Max has always been a good child, always. He played football, followed the rules, went to church, helped out- especially when it came to his family.

Girls loved him, it was difficult not to especially when he had a charming smile and amazing looks. He had light brown hair and brown eyes, not to mention his abs and muscles. Undeniably he was perfect on paper.

However, his life began to spiral slowly. His parents fighting which messed with his sleeping, which got his energy low and he began missing practice. All his A’s dropping to C’s from stress, no one understood- besides you.

Max met you in his math class a few weeks ago. He liked you, a lot- but as a friend. He wasn’t into you. That’s too stressful to even think of. He wasn’t into guys. Right?