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MARCH 2ND OF 2018 is one of those days in my life I hate talking about and decide to pretend as if it never happened. It was the day Keith Jones, who had a good hold of my heart, decided to squeeze it dry and leave it broken. I was crying all night because of him, and it was so bad that Aunt Tessa had to come over all the way from her place in London.

I've mentioned before that Keith Jones was this guy I used to really, really like that I changed everything about myself just to be "good enough" for him. I was young and naive, so when he wanted to "test the waters" with me, I said yes. Little did I know that that was fuckboy language for "I'll pretend to date you because I pity you."

Keith was, what you can probably imagine best as, a boy straight out of Grease. He had this whole old school vibe, he was such an old soul, he wore this leather jacket that made him look so fit and under that he'd wear a plain white shirt that was a little too tight but just enough to show his abs. And he rode a motorbike! He was almost every girl's dream guy, and I was one of those girls who went gaga over him. We became close after being in a lot of classes together and we got paired up for a science project. I saw that as my edge to finally make my move on him.

I was one of the smart girls in class that year, yet I was too naive and too blind to realise that Keith was just after my smarts all along. But he was able to get me wrapped around his finger for months. It all started early in December 2017. I started changing the way I dressed and acted just to please him, just to prove to him that I was girlfriend material.

I can make a list of all the arguments Summer, Harvey, Max, and I had just because of him. They tried so hard to tell me against Keith but I was too stubborn to listen. I became the It Girl because Keith Jones decided to take me out on dates and bring me along his hangouts with his friends. I won more than I asked for—I got the boy and I got the fame.

But I was in a bad place the whole time I was trapped in Keith's game. I felt bad for ditching Summer and the boys, I felt like I wasn't myself, I felt like people hated me, and worst of all, I felt like I was making a terrible decision. On March 2nd, he decided to end the game and tell me that I wasn't ever going to be the right girl for him. He told me that I shouldn't even want to be that girl. He basically told me that I should stay out of his life. It hurt like hell. His words stung and pierced through me like a hundred swords and bullets. He knew he was a bad influence and he admitted that he was just using me and that he was guilty. He ended things because he had gone too far and he didn't want to hurt me more than he already did. Sure he was just trying to do me good, but he got all of his means to an end completely wrong.

After breakfast on March 3rd of 2018, I went straight back to bed and curled up under my sheets. I had a pile of homework to do but I was too sad to move a muscle. You know how when you get your heart broken so bad that you feel like every movement would just break your heart even more? I was like that.

As I tried to go back to sleep, I heard my door creak open followed by the strumming of a guitar. I didn't have to guess who it was. I knew all too well that it was Max who was coming to the rescue. He was always the one checking up on me and picking me up without fail during the whole time I was with Keith.

"Hey Charles, don't make it bad," He sang as he walked up my stairs. "Take a sad song and make it better,"

I peeped from under my covers and saw Max smiling goofily back at me. A smile was tugging up my lips that I quickly hid under the covers again. He was singing Hey Jude by the Beatles, a song the two of us loved at the time.

"Remember to let me into your heart. Then we can start to make it better." He continued singing. "Hey Charles, don't be afraid. You were made to go out and slay the whole world."

I smiled at his rendition of the song. He tweaked up the lyrics of Hey Jude to cheer me up that morning. As I kept fighting the urge to smile and take my head out from under the covers, I felt the foot of my bed dip and knew Max sat down in front of me.

"The minute he broke your heart and left you, then you begin to make it better." He sang with a smile evident in his voice. It was a teasing smile that was forcing me to show my face even without saying those words.

"And anytime you feel the pain, hey Charles, refrain. Don't carry the world upon your shoulders." He sang. I peeped a little and he sent a smile at me before I hid again.

"For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool by making his world a little colder." He sang before coughing and saying something between coughs. "Like Keith, ehem, Keith is a jerk, ehem sorry."

This made me laugh that I laughed loud enough for him to hear me. I put a hand over my mouth and laughed quietly.

"Come on, Charlie, come out of there." He said before singing again. "Hey Charles, don't be so down. You're a pretty girl, so show me that good ol' smile."

This got me and I finally slowly lifted the sheets from over my head and smiled at my best friend. He smiled and his eyes lit up causing me to smile a little more.

"There you are!" He cheered. "Remember that we are all for you. So now let's start to piece you together."

"So let him go and let us in. Hey Charles, come smile. You deserve the whole world and more." He continued to sing and play his guitar. "And don't you know you're beautiful. Hey Charles, you'll do. That boy ain't worth all of your tears."

"Na na na, na, na," He smiled then turned to me. "Sing with me after this part."

"Hey Charles, don't be so sad. We love you so much and you deserve to smile. Remember that you're beautiful the way you are, then you'll begin to feel much better." Then he turned and signaled me. "Here we go!"

"Better better better better better ahhh!" We sang together.

"There's my best friend!" Max beamed as he strummed happily.

We sang the Na Na Na parts until I sat up and started joining him in bopping and slightly dancing to his tune. He ended the song with a final strum then smiled at me. I clapped for him as he took his guitar off of him and placed it on my bed.

"Thank you for coming. Thank you for that lovely song." I smiled at him, my eyes hurting from too much crying the night before.

"Thank you for being strong and showing me that smile of yours." He smiled back.

We smiled at each other and enjoyed that solemn silence between us before we collided in a hug. Max's arms around me made me feel so safe and so secure. After many hugs from mum, dad, Alfie, and Aunt Tessa, it was like Max's hug was the finally piece of the puzzle that finally made me feel like my broken pieces were sticking back together again. When we let go, he smiled at me and held my hands carefully.

"I brought graham biscuits. What do you say about spending the rest of the day making and eating graham balls?" He beamed. This caught me as I nodded with wide eyes.

"Oh you bet!" I exclaimed.

He chuckled and stood up before helping me get to my feet. I hugged him one more time before we headed down to make graham balls. Max and I spent the rest of that day doing what he said while working on our homework and studying for some of our classes. He took care of me and he helped me pick up right where I left off. He knew me so well that he was able to pick up my remaining broken pieces and put me back together again. For that, I am and always will be so grateful for him.