Max's POV:
         He sighs.  He knew she was not ready yet.

          He has a sudden flashback.

       "Max's  Flashback..."

          "So here is the plan," Max whispers about his great idea to Mylene.

       He lets a few other people know about it too. He could use help to make it all work.

      He cannot wait to see the look on Alix's face. He is so excited he could burst.

      He hands a few cards out to the others and remains with flowers in hand.

        Now all he has to do is wait for Alix to show up, and he can ask her.

      Max waits and waits.  Alix never shows up. He frowns.  He thanks everyone for their time.   Something is wrong, but what?  What could be keeping her?

      After school, he rushes over to her place and knocks on the door. No answer.  He lifts the rug, sees the key, and shakes his head.  He opens the door. He finds her unconscious in her room.

     "Alix, it is  Max, now wake up!"

      He shakes her. No response. He drops the flowers and picks her up.

       He takes her out to his car and places her inside. He locks her door back.   He puts the key in a different spot.

          He drives to the hospital. He paces the floor as he waits to hear from the doctor.

     "We ran some tests, and have no idea, why your friend passed out."

        "We will keep you posted, Max Kante."

 " End of Flashback..."

         Max shakes his head. Why should he remember that horrid day now?  Maybe, it is because he took her home today, and he still worries about her.  Yes, that must be it.  He wishes he could have prepared himself for this moment. How could he?  It was a year later, and his plan had felled.   

        He hopes this doesn't mean he lost.   He mustn't give up. He is Max Kante, and he should know by now just because life throws you a curve ball does not mean it is the end.  He smiles. Yes, he will find another way to let her know. He is not sure how or when. He knows he will, and it will be great.

       the story continues in Chapter 9  (Alix's  POV)

      Until then, bye-bye, little owlets!

  Summer out!