Okay, so here is the story that most of you guys have been wanting to read for like, ever or so? Right? Sure. Well, I'm sorry to say that out of the ten or so entries, only three could have been picked. And they have. SoraBane01, magicmehome, and EdwardAddict, congratulations for being the winners!!!! But, some of the characters, you won't meet until very late in the story.. sorry. I've been wanting to write this story for some time, and I am very excited to start writing it!
Enjoy!
Rainxface
PS: I don't own the OC's, MR, but I do own the plot. Nor do I own any of the bands that are ever mentioned in this story. Or Pop-Tarts.
Chapter 1:
Fang and I were sitting in my room, discussing who we thought were the best bands for rock music. Neither of us really had a care for anything other than rock-alternative stuff.
Wait – you guys are probably lost. Okay, it's been two years since the Germany episode. Since then, the flock and I have bought a house in the beautiful California mountains. Out house is three stories high; first floor holding the kitchen, den, garage, and movie room; second floor was Angel's, Nudge's, and Gazzy's rooms; Iggy's, Fang's, and my room are on the third. And none of us went to school – too risky after Virginia.
"I say it's My Chemical Romance," Fang argued. "Have you heard the CD 'Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge'?"
"No way! It's Paramore. Hayley just has that powerful voice," I opinioned. He just wouldn't listen.
"How about Roses Are Red?" he suggested. He knew we both liked them.
"Maybe. But I still say Paramore. Besides, no other band can have a romance like Hayley and Josh."
"It's about quality, not relationship status," Fang debated. True, he had me there, but I still just wanted another reason for Paramore.
"Oh, come on! Think about it this way: if Hayley and Josh have a baby, they would be more stuff for them to sing about and it could live up to it's parents' band name: Paramore, meaning 'secret love' in French." Okay, now I was completely off topic.
"Okay, but what if it broke up the band? There would no longer be a Paramore." Damn logic.
"Then Panic! at the Disco would take their place as best band ever. Simple," I pointed out. Oh, I so had him with Panic!
"Sounds good to me," he surrendered. "What time is it?" He looked at my clock on my dresser. 2:14 a.m. Where had the time gone? We couldn't have been at that for six hours!
"We should probably go to sleep now," I declared, getting up to go lay in my bed. "Good night." I have him a hug that felt like three years – just the way I like them.
"Night, Max," Fang whispered, walking my door, turning off my light, and closing my door.
I got in bed, laying there thinking about Fang. It was hard to explain us. Sure, two years ago Fang had kissed me in the cave, but ever since we were reunited on that eastern beach, we had grown closer together. He opened up to me a lot; we talked about something random every night. I knew how I felt about him: more than a best friend, way closer to a soul-mate. I knew how her felt about me; Angel didn't need to tell me that for me to figure it out.
I was just being stubborn and waiting for him to make the move.
I stared at the ceiling for a while longer, dwelling on the subject of Fang, before actually going to sleep.
AG&AV
The next morning, I woke up early. Well, normal for me, but it seems early. I crept into the kitchen quietly down the stairs and grabbed a packet of Pop-Tarts. I turned on the TV to listen for any news that would actually be worth listening to.
As every morning, everything was peaceful in our house except the quiet voices of the newscasters. I sat on the counter, eating my Pop-Tarts, half paying attention to the news, half to listen for anyone who might have gotten up early.
Five minutes later, Fang walked down the stairs, moving quietly and swiftly.
"Good morning," I greeted, handing him a packet of Pop-Tarts.
"Good morning," he grumbled while nodding his head in thanks. He opened his packet and leaned next to where I was sitting. "You'd think after being up until 2 a.m., you'd at least get up after 6 a.m." I chuckled.
"It's hard for me to get up after 6. Besides, it became habit for me to get u pearly and keep track of everyone," I explained.
"Max, that was two years ago. You don't have to worry anymore. Nothing will happen. I promise," Fang lectured me. He was almost staring at me with disbelief.
"Hey, old paranoia habits die hard," I said, giving his shoulder a slight nudge. He nudged me back, and that started our early morning nudge fight. I was laughing so hard.
"Okay, stop," I said between gasps of air from laughing. He shrugged and started watching the news. Something must have been wrong with the world – seriously wrong – because Fang was almost in a trance.
"Fang?" I waved my hand in front of his face. He shooed it away. I started listening to what the newscasters were talking about.
"…and early yesterday morning, over half of school's attendance were missing. Why hadn't any of the students showed up is unknown. Some of the parents have also been reported missing. Teachers, too, were announced absent, but…" I turned to look at Fang. He was already looking for answers in his eyes.
I was just about to answer with, "I don't know," when our door bell rang.
That was chapter one. Please tell me how much you like the story so far, because that will help me sooooooo much. And I wonder who is at the door… hmm. :)
Please review, and some of the reviews could be addressed to the OC creators once you meet them.
Love,
rainxface
