Max and Angie

Max hated to mislead Angie. Still he knew she had a nice time at the Valentines dance. Actually, he did too. But he wasn't sure they were on the same page. He needed to nip this in the bud before it was too, late.

He'd told her that night that he liked being her friend. And they could only be friends. He'd kissed her on the cheek, and he knew she was severely disappointed.

"Look, you can't get all serious on one guy. I mean, you have a lot of fun, ahead of you, with friends and your family. Places to go." He promised her she'd be OK. "Besides, I am pretty boring." He said it like a promise, but all he could think of was Daisy and how she probably still felt that way about him.

Angie didn't say much. Again, he thought he was the worst when it came to breaking up. Although, he didn't really think they were going out.

"The thing is..I don't think your brother would want, you, going out with me." He finally told her as they were in his warm car in her brother's driveway. "I mean, if I were your brother I wouldn't want, you, going out with me."

He told her about Daisy and the baby. Max was sure then that he might be crying more than Angie, but she held his hand as if she would be there for him. No matter what.

Why did she love him so much? It was like she'd found her own teen idol, and he could do no wrong in her eyes. Angie was beginning to think Max could go off the deep end, street race, even rob a bank and she'd be loyal to him like any Justin Beiber fan. Max could do no wrong.

She guessed she could worship him from afar. Yet being this up close and personal with him only made her cherish him all the more. Angie didn't want to see him sad.

Still, he had no idea how happy he made her just by being in his presence. Oh, she'd never think of him boring. Never.

Maybe, he'd see one day, that she'd always be there for him. Always.