&& she's your typical good girl gone bad - MAX!

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Abilene wondered how her parents could even sleep at night. They had just dropped her off at a insane asylum like it wasn't a big deal. Was she that crazy that she needed to be brought here for help? She didn't think she was crazy but then again she was the one that saw her dead grandparents at her bedside when she was in the hospital's bed just yesterday. She hadn't met anyone nice so far but then again she was new here so she was going to give it time. Abilene had hoped she'd make at least some friends while she was here. It looked like she was going to be here for a long time thanks to her shitty so called parents. Her parents couldn't keep their comments to themselves while they drove her here today. All she kept hearing from them was "She isn't our daughter. Our daughter wouldn't be claiming that she saw her dead grandparents after they had just died." That's all she could remember them saying. They hadn't even asked if she was okay. Of course they didn't care if she was alive or dead so it didn't matter one bit. She was wasting her time just thinking about her dead beat parents. Abilene knew she shouldn't have kept that secret to herself. That she could infact see her dead grandparents. They were smiling at her and it made her feel at ease to say the least. She knew they were in a good place now. Dare she say, Heaven? Abilene didn't know of such a place. Sure, her grandparents were religious but she wasn't really. So, as some would say she wasn't really a believer of much. Abilene should have just kept her mouth shut about everything. She wished would have because then she would have been able to go to their funeral but now it wasn't going to happen, sadly.

She had been sent to her room when she had arrived at the asylum. Abilene had done her best at not making it look like she was some vampire in this stuffy white walled room of hers. She had brought some of her many metal band posters and some of her pictures she had of her family. Abilene put them all over her walls. Thankfully she had her own room. Sharing a room with someone else wouldn't have been a bad thing either. People judged her as a country gal. But she was more of a metal head. Some of her friends she had at high school thought she was odd most of the time. But that hadn't bothered her one bit. After all she was odd. Most people thought of her as a redneck because she did live on a farm. But she wasn't even close to that. Sure, she dressed nice but that was only because she had to. Her grandparents were very strict but nice strict people. Not ones that judged nor laid a hand on her for being bad. They knew she'd learn from her mistakes in due time. Abilene had learned quite a deal so far.

Abilene had gotten done decorating her room when she decided she'd venture outside of her room for a bit. Maybe meet some of the other patients that were stuck in this prison. She had gotten to the kitchen first so she could get something to drink. She had made it to the living room in no time. Boy, this place looked like a bunch of dead people lived inside. No color to speak of, whatsoever. It kind of made you think about dying when you'd just look at all the plainness. She had laid down upon the couch and closed her eyes. She drifted into a deep slumber only to go back to her old memories she had with her grandparents. She missed them so much and she had wished she had stayed strong for them. Abilene knew she wasn't going to get out of this place ever. She was stuck here forever, basically.

She woke up when she heard someone coming into the room. Abilene was a light sleeper. She took a long sip of her drink of water as she looked at the other patient. At least they looked like a fellow patient but she could be wrong. The patient or whoever he was, was infact a guy. He looked somewhat creepy. Like someone who could murder you without feeling sorry for it. It gave her the creeps but she wasn't going to tell him that nor act like she was a little afraid of him. Abilene was being silly. She wasn't this scared of anyone. He was a guy and he couldn't hurt her because well she had beaten up a lot of guys in her time and she was only twenty one so she was off to a good start. She stared at him with her piercing icy blue eyes. She wanted him to see that she wasn't scared of him at all. Abilene decided she'd be nice and say something to him. "Hi, How are you today?"

[/b] She asked him while she looked at the strange fella.

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Max had been here so long that he felt like he had made a good enough name for himself. People knew not to fuck with him. He loved having that kind of respect. Of course he was one of the oldest patients in the asylum. He was twenty eight, drowning in a sea of teenagers. He'd heard that a new girl was admitted today. Well, this morning rather. She'd been brought in early. Before he'd been forced to wake up for his medication. Word travelled fast in this place.Especially when you were friendly to the counselors. Max was friendly to all the staff. It hadn't always been that way though. When he'd first arrived he had been very much a mess. He'd snap at every chance. Refuse to follow the schedule they had for the patients. Anything that could make their job difficult, he did it. After a few weeks he'd given up the bad ass act and decided he'd get farther being nice. That was usually how it worked in places like this. He even considered a couple of the staff members to be his friends. But not all of them were so welcome to the idea of being friendly to a patient. Some were only tolerant.

Max's therapist was one the tolerant ones. He refused to try and relate to Max in any way. Maybe it was his appearance. Maybe he was just intimidated by the complexity of Max's mind. Either way, Max had put in a request to his doctor to have his therapist switched. He felt like he would get farther that way. He hoped he would get a female therapist this time. They were so much more open and understanding.

With sketchbook and pencil in hand, Max made his way to the living room. Not many people would be in there. All the teenagers were in the school wing right now. So anyone lurking in the living room would be over eighteen. But most of the adults were probably in their rooms relaxing. Or in the designated lounges on each dorm floor. So ten to one the living room would be empty. He almost thought it was as he entered the large room but then he spotted a girl sleeping on the couch on the far side of the room. She was gorgeous. Beautiful blonde hair, porcelain skin and she didn't dress like a moron. Her clothes were nice and fashionable. Immediately he was attracted. But who wouldn't be. When her eyes opened and her bright blue eyes focused on him he looked away. There was a nice plush armchair next to the couch that she was laying on that he always sat in. He found his way to that chair and opened his sketchbook. When he heard her voice it surprised him. Most newcomers didn't speak for a couple days. He knew she was the new girl because he hadn't seen her around at all.

"Uhm, alright. Could be better."

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Abilene was dreading her first real meeting with her therapist. She didn't even want to think about what she'd have to tell him. It just made her a little upset that she had to tell a complete stranger about her whole life and what had landed her here in this place. This place filled with crazy people like herself. Of course she was bond to make some friends. Anyone was better than her parents. How she hated them, this was the lowest they could have went and they did it. All for what just to prove they were right in the head. Yeah, okay because they weren't right in the head. They both should be in jail and never be released for all the stunts they had pulled. She sighed heavily to herself as she thought about a few other things. It was a good thing she rarely had friends back home because she was sure if she did, they wouldn't had been her friend when she'd return. That is if she'd ever return to her farmhouse. That was one thing in her grandparents will besides their money they had signed over to her. Abilene was more than happy to get the farmhouse. The money wasn't a big deal to her though. Pft, money wasn't as great as people made it out to be. Look at all of the people that were getting killed or mugged for it. Money to her was like a ugly object but it was something she needed to be able to survive. She was happy that her grandparents thought so highly of her.

She looked at what the guy was holding onto. It looked like a sketchbook. He must know how to draw then, good deal. Abilene would sometimes draw randomly when she was daydreaming. Yup, she was one of those day dreaming type of people. That wasn't such a bad thing though. Drawing helped her escape just like writing poetry and reading. She did all three things. She smiled shyly at the guy, he was rather tall. She was sure that he knew she was the newbie at the asylum. Everyone seemed to know that now. The guy looked a little older than her too. Like he was in his mid twenties. He wasn't all that bad looking either but he still looked a little creepish to her. Of course she wasn't use to seeing a lot of different types of people because where she came from everyone was mostly a redneck. Well except for the skanks at her high school. She laughed a little thinking about how glad she wasn't one of those kind of girls. Hell, she was still a damn virgin. Sure, boys had wanted a piece of her but she was tough and once someone heard her say "no." They didn't bother asking her over again. Losing her virginity was important to her. If people thought she was prude because of it, then so what. They could think whatever they wanted to about her. Abilene didn't give a hoot.

She watched him take a seat in one of the armchair's near to where she was sitting. He then spoke to her and his voice was very manly. So, she knew he had to be older. Abilene smiled as he talked to her. It was good that he didn't just ignore her like some of the patients did when she had walked into the entrance of this place. "I totally hear you on that. I see you have a sketchbook. What do you usually draw. I mean if you mind me asking."

[/b] Abilene asked him as she sat up right and turned to where her body was facing him. Her blue eyes never left him either. "Oh by the way my name is Abilene. Incase you didn't know but I'm sure you did because everyone seems to know that I'm the new girl in this place."[/b] She grinned a little as she looked at what he was drawing but she made sure she wasn't invading his space.
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As Max flipped throught the pages he'd already filled he saw an assortment of characters. He loved drawing random characters that popped into his mind. They all looked very gothic and surreal but in his head they had stories and he tried to convey that in the drawing. The sketchbook in his hands now was almost full. Only about five pages left. He'd have to ask Jakob to buy him a new one. Jakob was one of the counselors. One that he would gladly call his friend. He was always there for him and always made sure he was comfortable and after a year of being in the place it was important for him to feel comfortable. He didn't demand much. Just enough sketchbooks and notebooks to keep up with his habits. He wasn't allowed to paint in his room but it was allowed in the art room in the school. even though he was too old to attend school and had already graduated from high school, they still allowed him to go down there and paint. But they didn't have canvases. Just painting paper. He missed painting on a canvas. He missed a lot of things but he had adapted. He was hoping that they would let him out soon. Usually they only kept him for a year but his mother was pressing for them to keep him a couple months longer to ensure he wouldn't go back to old behaviors. He made a mental note to cut his mother out of his life when he got out. He knew the minute he saw his mother this weekend when she visited he would change his mind.

His mother was a sweet woman with only his best intentions on her mind. She wanted things to be perfect for him but she also knew he had a serious problem. He didn't want to be a fuck up all his life. In a couple years he'd be thirty. Thirty! He knew she'd hoped he would be married with kids by now. Sometimes he hated himself for not being what his mom wanted. Someday he'd make her happy. He wanted to be normal. Not normal by everyone else's standards. Normal by his standards. Normal for him was how he felt right after leaving the asylums he'd been in. He felt confident and sure that he could do everything he had to do. He felt almost normal now but he knew he wasn't quite there yet. His healing process was taking a lot longer this time. He'd thought it wouldn't not after spending five years in prison only months before he's come here. But prison had only made him more depressed. He'd been fine while he was in there but once he got out and realized how much of a mess he'd made his life he had just wanted to end everything. Which is how he'd ended up here. He hadn't picked up a paintbrush for five years before coming to Crescent Hills. Now his bedroom walls were plastered with his paintings. He was pouring poems into his notebooks like it was going out of style. He was on a creative streak.

He couldn't help but think this girl was awfully talkative. He had hoped she wouldn't start telling him her life story and trying to relate to him. He wasn't really interested in talking and being nice but she was already asking questions and telling him her name. Was she seriously looking to make friends with the biggest freak in this place. He tucked a piece of hair behind his ear as it fell in his face. His fingernails were painted black. Not by nail polish. They weren't allowed to have that. He'd colored them in with sharpie marker during the guys group therapy meeting last night. "Uhm, just stuff. I don;t think anyone choose one particular thing to draw. It limits the possibilities. of your mind. I can create fucking amazing things if I don't limit myself. Limiting yourself is like the media censoring you. Like some douche bag walking around with a beep button every time you say something unacceptable."

[/color] He often explained himself in long rants. Just because he always felt the need to be thorough with what he was saying. "No I didn't know but now I do. I'm Max, resident asshole."[/color] He said, a smirk forming on his lips. [/blockquote][/blockquote]

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Abilene watched him flip through his pages and pages of drawings. She wanted to look so eagerly but she knew it wasn't polite to do that. So, she just stayed in her area. Unless he were to show her, then she wouldn't hesitate to look at all. She smiled lightly as she remembered what she had drew today. Abilene drew a few things here and there. She had drawn a dead tree with people trying to escape from within the tree. Like a family tree but those people didn't want to be a part of that family anymore. It was a nice way to show how she was feeling and how some of the other members of her family felt as well. She hadn't finished all of it but she was almost done with it. Abilene got out that drawing book and started finishing the outlines and shading. No one would of guessed that she drew a lot of dark things but her life wasn't anything happy, it was far from it. She had been thinking about her grandparents lately. Sure, she'd seen them here and there from time to time but she wasn't one to tell on herself. It was just something she'd keep to herself. Abilene didn't know what she was going to tell the counselor. Maybe lie to him. That sounded good but it wasn't going to work so great. She was good at lying but she didn't want to really lie to him on her first day. It'd be dependent on what he was going to ask her today.

Abilene could remember in her brighter days when her grandmother would draw her things all day and color with her. She missed her childhood so very much. Life wasn't easy and her parents had made it seem that way just by how they went on with their lives. She began to cry a little but they were only a few and she wiped them quickly away. Crying was showing a weakness and she didn't want anyone to know that she had her weak, sad days. Especially someone like Max. She had only just met him and she couldn't put her finger on the guy. Max was like an unsolved mystery to her which attracted her somewhat to him. Abilene hadn't been around any men lately either, so it was probably just her stupid hormones. She laughed a little as she went back to her dead tree drawing. She first looked around to make sure no one was watching her do her drawing. Abilene hated it when someone would just watch over her shoulder. Like she was doing something she wasn't suppose to. It wasn't anyone's business but her own. If she wanted to share her work, she would maybe when she was finish with it.

Max seemed like a "I don't give a fuck" kind of guy. Abilene could get that kind of hint just by the way he was acting towards her. There wasn't anyway she'd share her dark reason of being here with some asshole-ish stranger. Yes, she was a smart girl and she wasn't going to be fooled with nor treated with disrespect. She'd let him have it one way or another. She may have been innocent in the sex department but she knew guys, no matter what their age was. He didn't seem to want to even hear her name, god this guy was a big ass. Well, she was going to just show him how big her balls were. (Hahaha) She stared him down like a panther on their prey. She was the panther of course and he was her dinner. She wasn't going to back out of this one just easy. No way, mister. "Oh, the resident asshole. Hmm, interesting because I just got the vibe off from you from just the way you acted when you came in and saw me here. You do seem like quite the top asshole of this place to me."

[/b] And with that said, Abilene was off to go somewhere else. She wasn't going to stick around and be played with or treated like a piece of shit, literally. She was much more better than that. Abilene had got up and had her things in her hands as she slowly walked passed him. She wondered if he was going to follow her or not. Most likely, he was going to. Guys who were assholes, complete assholes weren't the kind that did the chasing. Well, she wasn't a chaser either. Abilene had found the stairs to her appealing taste as she sat down on the middle set and glanced down the hallways. Smiling as other patients passed by her. Well, Max was right about one thing, he was the the asshole of the residency.
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Max knew he was coming across as a dick again. He never really cared about anything like that and he wouldn't start now. If she wanted tot talk to him she'd have to suck it up and deal with it. He could tell she wasn't happy with his reply even before he spoke. At least he'd warned her, he's the asshole. How much more could he say to make her understand that he was no good for her so there was no sense in talking to him anyways. He'd never been one to commit to a friendship or relationship. Not after having his heart broken. The friends he had were the ones that were still sitting in jail for bigger crimes than the one he'd sat for. Not to mention he didn't trust women at all. They were snakes. They burrowed their pretty little selves into your heart then tore it to pieces right in front of your eyes. To him, it was women that had turned him into what he was. If he'd never met Cassie in high school he could have stayed sane. But after her nothing was the same. He was a different person. An angry person. A little part of him felt bad when he heard Abilene speak and then storm off. He didn't feel like she should follow. she was trying to get away from him so why follow? Plus she was probably going to go sit on the staircase outside of the room and he could easily yell a fucked up comeback to her from here. He smirked. She thought she had him figured out. Just like everyone did at first.

With a sigh he put his pencil to the paper in front of him and started sketching a face. He always took care to details right from the start. Making sure every line was important to the drawing. His mind wasn't focused on the drawing though. He was wondering if he should yell back to her. He didn't want to get in trouble and have his priveledge to wear make up taken away again. He felt naked with no make up on. He had only a heavy ring of eyeliner on today. He'd left the lipstick off today. Without looking away from his drawing or lifting his pencil he stated to yell his comeback. "Well, I told you I was an asshole. It's not like I didn't warn you.And running away from me isn't going to change that." He knew she was thinking he would follow her but he wasn't that kind of guy. He wasn't going to tail her for the sole purpose of annoying her. He had better things to do.

His drawing was taking shape already. the eyes becoming evident within the blank face on the page. He always paid extra attention to thee eyes. Always making them very detailed and realistic. He was a strong believer in the theory that the eyes were the window to the soul. He could read emotions and that meant knowing how to read someone's eyes. He'd always been good at reading emotions. It was a talent he'd picked up from his mother. She had always known something was wrong with Max, even when he was faking happiness. She'd always told him she could see it in his eyes.

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Abilene knew he wasn't going to apologize. Assholes never were the ones to apologize. She also knew he wasn't going to come after her and talk it out with her. That wasn't the asshole way either. Urgh, men were so typical. Well, assholes really. She didn't want to spend her day like this. She knew he was probably just laughing to himself because he thought she was waiting for his ass to get up and come to her. Abby had figured out before that he wasn't the type to chase after anyone let alone girls. She wondered why he was here and why he was an ass to everyone. Well, she didn't know if he was an ass to everyone. Hell, maybe he was just this way more towards her. She laughed a little to herself as she looked his way. Yup, he was still sitting on the chair doing his drawing. Well, time to show him she wasn't one to chase after anyone nor deal with anyone's crap. Sure, she was innocent but she had beat up some assholes in her time. And she was only twenty-one at that. She was going to show him how she really was. Abby was waiting for something to come out of his mouth like every other guy. She wasn't going to be all wholesome and sweet Abilene anymore to him. Fuck that, he threw that out the window when he became an ass to her.

Abby watched him draw more and more. She really started to get heated. It was heavily building up inside her. And she was about ready to burst as she listened to what comeback he yelled to her from across the hallway. Oh, boy she was probably going to get into trouble now. "Ohhh, nice comeback. And for your damn information, I wasn't running away from you at all. Sorry, Max but you don't scare me."

[/b] As she yelled that back, she walked back into the living room and sat in the nearest chair next to him. "Do you have a problem with me or is this just your nature? What has made you become such an asshole to basically everyone. You don't see me being a bitch to you after what has happened to me."[/b] Max didn't scare Abilene at all. Sure, he looked a little dark and unusual but that was because he was different. She had to laugh as she sat in the chair next to him with her note pad and drawing book. Abilene started to draw Max on her drawing book with her pen. Yeah, she didn't care for pencils. Abby liked pens and how ink looked more different than lead.

Abilene started drawing his head and then got into really deep detail with his face. He wasn't exactly a smiling fool so instead she drew him with an unhappy face like he was depressed or something. "You know, some girls are attracted to assholes. Just letting you know if you didn't know that already."[/b] Abby laughed quietly as she continued to draw heavy ink marks where his eyeliner was. She had always drew with black ink. It seemed like her heart, black like a crow. She hadn't ever fallen in love and she was a lone wolf as some would tell her. Abby wasn't looking for that guy but maybe someday she'd find him.
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Max listened as she came in and yelled at him and such. He didn't really care. He had heard worse from other people. She wouldn't be the first person to assume they knew him. If she was expecting him to open up and tell her his life story it wasn't about to happen. He had a tough shell and so far nobody could break it. Not even his nut job therapist who was trying to get to the root of his problem. Max didn't give a shit. His problem was that society couldn't accept him because he was different. There were those who though he was a genius and then there were those who though he was the son of the devil. It all depended on how you looked at what he said. But this Abilene chick knew nothing about him. It was funny that she was so quick to assume that he was an asshole because of what he had been through in life. Was it so strange for someone to be born an asshole? He didn't see the point in making other people happy. He didn't radiate happiness on to others and he never would. His idea of the world was far from light. His thoughts were dark because the world was a dark place. He looked at everything and saw the bad that others couldn't see. He was a genius really. Not just because he could see the things that others chose to overlook. He'd actually have it in writing that he was a prodigy. When he was hospitalized the first time they gave him and IQ test and he had a score that was above average. He had taken the same test two more times in his life and scored way above average both times. So people could day he was stupid and a fucking moron all they wanted but when he spoke, he knew exactly what he was saying and exactly why he was saying it. He was smart. He was also arrogant. Intelligence and arrogance always lead to people taking him the wrong way. He didn't mean to be an asshole. That's just who he was. He had never been sweet or nice. He always acted this way and if people could accept that then they were better off staying away from him. He did have a nicer side. He just didn't let people in so easily. But even then he was very brutally honest and always came off in a sort of asshole way.

He lifted his gaze from his notebook to look at the girl who was obviously starting to become defensive. She acted like he was trying to scare her. He never tried to scare anyone. If his looks didn't do it then he was surprised. But he never tried to scare anyone. He was himself. He wouldn't change. If she couldn't handle him then he advised she didn't talk to him. "I didn't expect you to be scared of me, for starters. And secondly, I don't even know you so how could I have a problem with you. You are the one getting all worked up and screaming, not me. I suggest you calm yourself down though before one of the counselors hears you. And what has happened in my life has nothing to do with my personality. This is the way I carry myself so if you can't handle it then I suggest you find someone else to talk to."

[/color] He said before turning his head down and continuing his drawing. He had a feeling she'd just b another person in this place who didn't understand him and he was okay with that. He didn't need to make friends here to be happy. He didn't need anyone here. In fact making friends now would be senseless. He would be getting release sometime within the next few months. He'd already been there for a year and three weeks. So it was only a matter of time.

Her next comment made one of his eyebrows arch up and his eyes turned up to look at her with confusion. Was she saying that she was one of those girls who found assholes attractive or was she just trying to warn him or something. If she wasn't one of them then why would she take the time to even say it? He smirked. "One minute you're yelling at me and then the next you are hitting on me. Let me guess, you're bipolar?" He said as he started drawing again. She was drawing now too but he couldn't see what it was she was putting on the paper. Maybe she wasn't even drawing. Maybe she was writing down how much of an ass she thought he was. He laugh a bit at that thought. [/blockquote][/blockquote]

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Abilene knew that he didn't give two shits about what she was going to say or how she was falling off the handle with him now. Max was that kind of guy that no one seemed to understand. She got that because no one usually understood her. Everyone had believed she was such a good girl. Well, so they thought that is. Funny thing was she wasn't all that good. She had her naughty moments and when she'd be bad. Abilene just knew from the moment that she had saw him in the corner of her eyes that he was going to be a tough guy and not wanna talk about anything with her. He liked being alone and in his own world. She got that, she liked those things as well. But sometimes you just had to let shit out. Max seemed like the stand offish guy she had ever met. He just didn't care to talk to people or get to know them. Maybe it was because he was getting out soon? Abilene had checked some of the charts when no one was looking. She had found Max's. Abilene had realized that he'd be getting out soon. Lucky fuck, she thought to herself. She could say that he was a confusing soul and everyone must have thought that about him just because of how unsocial able he was towards everyone. Of course she had never been around him when there were other people around but she was sure he never really opened up to anyone. Probably in his whole life too. Just then when she was looking at him she had blacked out and then come back to. As she looked at her grandparents behind Max. She just wanted to end it all and just be with them again. Abilene started to cry a little and she let the tears sit on her face as she continued to draw Max. Her fingers were covered in black led. She just felt like she was all alone in this world. Abilene had nothing that was holding her to this world anymore. Her grandparents were gone and they were all she had left. Since her parents had sent her here without a goodbye. But that wasn't a surprise to her. They hated her and what she was. She was probably never going to see them again but that was fine with her. Abby didn't want to see them for as long as she lived. She had finished her drawing of Max and then ripped it out of her drawing book and placed it face down on the table. She was curious as to see if Max would she what she had drawn.

"First off I'm not even screaming. If I was then more than likely I'd be sent to my room. So, you may wanna clean out your damn ears."

[/b] She didn't say anything else. Hell, if he wanted to sit there silently then fine she would. Abilene had started on her grandparents sketch. She had drawn them like the last time she had saw them. Which was just a few minutes ago. Some would call her crazy for her being able to see her dead grandparents but yet some would call it a miracle. Abilene didn't really care what anyone thought or how they reacted to her. Especially Max. She was one to dish shit back at people. She wasn't one to just sit there and take it. No, sir. She was quite the fighter. Abilene had fought her whole life and she wasn't going to let anyone let alone Max defeat her. Max had probably thought he had figured her out as some good girl. Boy, he was totally wrong. She grinned a little as she got up off of the chair and walked over to one of the windows she could sit on. Abilene took a seat as she stared out into the world she had left behind.

She had turned to look at Max while she watched his eyebrows move up a little. He had called her bipolar. This made her laugh loudly as she just looked at her drawing and continued with it. "I'm not bipolar. Just complicated. Try to keep up."[/b] She said with a sexy grin as she looked back out the window. Abilene had started to write down some poems here and there. Whatever was coming to her mind at the time. She had wrote one for her grandparents a poem. Hopefully she'd be able to go to their wake and funeral. She really wanted to leave her poem in their covens. She had made one each for both of them. So, each of them would have one. She smiled as she looked back on all the great memories they had, had together. Some day she wished she could find a guy to make her as happy as her grandfather had made her grandmother. Those two were quite the pair, indeed.
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[max]

Abilene seemed more like a girl who tried to be complicated than one that actually was. He was very good at reading people. To him, complicated people were serial killers and serial rapists. Those people had the most complex minds. Some would call them crazy. But if murder weren't a crime, they'd be considered genius. So even though she thought she was complicated, and in her mind she might very well be, she wasn't. She was normal. Just as boring as the rest of the world. He hated it when people tried to make themselves out to be something they weren't. Call him an asshole or whatever you'd like. He had a knack for seeing the negative sides of people as well as the positive. Max couldn't help but wish there was just one woman around who was as caring and passionate as his mother. She was the most amazing woman in the world. He'd heard that his obsession with finding a woman as great as his mother was the reason he hadn't had a serious relationship in years. He took a second to look at the drawing he'd been working on. It was finished. Nearly. He still had to add some details but he'd do that later when he could focus better on it. Right now he was kind of distracted. Wondering why this girl felt the need to keep on coming back at him in such an angry way. He figured by now she would have figured out that coming at him the way he came at you was the wrong way to carry a conversation with Max. If you took the time to be kind to him, then he would change his attitude toward you. It was kind of like he made people earn the appearance of his nice side. He figured she probably took him all wrong. Most people did. He wouldn't hold it against her.

He laughed when she told him he needed to clean his ear out. How did that make any sense. If he thought she was being louder than she was then obviously his ears must be too clean. Any kind of raise in voice was considered yelling to Max. And she had raised her voice. Maybe she had a different definition...but then again they had probably been raised in two different households. His mother had never yelled. She was a very calm woman. Max rubbed his forehead before closing his sketchbook and looking at Abilene. "Look, I don't feel like arguing. It's tedious and annoying. And to be honest it never gets anyone anywhere. Especially here. So why don't we just end it."

[/color] Max surveyed the piece of paper she had set on the table. He had thought about picking it up and looking but he wasn't that impolite. He wouldn't touch someone's belongings without asking. But he was curious. He left it alone though. She'd probably freak out if he even laid a finger on it. She probably hated him just because she didn't understand him. That is why he got along better with the staff members. Their job was to understand him so they always took time and were patient with him. There were other patients he got along with. Some he was even protective over. Like Evie. She was so innocent. Sure he was annoyed by her but if anyone ever tried to hurt her in any way he'd probably beat the shit out of them. Just because someone so pure and child-like should be left that way. She was blind to the bad things. Something most people wished they could be.

Max stood up, still glancing at the drawing every couple seconds. Max was allowed in the back yard, where the windows to the living room faced. It was the end of fall so everything outside looked dead. But he would go out there just to get quiet and clear his mind. It was fenced in. Real tall fences with barbed wire. Kind of like a prison. We went to one of the large windows, not the one where she was, another one and looked at the back yard. It was huge. There was a pool, a gazebo, basketball and tennis courts and a pavilion set up with picnic tables. Max would usually sit in the gazebo. Sometimes he could convince one of the staff members to give him a cigarette. But he hadn't craved a cigarette in a couple months. The privlidge of being able to go out there was important to him. Hence why he didn't feel like carrying on this argument. He had better things to do.[/blockquote][/blockquote]