Max Mills was your 21-year-old boyfriend, you had both met in grade school and went from best friends to lovers in an instant. His family loved you like their own, Harvey (His twin) teased you constantly, Tilly (who is 14 and his younger sister) and you got along because you were both girls, you always teased Leo just like they all did, Sara (his mother) loved you to death because she loved the way you took care of Max, and Paul (his father) was just grateful somebody truly loved his son.

Max was in a way... like a puppy. He loved to play, that was his way of telling someone he loved them. No matter if that was play fighting, wrestling, teasing, or tackling. He also just loved to be around you sometimes even on top of you from how much he loved you. His love for you was like the sun's love for the sky. You were his sunshine and his rain. His family was his air, especially his little sister Tilly.

Today marks Max's 22nd birthday. Everyone woke up at the crack of dawn to set up everything for his birthday. It was 4 am when Tilly and Harvey crept into the room to wake you up for help. They tapped your shoulder and when you woke up they realized you were practically trapped... Max had basically been lying on top of you and smothering you, snoring loudly, and drooling in your hair. So instead they put you in charge of keeping him asleep until 6 am when his alarm will ring. You heard the soft shuffling downstairs and the door opening, most likely to let Dobby in.