Hi everyone, merry Christmas, happy new year, etc. You guys know the drill.
Enjoy this new one, hope u like-ee.
~Flockgrl18
IMPORTANT INFO: Max, Fang, Iggy, Sam, Dylan=24 yrs; Nudge=21 ( and IF THEY ARE IN HERE, most likely NOT: The Gasman= 18, Angel=16).
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(BTW, Fang's kinda OOC in the way that I had to make him a little bit talkative. But I kept his feelings towards Max, which totally drives this story. Please still read?)
MPOV
"Yeah, is this Max?" the guy asked.
Me, being in the crappy mood I'm in, replied with a sharp: "Depends. Who wants to know?"
"Sorry. Name's Fang—the Reverend's nephew. He gave me your number."
NO KIDDING? "Really, now?" I replied sarcastically.
"Yeahhh. Its weird. I know."
"Yyyup."
I could tell he was attempting to make conversation. "Well… My Uncle's a bit of an oddball like that. I mean, he just shoves this number in my hands, tells me to go out with this hot girl and—" he paused and I ALMOST laughed. Almost. I think he groaned, but it was muffled. Probably covering up the phone. Now this is good.
In the background I heard some other guy howl with laughter. "Nice one, man. Totally starting off great."
Fang called out, "Shut up, Ig." Once he came back to me, he said, "You know, maybe this is a bad time to ask you out. When's a better time to call you back?"
"Well…" I pretended to think about it. "Never. Never would be the. best. time. ever."
And I hung up before he could put in another word.
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Now you must all be thinking, "Whoa Whoa Whoa! Hold the phone! You totally just shot down someone who might be the hottest guy to ask you out, and you say NO straight off? Tsk Tsk, talk about messed up…:"
Well no, not quite… Lets rewind a bit, shall we?
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+About 3 weeks earlier+
9:00 AM. My work at New York, New York's Adoption Center's Main Office building. (Center itself located next door)
I spun in a slow circle in my chair behind my desk; nothing to do and happy about it.
Monique, a.k.a Nudge, a fellow colleague (and practically my sister) who's desk was behind me, stood up with an annoyed huff and came up to me. "Okay Max, why're you SO happy. What's going on?" She demanded, sitting on the edge of my desk. She hated being out of the loop.
"I am not "SO happy"." I protested, spinning once again in my chair.
She scoffed, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. "Max, you're glowing."
That stopped my spinning. "I am most certainly not glowing."
She grinned. "Like a lava lamp," she added; seeing my face, she laughed. "I'm serious! What's going on? Spill it!"
"Okay fine. I give!" She excitedly rolled her chair over to sit in front of me. I clasped my hands together and leaned forward, as if exposing a secret.
I spoke quietly. "'Kay. So. You know how Sam is taking me on a date tonight, right?" She nodded quickly. "Weeeeeeeellllll, I think its going to happen!"
She gave me a puzzled face. "'It'?"
"IT!'
Her face finally lit up and she put her hands over her mouth in excitement! "Oh my gosh—it! Are you absolutely, positively sure he's gonna do it?"
"Sweetie, we've dated for almost two years," I replied. "I'm pretty sure. I mean, he told me he had something really important to discuss with me."
"Oh. My. GOSH! I can't believe he's going to propose! AHHHH!" She squealed and pulled me into a hug.
I left the office that day thinking, 'Today I am single. Tomorrow, I—Maximum Ride—will be engaged!'
Boy, was I off.
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I dressed nice, but simple for tonight, leaving my long wavy hair down so it passed my chest. I had small black heels, short, though, 'cause I'm not really the girl who wears heels. I brought a teeny handbag to match my black dress…about, oh, thigh length.
Sam and I met that night at about 8 o'clock at a really, really fancy restaurant. Did I mention expensive? I bet a burger here was around two hundred dollars! But then again, this was a special night. It would be worth it.
So about ten minutes after we sat down in our chairs (sipping champagne), he pulled his chair a little bit closer to mine so he sat—somewhat—in front of me and out of the table's way.
He took my hand.
I smiled, screaming "YES!" in my head.
Of course, I didn't out loud. Totally un-Max. Max is calm, cool, and collected. So I said: "So. Are you going to tell me….whatever important thing it was that you were going to tell me?"
He laughed and looked at me. And Nudge said I was glowing; look at him! "Right on the spot, Max, as always. Well—"
I was practically sitting on the edge of my seat—and not because he was holding my hand in front of him. "Wait," I said, sipping my drink. I laughed and set it down. "Okay, im ready. Shoot."
"Max, I'm gonna come right out and say it."
I leaned my head towards him, gesturing him to continue.
"Well, I've been working as a Photographer for a couple years now,…" Aw, he is totally hinting that he is able to support a family. AW!
"And, well….."
Here it iiiiiiiis-
"I got it!" he said. Um. WHAT? "I got the promotion!"
I kept my smile up, but asked: "What promotion?"
"THE promotion, you know, what i have been working on trying reach in my career? The FROG Promotion!" he said, more excited. (Yeah, I forgot to mention... Sam's a photographer, and he's mainly been taking pictures of Frogs, thus, his excitement. Ugh. Slimy things!) "I got the government grant to go around the world!"
"Taking pictures of Frogs." I said slowly.
He leant forward, as if to tell me something of Top Secret Importance. "Frogs of the world!" He whispered loudly.
YOU JERKA**! i felt like saying. Instead, I quietly said: "Oh." I blinked rapidly, feeling like I've slapped. Oh GOD, PLEASE say something else, I pleaded in my mind, giving him a weak smile.
He didn't, but he was grinning. "What? Aren't you excited for me? You know I've been working on this my entire life!" His grin faltered a little when I didn't say anything else right away, but I quickly covered it up. "That's—uhm, that's great! I'm glad. Is that what you wanted to tell me?" Man, I cannot BELIEVE he just picked FROGS over ME.
He looked at me as if I was totally looney. "Yea—why, Max—"
I cut him off and looked anywhere but him. I can't believe I thought Sam would finally do it. He's so completely blind (not literally, of course) about most of our relationship, I can't believe I counted on this night to be it. "Nothing. I thought it was something else, that's all. But yea—im really happy for you, Sam." I put on another fake smile and swallowed hard.
Now he looked concerned. "Max…really….what—I mean, what did you think I was going to say."
I looked and pursed my lips. "Well, Sam-I wasn't thinking FROGS." I said, voice steely.
We sat in silence for about thirty seconds when Sam looked up at me with wide eyes, realization finally dawning on him. See? I told you. Totally blind. AND slow! "Oh God, Max. I-I'm sorry. This must look so—"
I cut him off again. "No, no; its okay. I'm probably thinking too far ahead or…or something..like that…" I tried. Then mentally slapped myself. Too far ahead? How much farther could we possible get, I mean HELLO? TWO YEARS seems like a looong while to me.
I grabbed my purse and set my drink aside. "I should go." I stood, and he did as well, but I left before he could stop me, tears well up in my eyes. By now the whole dining room was looking at us.
I heard him call after me, standing in the middle of the dining room, but I didn't come back.
You know what I was thinking at the moment?
I.
HATE.
FROGS.
Sam just made it official.
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Sorry I know this is short, but I have to get of pronto. :D hope you liked anyway! I'll post ASAP I promise. But I need at least 5 REVIEWS for the next chappie.
PLEASE REVIEW or I wont continue.
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BTW to get you guys going, She'll have three guys ask her to marry her. That's my main idea for the entire story. I based it off of a movie.
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