave him a tight hug, and rested her head on his shoulder, a content smile on her face.
Finishing up her sandwich, Emmaleigh whipped her hands on her pants after she realized she had forgotten to grab some napkins. Wait, Max was worried about upsetting her, and making her sad? She gave a smile and said, “Then don’t ever change.” Because so far, everything he had done made her feel special.
Shoot.
He made her cry.
"Oh, Em," he whispered, turning his body so he could fully wrap Emmaleigh in the biggest, warmest bear hug he could manage. He held her close, rubbed a hand slowly against her back, and murmured, "It's okay, Em, it's okay." He let her cry onto him, not minding if he was going to pull away and find that the shoulder of his jumper was drenched.
Trying to figure out the best way to go about calming her down, he gave her another tight squeeze before speaking, his chin resting on the back of her neck. "You are the most wonderful girl in the whole world, Emmaleigh Swynford," Max commented softly, a hand moving up to hold the back of her head. "It doesn't... sound like he's a good friend to you... and you deserve to have the best friends and the best people in your life. I know he has some importance in your life. He must, if he's been with you since your first year here. But... please know that you don't need someone in your life who makes you unhappy." He pulled back for a moment to look her in the eyes, a hand still lingering on her side as he used his other arm's sleeve to gently wipe away her tears.
"If... you're worried about needing him or being lonely if you push him away... please don't be. I... know we haven't known each other for years and years like you have him, but I want you to know that I will never take advantage of your kindness or," he wiped at another fallen tear with his sleeve "leave you or... make you feel unloved or unwanted or... or make you feel uncomfortable, I hope." He smiled slightly at that, knowing they did sometimes have awkward moments where they both became uncomfortable. But those were predominantly good kinds of discomfort - the kind where two people were learning more about each other and falling for each other with jitters over how they made each other feel.
"I know I'm not Michael and I can't make... the situation better, but I vow to always be here for you for comfort and encouragement. And I know it won't be easy and it might hurt a lot, but... you can make the situation better by... putting your foot down and standing up for yourself." He lifted his hand again to tuck her hair behind her ear, noting how heartbreaking it was to see her cry. "If you want. And... I could be there, too, if it would help you feel better about it," Max spoke cautiously, not wanting at all to imply that she couldn't handle it on her own. He knew she was brave and could handle herself just fine, but he also knew sometimes it helped to have a friend along for moral support.
"But no matter what happens, you'll always have me. Promise."
Max wasn't one to walk out on friendships. And something about this one... made him feel like they would, at the very least, be friends forever.
Once the topic had changed to the whole 'every day' talk, Max found himself grateful once again that she felt the same way. "Sounds good to me," he chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around Em in another warm embrace.
Even though Emmaleigh had started her sandwich before him, he was already done when she popped the last bite into her mouth. Smiling to himself, Max sipped at his tea - which was, unfortunately, lukewarm - and set it back down on the table when she spoke again. Ugh. She was the sweetest, wasn't she? He grinned, unable to hide it once more, and replied, "I don't plan on it. Not too much, at least, and not for the worse."
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