Rock the Beat
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I cross my arms over my chest. “Yeah. It was pretty great.”
“Agreed,” he says while digging a small scrap of paper out of his pocket. He hands it to me. “Check it out.”
I snatch the paper from his hand as he waves it in front of my face. “What is this?”
He chuckles. “Open it and see.”
I unfold the paper, and a very male script is scrolled onto the paper asking Max to call him and then listing a phone number.
My eyes widen. “You met someone?”
Max grins. “I did. He’s nice…and hot. I’m excited.”
I laugh and hand the paper back to him while he practically glows. “I’m happy for you, Max. Everything is falling into place for you.”
“And for you,” he adds. “Trip and you are great together. I’m glad you ditched the asshole. Trip is so much better for you.”
“He is. I love him so much.” I give him a sad smile, not knowing if I can really ever forgive myself for not seeing the signs for how Jackson treated him for so long, but Max finally being in a good place is a start.
“I checked the county jail’s website. Jackson hasn’t made bail yet, but I’m sure he will. One of these days he’s going to land himself in prison. I can’t wait until we have our day in court and tell the world what a rotten bastard he is,” Max says.
I take his hand in mine. “And I’ll be right by your side.”
He smiles. “Thank you, Holl. I’m glad I have a best friend like you.”
A text message chimes in on my phone.
Trip: I’m waiting at your house for you. I’m excited you’re meeting my friends.
“Agreed,” he says while digging a small scrap of paper out of his pocket. He hands it to me. “Check it out.”
I snatch the paper from his hand as he waves it in front of my face. “What is this?”
He chuckles. “Open it and see.”
I unfold the paper, and a very male script is scrolled onto the paper asking Max to call him and then listing a phone number.
My eyes widen. “You met someone?”
Max grins. “I did. He’s nice…and hot. I’m excited.”
I laugh and hand the paper back to him while he practically glows. “I’m happy for you, Max. Everything is falling into place for you.”
“And for you,” he adds. “Trip and you are great together. I’m glad you ditched the asshole. Trip is so much better for you.”
“He is. I love him so much.” I give him a sad smile, not knowing if I can really ever forgive myself for not seeing the signs for how Jackson treated him for so long, but Max finally being in a good place is a start.
“I checked the county jail’s website. Jackson hasn’t made bail yet, but I’m sure he will. One of these days he’s going to land himself in prison. I can’t wait until we have our day in court and tell the world what a rotten bastard he is,” Max says.
I take his hand in mine. “And I’ll be right by your side.”
He smiles. “Thank you, Holl. I’m glad I have a best friend like you.”
A text message chimes in on my phone.
Trip: I’m waiting at your house for you. I’m excited you’re meeting my friends.
