"Y/N! You get back here! I'm not finished with you!" I never looked back until I got in the car. I managed to pack all of my belongings the night before, I packed the rest today during an argument.

The courage to leave him is something I'd never thought I'd have. My now ex boyfriend used to be perfect, but our relationship turned sour.

I let him get away with cheating on me, but when he hit me, I had enough. That's why I grabbed my stuff and walked out.

I could've defended myself, I may not be a wrestler like all my other friends, but I know how to check someone if they step out of line.

Anyways, I kept driving and driving until I was two towns over, I parked at a simple hotel, I texted my best friend, to tell them what happened.

They texted back, asking what hotel I was at, saying they would be there in about an hour.

I got in the room, and looked in the mirror, my face was looking red, eyes puffy, mascara smeared.

I could've fell asleep in the clothes I had on right now, but I changed anyway.

I found black Adidas joggers and a white cropped spaghetti strap. I know, very basic, but I don't fell like looking cute right now. My hair, I kept it as is.

I had checked my phone, there were so many texts from my ex. I blocked him, knowing it would hurt me more, and almost right after I did, I heard a knock on my door.

I got up to answer it. I opened the door to see my best friend, Maxwell Jacob Friedman in front of me.

He rushed to hug me and as soon as he did I broke down in tears.

"Hey hey, its okay." He whispered. Those words calmed me down, and we pulled away.

On T.V it seems like hes the worst guy ever. He even says, "I'm better than you, and you know it." And he just seems like hes not nice at all. But really, sometimes you're right. LIKE ONCE EVERY 3 MONTHS OKAY.

But then I tell him to watch it and he remembers to me hes Maxwell and not MJF.

We sat on the bed when he said, "I wanna know what happened, in full detail. Now."

I started from the beginning.

Flashback

I was arguing with BF/N yet again, over him cheating, yet again. "If you were really my girlfriend you would understand I made a mistake!" I widened my eyes. "A?! This is the 7th time this has happened BF/N! I'm tired of it!" I snapped back.

"Will you just shut up acting like you know it all?!" He responded. "Get bent, and go to hell right after!" And as soon as I said that, I felt a cracking, burning slap hit my face.

I looked up at him, "Did you just-" the same feeling happened again, and that's when I had enough, I went upstairs to pack my things. He tried to stop me. I walked out of there. And left my heart behind.

Flashback over

He stood up and paced around the room, repeating, "I'm gonna kill him." Over and over again. I stood up to calm him down, you could see the anger in his eyes. "Can we please just go to sleep? I can't take anymore of this today."

He was about to just give up, but he said, "Do you even have anywhere to go?" I looked down, "Well, not exactly."

"Then its settled, you can live with me." He said, clearly not taking no for an answer.

My eyes widened. "What?" "Why not? We're best friends."

I just smiled, because he was right. And he actually cared. I just nodded, and he smiled back.

A/N youngbois - the snacc that smiles back

We climbed into bed, no weird stuff. But I said something we used to always say, "Hey Maxwell?" He turned to look at me, "Yeah?" "Don't fall in love with me." I said.

"Don't count on it." He said back.

I fell asleep, knowing I no longer had to worry about BF/N coming home drunk after cheating.

The next morning

I woke up, and looked over at Max, snoring as loudly as he could, like always. "Hey, hey best friend." I whispered. He didn't wake up. "Hey! Max!" I said a little louder, I grabbed a pillow and wacked him with it, "MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN!" And of course, he didn't wake up.

I got out of bed and grabbed one of those coffee cups and filled it with water, very cold may I add.

I poured it on his face and he jerked awake, "What the frick Y/N?!"

"You didn't wanna wake up." I shrugged.

"So you couldn't have just lightly shook me awake?" "I wacked you with a damn pillow!" He just shut up and got out of bed.

I got my stuff and packed it up. I would change, but I'd rather keep my pajamas on.

We checked out and I put my stuff in my car. I followed his car to his apartment.

We walked inside and I walked to his guest room. I knew my way around his place so it was easy to find. I started unpacking my stuff when I heard a soft knock on the door, "How's the unpacking going?" He asked, "Good, ya know." He started helping me and reached for one bag.

I quickly realized which one it was, "NOT THAT BAG!" I tried to snatch it, but he opened it anyway, "Wow, really? I've seen a bra before, Y/N." I felt my face get hot, but he proceeded to unpack it anyway.

There were a few minutes of awkward silence when I said, "It's gonna be like that one vine."

He looked confused, "And they were roommates," I started, "Oh my god they were roommates." We said together. That got us laughing.

He looked at me, "Why did you stay with him for so long?" I shrugged, "I don't even know."

He shook his head, "He's a dickhead."

"Got that right." I responded, cause he was absolutely right. He walked over to me and put his hands on my shoulders, "Listen Y/N, in all seriousness. I'm glad you left when you did, who knows, if you didn't, things could've gotten worse. And I care about you, ya know."

I felt my cheeks get hot, "I care about you too. Thank you for taking me in. I probably still would be in that hotel if I didn't have you. Didn't text you I mean."

We just looked at each other, he broke the silence, "You wanna get lunch soon?" "Oh my God we're roommates." He laughed, "I'll take that as a yes."

He walked towards the door, "Hey, Max?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't fall in love with me."

"Don't count on it, Y/N."