“I...I," Max stutters.
“Yes?" I push. Emily and Elizabeth hang back to let me deal with the situation and I am glad because I have no idea what he is about to say.
“I like you," Max says.
“What?" I take a step back in shock.
“I like you," Max says again. He looks more confident now but I can't tell if he is serious or if this is just a story he has come up with.
“Yeah, I heard that but what do you mean?" Max looks confused and I roll my eyes. “Okay fine, new question; what does liking me have to do with snooping in my house, my mother's room to be specific?"
“I wanted to get to know you better and I thought I could learn something by looking through your things. Which, when I say it out loud, I realize it was not the right idea," Max offers as a slight apology.
“Not the right idea,
