"Crap," Max breathed as he shot up from his seat so quickly that it wobbled on its legs and almost fell over. But neither of us noticed the subtle precarious fate of the chair as Max tugged on our still entwined hands and pulled me to my feet.

"Who is it?" I whispered, sudden deep fear twisting my insides.

"Doesn't matter. You need to hide," Max said tensely, his hand tight around my fingers, as he pulled me up the stairs.

I focused my eyes on my feet as his quick pace almost made me lose my footing. It felt like he was basically lifting me up the stairs, my feet barely touching the steps, and we reached the second floor in no time.

From downstairs, I heard the faint buzz of the car engine turning off and my breath froze on my dry tongue. I would have been paralyzed on the top landing of those stairs if Max hadn't been in charge of moving my body. My feet stumbled across black tiled flooring and I ungracefully bumped into Max as he abruptly stopped and pulled a door open.

Still holding onto my hand, he grabbed my free elbow with his other hand and essentially reversed my body into a small dark compartment. Thick fabrics brushed against my back and I realized that I was in some kind of walk-in closet. I made the mistake of looking up into Max's eyes and noticed the fear there, which instantly destroyed any small piece of calmness I might have had left.

A car door slammed shut outside the house. I was rooted to the floor, staring at Max. He hesitated, then leaned in and briefly brushed my cold forehead with his lips.

Pulling back, he whispered gently, "Don't be scared."

At a loss for words, I nodded.

He mustered up a small smile, but I could tell from the way it failed to reach the crinkles around his eyes that it was mostly put on for my benefit. "I'll be right back."

I nodded again as he stepped back, closed the door and cloaked me in darkness.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. It was less claustrophobic to have your eyes closed, not having to see how small the space was or how the clothes around you were leaning towards you, soaking up your oxygen.

I heard Max rush down the stairs and clearly heard the sound of dishes being moved (he was removing traces of a second person being here), before the front door opened.


I clenched my fists and squeezed my eyes even tighter at the monotone voice of Max's father. I'm sure there was supposed to be surprise in Mr. Evans' voice, but maybe it took an extra effort for an alien to actually add emotions to his voice.

"Oh, hi," Max answered easily, the surprise very evident in his voice however. "I thought I heard a car."

"What are you doing here? It's late."

There was a pause before Max answered calmly, "Not that late. I'm studying. I have this big test coming up and Isabel was bugging me."

"You didn't have to come all the way out here just to study," Mr. Evans said, his voice still plain and lacking inflections. It was impossible to read anything out of the sound of his voice. "You should have just told your mother or me that she was bothering you and we would have told her to leave you alone."

"I know," Max muttered. "I just... I lost it."

Mr. Evans sighed loudly. "You have to learn to control your temper, Max. It's getting you into a lot of trouble lately."

"Yeah," Max mumbled evasively and I wondered if his father was including me in his 'trouble' reference.

"And I'm not gonna tell you again; you should really let us know when you drive away like this. You'll make your mother worry."

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