Date: Sat, 11 Feb 2012 10:17:43 -0500
From: Aiden Demetrius <aidendstories@gmail.com>
Subject: Against All Odds chap 6

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Chapter 6

	The rest of the night was spent in bliss. Talking and becoming
closer. Finally for the first time since Max showed up Evan didn't feel
lost and trapped. He felt free, as if nothing could stand in his way.
Before letting it get too late Evan pulled Max to him and whispered softly
in his ear.

	"I wish I could stay like this forever but it's time we both get
home." Max grinned and got up shaking the excess sand from his jeans.  The
two walked closely together to Evan's car. Before they knew it they were in
front of Max's house.

	"So, I need to know what direction we're going." Max asked softly
and unsure.

	"Well if you play your cards right you might have a boyfriend by
the end of the week." Evan said planting a soft kiss on Max's lips, the
kiss was so soft and tender that Max couldn't help but to let it linger.

	"I look forward to more of those." Max said, after another kiss he
got out of the car and walked up the pathway to his door and went inside.
Evan drove away after seeing his front door closed. He pulled into his
driveway and entered his house, he beamed up the stairs to his bedroom and
locked the door behind him. He shuffles around papers and finally found his
drawing pad and flipped to the picture of Max, it was missing something
before and know he knew what. He picked up his pencil and sketched some
details in the eyes and the boy in the picture finally became the boy from
his life. He lied back in his bed and held the picture close to him,
falling asleep with the portrait of the one that he now loved
unconditionally.

	"Evan! Get up! You're gonna be late for church!" Evan's mother
called from the hallway. Evan groggily turned his head to his alarm clock
and jumped up immediately.

	"SHIT!" He bolted out of bed into the bathroom and took the fastest
shower ever. He got dressed quickly and flew downstairs, he found his
family sitting and enjoying Sunday breakfast. When he took his seat across
from his father everything got quiet and became tense. His father was the
first to speak.

	"The Rattlesnakes won last night." He said softly.

	"Good." Evan said reaching for a glass and the pitcher of orange
juice. The tense air became thicker and thicker by the second.

	"Do you want to tell me what went on down there and where you
disappeared to?" His father asked pressing on, the tension threatening to
break at any moment.

	"No. It doesn't matter anymore." Evan took a beat as if trying to
decide if the consequences will out weight the worth of his next
statement. "I'm quitting the team." An audible crack could be heard and the
tension finally broke and the atmosphere turned violent.

	"You will not!" His father said sternly. "What about your
scholarships? Playing college football?"

	"Dad I never wanted this. This is your dream! I want to art, I want
to paint." Evan said defending himself.

	"You don't know what you want!"

	"No Dad! I know exactly what I want! This football thing, I hated
it, but I only did it to make you happy. I've decided to apply to UCLA's
Art program."

	"And destroy everything I've set up for you? This art thing makes
you sound like a faggot." His father said disgustedly, Evan experienced a
level of hurt that not even Christy's deceit could have matched if
multiplied by a thousand. Evan abruptly got up and left the house almost
taking off to his car in a sprint. He got in and immediately broke down, he
drove off, tears flowing down his cheeks. He began driving in the direction
of Christy and immediately turned around in the direction of Max. He pulled
up to the house, turned off his car, and sat long enough to pull himself
together. He walked up the pathway and knocked on the door. No response. He
knocked again and a short woman came to the door.

	"Hi is Max home?" Evan asked the woman who he assumed to be his
mother. She gave a slight nod with a smile
	"Maxie, there's someone here to see you." She called stepping away
from the door.

	"Really? This early?" Max said, he came up to the door and blushed
a little bit and a wide smile spread across his face. "Evan. Hi."

	"Sorry to bother you so early." Evan said quietly, Max was
shirtless and wearing a pair of sweats.

	"No it's fine. Come in." Max said giving Evan room to enter. "Mom,
we'll be upstairs." He called to his mother who was in the kitchen.

	"Okay, is your friend hungry?" Max just looked at Evan who nodded
	"Can you set an extra plate for him?" Max said, taking Evan's hand
and leading him up to his room. He opened his room door and let Evan in
first, closing the door behind him. He went over to Evan and planted a deep
kiss on his lips, which was gladly accepted and returned.

	"So what brings you by?" Max said looking him in the eyes, he saw
streaks from his face. "You've been crying. What happened?"

	"It's my dad. He-" He began to get choked up. "I told him that I
wanted to be an artist not a football player, and the words he said." Evan
began to sob and Max pulled him close and held him.

	"It's okay baby. I'm sure he didn't mean it. He was upset." Max
said reassuringly. They lied back onto the bed and lied there for about 15
minutes until his mother called them down. Max peered over Evan and saw
that he was indeed sleeping, Max quietly got up and went to his closet and
pulled out a t- shirt. He looked over to Evan and got an evil idea, he took
off to his bed and jumped, landing right on top of Evan. He had smiled for
the first time that morning.

	"You little fucker!" Evan grinned evilly, the boys got into a
wrestling match on the bed, they tossed and turned until the tables were
turn completely and Evan ended up on top of Max. The both boys faces close
together, breathing hard. Max leaned up and gave Evan a quick peck on the
lips.

	"Breakfast." He said pushing Evan from on top of him. "Why are you
so dressed up?"

	"I was supposed to go to church with my family this morning. But
then he-" Max cut him off.

	"It's okay, I have some clothes you can use, they might be a little
small but they should fit." Max pulled a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from
his drawer and handed them to Evan who changed quickly. For the first time
Evan really noticed his "boyfriend's" room. He saw the charts and pictures
on the wall.

	"So this is why you are so smart when it comes to stars." Evan said
pulling up the shorts.

	"Yep. I've always had a fascination." The boys head down the stairs
to the smell of bacon, eggs and pancakes.  "Smells good mom."

	"I made your favorite, chocolate chip pancakes."  She said setting
a plate of food on the table.

After all the food was out they huddled around the small rectangular table
Evan and Max sitting across from each other and Max's mother sitting at the
head. They began to dig in. Evan was a little confused after no one said
grace but welcomed the change of pace.

	"I like your house, Mrs. Chase." Evan said after swallowing a gulp
of orange juice.

	"Please dear call me Linda." She said smiling, "and thank you for
the compliment but the credit goes to Maxie" Max partial choked on his
pancake.

	"Mom!" He said.

	"You've never had a problem with that nickname." She said to Max
sweetly. "When Maxie was younger, I would call him by that name and he
would smile like there was no tomorrow. He was the most adorable little 4
year old you've ever seen. So Max, you haven't properly introduced us." She
said bouncing between Max and Evan.

	"Oh. Mom this is Evan, a uh, uh friend from school and Evan this is
of course, my lovely mother."

	"So what are you boys plan for today?" Linda asked taking a bite
out of a pancake. Max was about to speak when he was cut off.

	"Well since Max is still pretty new, I figured I'd take him out to
local mall, you know stuff like that. I mean, if you're okay with that."
Evan said.

	"Oh no my dear, I am perfectly okay with that. Maxie can take care
of himself, he's proved that about himself." They finished eating with some
light chatter mostly about Max who sat and blushed a majority of the
conversation. The boys helped bring things into the kitchen and then
excused themselves to get ready for their day out.

	"You didn't mention us to your mom." Evan asked almost sadly.

	"We aren't official yet, but when we are I promise I won't hide a
thing from world about us."

Max said pulling a light pink polo over his t-shirt and a dragging on a
pair of acid wash jeans and topping it off with a pair of converses. After
a spritz or two of cologne he flashed his beautiful smile that just melts
me. How can I stay mad at him?" He walked past me and his scent was
overwhelming, I grabbed his arm and pulled him on top of me.

	"Woah! There, tiger." He said separating himself.

	"What's wrong?" I asked propping myself on my elbows.

	"Nothing, but if we keep kissing, I don't want to do anything
neither of us are ready for. I don't want things to be complicated. He said
thoughtfully.

	"This is why you're perfect. Christy always tried to get in my
pants and I've damn near had to push her off of me sometimes." Max smiled.

	"You should get changed." He giggled. I picked up my Sunday bests
and walked out of the room, Max shut the door and followed close behind
me. We said goodbye to his mother and headed to my house so I could
change. When we arrived my father's Escalade wasn't in the driveway so I
assumed they weren't home yet. No way did I want to face my family. We got
into the house and ran up the stairs to my bedroom.

	"Oh wow! Did you draw these?" Max said pointing to all the drawings
on my wall, some were pencil; some were Sharpie, and others were a mixture
of the two. He walked around the room and sampled every bit of
artwork. "You're really good you know that?" My heart broke a little bit,
but not in a bad way. I felt emotions welling inside me. I let out a soft
chuckle and exhaled deeply trying to force a few tears back to where they
came.

	"Tell that to my father. He thinks art is a waste of time." I stood
at my dresser facing the wall. A few moments later I felt a warm body
against my back and arms wrap around my torso.

	"Your father doesn't know what he's talking about. You're an
amazing artist." Max said letting go and walking to the opposite side of
the room. "What's this?" He asked picking up the leather bound drawing book
that I usually kept secret."

	I briefly looked at what he was holding. "It's nothing just an old
sketch book." I pulled what I needed out the drawer and walked back to him
and sat next to him on the bed. He began to thumb through the drawings
until we heard the front door close. "Shit they're home early!" I finished
getting dressed quickly and soon enough I heard my father's voice.

	"Evan Daniel Lonzo!" He used my entire name that is never a good
sign.

	"Let's go." I said bravely.  We walked down the stairs and ran into
my siblings. "Connor, Jess, this is Max. Max this is Connor and Jess. My
little brother and sister." Max gave them a quick wave. We continued to
walk to front of the house making our way to the door.

	"Evan. Kitchen please?" My mother called.

	"Great." I muttered under my breath.

"Hi Mom," I said softly, I had no reason to be upset with her. "Mom this is
Max a friend from school.

Max my mom." Max stuck out his hand.

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Lonzo." She wiped off her hands on a kitchen towel
and shook his hand firmly.

She then turned her focus on me.

"You should go talk to your father." She said, trying her best to be a
neutral third party but her will was quickly failing.

"I don't want to deal with him, especially when I have a guest." I said as
coldly as I could muster. I kissed her lightly on the cheek and walked out
of the house with Max right behind me. We got in the car and drove to the
major mall that was about 20 minutes away.

"I'm sorry you had to see that." I said apologetically to Max "It
happens. So don't worry about it." He said pecking me lightly on the
cheek. We got out the car and went inside; the mall was vast and if you had
a very vivid imagination you'd say that it resembled the Emerald City from
the Wizard of Oz or Wicked. We mulled around and went into some clothing
stored tried on a few items and talked about the cute boys, but always
reassuring that either one of us were way cuter. The hours ticked by and we
came to the conclusion that we were both hungry, Max began to walk in the
direction of the food court when I gripped his hand.

"Huh? I thought we were hungry?" He said confused.

"We are. I just thought that we should have something a little better." We
walked clear across the mall.

"Close your eyes." I said putting one hand over his eyes and taking his
left hand in my right. We rounded the corner and stopped walking. I moved
my hand slowly and told him to open his eyes.

"California Pizza! This place is a little pricy don't you think?"

"Nah, I love this place." I said walking up to the hostess. "Hi I have a
reservation for Lonzo."

"Lonzo, Lonzo." She said looking down a long list of names. Perfect your
table just opened up. Follow me please." We followed her to the back the
amazing aroma of different pizzas and pastas was delicious and
overwhelming. The table I requested was a special table. "Here we are
sir. Your waiter will be by shortly to take your order." She put down some
menus and walked away.

"This is beautiful. Thank you." Max said.

"You haven't seen the half of it." I said opening the blinds, there behind
the seamless window was the most beautiful sunset the sky was full of
purples and oranges and the red-orange sun was slowly setting in the
distance. Max began to sniffle a little bit. "What's wrong babe?"

"I've never had anything like this. It's been a really long time and I
thought I'd never find this feeling again." He didn't have to say
anything. I knew what he was talking about. I reached out and took his hand
in mines stroking it gently.

"You put this whole thing into perspective for me. With Christy I felt
obligated to take her out and buy things for her, but with you I want to do
these things for you. I want to treat you like a king. So I want to ask you
officially to be my boyfriend." A little tear flowed down both mine and
Max's face. He smiled a big smile and put his hand free hand on top of
mine.

"Yes, I will be your boyfriend." He leaned over the table halfway and I met
him the other half and we kissed and that moment was just as beautiful as
the first time we kissed.


Here we are friends another installment, I want to ask forgiveness for
being late with this story, a lot has happened in the past month and there
simply isn't enough time in the day. I hope you guys enjoyed and I am
always hearing from new fans. So thanks. As always I love hearing feedback
good or bad so feel free to email me at aidendstories@gmail.com. I always
respond.