This could probably use some editing but frankly, don’t really like it enough to keep going over it.
it goes on
Jason Morgan and Maxie Jones
If there was anything in the world that Jason absolutely did not have time for, it was this. This, out of everything else that was piling up and twisting together into the huge mess that had avalanched into his life, pricked at his nerves more than anything and he had to take a deep breath.
“Spinelli’s not here, Maxie.” Jason said. His fingers itched to rub across his face. What did Spinelli call it – a facepalm?
“Oh, uh…” Maxie darted past him anyway, taking steps around the room, craning her head this way and that like maybe Spinelli was hiding in the fireplace. “Well, I can wait for him. I’ve been trying to get a hold of him but his cell keeps going to voice mail and he hasn’t responded to my emails which is weird and-“
“-Maxie.” Jason cut her off. He just did not have time for this. Not now, not today. He definitely didn’t have the patience. “Spinelli doesn’t want to talk to you.”
“I know!” Maxie assured him. Her hands wrung worriedly around the straps to her purse. “I know he’s mad, but if I could just talk to him and explain – obviously I miscalculated what his reaction would be. Jason, please. If you could just ask him to –“
“No. No way.” Jason put his hands up. “Maxie, do you even understand why he’s upset with you?”
There was a serial killer on the loose and Jason was playing relationship counselor to Maxie Jones. Unbelievable.
Maxie gave him an affronted look and, despite his internal pleas, sat daintily on the edge of the couch. “Of course I do. He’s mad because he saw me kissing Matt Hunter.”
First off, Jason didn’t think mad was the right word to describe Spinelli, but that wasn’t really the point. “Maxie….” It didn’t matter how many times he’d been pulled into a conversation like this with someone – with Carly-, it never got any easier for him to find the words.
Coming home, Jason had just known from the second he saw Spinelli that it was going to be something like this. “You really hurt Spinelli with some of the things you’ve done. First Franco, and now this.”
Maxie sucked in a gasp and frowned at him. “We got over Franco, Spinelli forgave me!”
“Yeah.” Jason agreed. “And you were lucky for that, plenty of guys wouldn’t have let it go.
You…you got a second chance from Spinelli and now you’ve taken it for granted.”
Jason watched Maxie grasp for words, shaking her head. “ I didn’t…I didn’t want to hurt him! I just-I wanted him to-to…”
“To what?” Jason asked. “To start following you around again? I thought you hated that. You wanted him to -what- court you, or something? You two are already married – non-married -, don’t you think it’s a little past that.”
“It was really stupid, Maxie, and cruel. And I-I can’t speak for Spinelli, I can’t tell you what he’s feeling, but I think he’s just had enough of…of all that.”
“Well, I—“ Maxie’s lower lip wobbled and she stared fiercely at her lap. “I ruined everything, didn’t I?”
Jason heaved a sigh and leaned against his desk. “I can’t tell you that, Maxie, but I hope that you look at realize how ridiculous you’ve been.” She gave him a hurt look and he shrugged it off. Like Carly hadn’t given him the same a million times. “Come on. You haven’t even been acting like you’re in a committed relationship.”
Exasperation is probably the key emotion here. But he can’t deny that there’s anger there as well. Spinelli is his friend, and even though Jason doesn’t always take the time to notice it, he’s a good guy. Good enough to deserve get the girl he wanted more than anything and have it work out, not end like this.
“But…I love Spinelli, Jason. And he is good for me and…and…” Maxie sniffled, wiping her cheeks.
Jason sighed. “Why did you sleep with Franco? Why are you doing all this that Hunter guy, if you love Spinelli so much?”
“I-I don’t know….” Black mascara smeared just a bit, and Maxie wiped it carefully, looking at the black smudges on her fingertips. She’s hardly even looked at Jason at all.
“I can’t tell you what to do.” That was a rule. What people did was their own choice, that’s why Jason never understood why people were always so eager to get advice from him.
“We were good together.” Maxie whispered. “We had fun and Spinelli was so nice to me, no matter what I did, but then it just…”
“He deserved better than being strung along while you played games, Maxie.” He chided her. “You can’t expect him to want to go back to a relationship with you when he can’t even trust you to not turn right around and do something like this again.”
Maxie cleared her throat and stood up. “I just have to make it up to him, that’s all. I won’t see Matt again and I’ll…I’ll do whatever Spinelli wants me to do.”
“Maxie!” Jason rubbed his hand through his hair, frustrated. “I’m not saying you don’t love Spinelli, or that he doesn’t love you. But if you aren’t in love with him, you should have told him a long time ago.”
She gave him a long look. “Spinelli’s the best thing that ever happened to me, alright? And I’m not letting him go just because I…I made some stupid mistake. Now if you’ll excuse me…”
Jason let her brush past, but put his hand on the door when she reached the knob. “I know you’re not a bad person, Maxie. Just – think about what you’re doing, first. Even if you get Spinelli to forgive you, don’t do it if you think you’re just going to wind up here again. It’s not fair to him.”
Maxie’s shoulders hunched and he thought of how she looked on the couch, face to face with consequences too big for her to accept, but from behind it looked something like determination. Over her shoulder the sharp cut of her hair matched the line of her mouth that curled, forcefully, into a smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll be better this time. I won’t screw it up again.”
His hand fell away when she twisted the doorknob and tugged and he crossed his arms as he watched her all the way to the elevator. There were so many things going on that were pretty much matters of life and death and this, this wasn’t one of them. But that didn’t make it any simpler.
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