(I have no clue why but I had the urge to create book five! How original! (Hint sarcasm) So I basically came up with an intro and I think I'll build from there. Oh yeah, this story takes place in real places. No joke! It's right at the center of Google Earth.)
Max POV (Just for JP)
We were soaring happily amongst the sky, and for no reason, everyone seemed happy to be out in danger again. Well, except Fang, who was impassive as usual.
But I knew he was happy. As happy as Fang gets. But he looked troubled, too. I wondered what was wrong.
"Max, I'm hungry!" Complained Nudge. Wow. Didn't see that one coming.
"We have to wait until we get to…Hey voice, What were the coordinates again?" I asked the voice.
38 degrees north, 95 degrees west. The voice replied patiently.
"English?" I asked. Where the heck was that?
Kansas. In Lawrence.
"What's there?" I asked. All I ever heard about Kansas was farms.
I waited. No answer. Okay, maybe this voice wasn't Jeb. But whoever it was, they were sure annoying. Giving me riddles all the time. Jeez.
"Okay Nudge, we have to get to Kansas. Then you can eat." I said, now knowing what the heck I was talking about.
"Okay." She said. A one word sentence. That can mean two different things. One, she's Fang in disguise, or two, it's a sign of the apocalypse.
Either way, we were going to Kansas, hungry or not.
Fang flew over next to me.
"Hey," He said casually.
"Hey. Or as you'd say it, sup." I replied.
"Hey Max," He began.
"Yeah?"
He paused. What was up with him?
"Never mind." He said, quickly looking away.
"What? What is it?" I asked. He was hiding something…
"Nothing." He stated firmly.
"C'mon. Say it."
"I said nothing!" He almost shouted. He flew back to his original 'spot.'
So close! Darn it! Angel.
So close what? I asked.
He was about to admit it!
Out with it girl!
Remember when we went to that football game a few months ago?
Um…Yeah?
Here, I'll send you a flashback…
And before I knew it, I was there. I was at that football game, with no control over my body. I really hated that sort of thing.
"Max?" Angel looked up at me. I really had to get these kids a bath soon, I realized, looking at her limp blonde curls.
"Yes honey? You hungry?" I started to wave down a hot-dog vendor.
"No. I mean, yeah, I'll take two hot dogs, and total wants two too—but I meant, it's okay."
"What's okay?"
"Everything." She looked up at me earnestly. "Everything will be okay, Max. We've come this far—we're supposed to survive. We'll survive, and you'll save the world, like you're supposed to."
Well, reality just shows up sometimes, doesn't it?
"I'm not comfortable in this stadium." I explained, trying to look calm.
"I know. And you hate Fang looking at those girls. But we're still having fun, and Fang still loves you, and you'll still save the world. Okay?"
The last words still echoed as I realized I was flying and not at the football game at all.
Instead I was realizing what 'nothing' meant. He was about to admit he loved me. So Angel didn't make it up.
I had to do some thinking about that boy. But I'd have to do it later. We were about to land in Lawrence.