Dead Anyway

Emily Odell doesn't have the best life. When a hurricane hits and kills the family she loves, it's even worse. In the aftermath, the item left in the rubble she's most interested in is a business card. Weird much? Well, the card has the address of some crazy old gypsy lady on it, and Emily gets the idea that this woman might have something to do with the odd fact that everyone in the house but her died. Meeting the gypsy has a death curse involved, and Emily is determined to make the last days of her life the most memorable. But will she have enough time before death?


10. Confessions

Half an hour later, we pull into Max's driveway. We get out of the car and go inside. "Hey, Max," says a breathtakingly beautiful girl who closely resembles Max. Beauty must be genetic. "Saved another homeless, I see." "This is Emily," he says. "Emily, meet my sister, Angela." "Hi, Angela," I say. "Hi, Emily." "Let me show you the Max Cave," he says, leading me into the den, which was obviously his bedroom. It was full of nerdy video games and movies, like Star Wars and Indiana Jones. I laugh. "It's great," I say truthfully. "Until your house is rebuilt, you live here," he orders firmly. I laugh nervously. He's not serious? "Max has developed an obsession with saving the world," says Angela, sticking her head in the door. "But there aren't any empty rooms, are there?" I ask. "No," he replies with a grin. "You sleep in this room." I'm mildly uncomfortable now. Yes, I love Max, but sleeping together? I think that's rushing it a bit. Besides, I don't even know if he loves me. He obviously cares about me, but are we more than friends? "I have to go cook dinner," Angela mutters, and leaves. Max jumps while he has the chance. "Emily?" "Yes?" "There's something I've been meaning to tell you." "Shoot." "I love you," he blurts. I do nothing but stare. Then, after what feels like minutes, I say, "I love you too." And then, before I knew what was happening, we were kissing. "Dinner's ready!" Angela shouts from the kitchen, making us both jump. Max presses his lips to mine with all the strength he can muster one last time and then walks out like nothing happened, which irritates me slightly. Instead of doing something that was the icing on the cake, he knocked the cake on the floor.

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