Zack went inside his and Matthew's room. He looked out the window and noticed that Max was passed out. He shook his head, and he sat down the bed next to his friend.

  "You ready to go home?" Zack asked Matthew. The curly haired boy looked at him and nodded. "Yeah."

  Zack nodded. "Alright, we'll leave tomorrow. In the meantime, I'll find a ride for us."

  Matthew nodded once again.

  ..............................

  That night, Max decided to in stay in a different inn , far away from Zack. He sighed to himself, and drank the bottle by his bedside.

  He drank, and he drank, and he drank. Until there was nothing but a drop.

  Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings.

  He tired to so hard to drown out the conversation between him and Zack earlier that day.

  Why does that blondie have such compassion in his heart for a rotten kid like him?

  Why?

  How stupid IS he?

  How stupid am I?

  Max groaned, and found himself getting up. He swayed as he walked toward the door. He was so shit-faced he wasnt walking in a straight line.

  Suddenly, the voice inside drowned out his train of thought.

  Why am I even doing this to myself? He wondered.

  Was Zack right? Was he not worthless after all?

  How can he prove that?

  He walked back to the inn he once stayed, and went upstairs and knocked on the door to Zack's room. When Zack opened the door, he was shocked to see Max.

  The drunken boy looked at him. Before he could speak, Zack let him in. Max looked around the room. "Where's.....Matthew?"

  "He decided to take your old room."

  Max nodded.

  Zack put some extra blankets on the floor, and a pillow. Max looked at him with both confusion and gratitude.

  Why was he doing this for me?

  He knelt down, until Zack grabbed his arm and pulled him back up. "No, you're taking my bed."

  Max dropped onto the bed and crashed.

  .....................