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This is my first FanFiction, so read and review! Post Angel, but pre Nevermore. This is a one shot, so review! Tell me if you think it should be extended. Just for the record, I'm totally against Mylan. Rated T because I'm paranoid.
'Did you think that I was okay with you leaving? Did you think I was okay when you left? That I just got on with my life?'
No. No, no, no, no, no! My brain is sprinting. The hamsters must be working overtime. All I think about is Fang and Angel. Less so much Fang. Not really. I keep going back to when Fang and I 'met' again after he left. Why didn't I bite his head off? Why didn't I rip out his spine and beat him with it? Why didn't I yell at him until his eardrums popped? Why didn't I beg him to come back to me? Because I was pathetic. Still am. And he made me that way.
And Angel. My sweet, devious baby is dead.
These two people are so similar. Both are my closest family. Both promised me they'd never leave me and be with me always. Both are freakin' liars that throw promises around like pennies.
"Max?"
My name is Maximum Ride, and I am pathetic. You heard me. The once tough-as-nails, strong-as-a-rock Queen of Sarcasm is now pathetic.
"Max?"
No, I was not up in a tree again, wallowing in self-pity. I couldn't leave the flock again, couldn't withdraw into myself. There are 4 flock members, instead of 6. I couldn't let there be 3.
"Max."
No, Dylan is not officially one of the flock, but-
"Max!"
Gosh, who was that? I mean, can't a mutant winged girl have some privacy-
"Max! Earth to Maximum!"
I whipped around and snarled, "What do you want?" Right into Dylan's face.
Great. The one person in the world who hasn't left me, and I just spat in his face. Wait. Do I care how he feels? Yes- no, wait, huh? I'm so confused. Did I just admit that? I'm definitely so much more that just pathetic.
"Are you okay? Max?"
"Sure."
"Don't lie to me."
That ticked me off. Who did he think he was? "Okay," I said, "Don't pretend Angel's not dead. Don't forget about her. Don't ignore my crappy life and ruined heart. Is that what you want?"
To my surprise, he said, "Yes. Let it out. It's not healthy to box up your emotions."
"Don't 'It's not healthy', me!" I snap, "Crying is pathetic. I'm pathetic-"
"No, you're not. You're yelling at me just like the old Max."
"You have no idea, Dylan," I sigh.
"Believe me, I do."
Then he leans in closer and whispers, "I love you, Max."
I hold up my hand just as he is about to kiss me. I slowly shake my head. "Angel's not the only person on my mind right now.
Dylan shuffled away from me a little. "I have something to tell you, about Fang."
What now?
He sighed. "Although in his letter, he said he was leaving because he was distracting you from what you need to do, the real reason he left, is me."
I knew that, sort of. "What do you mean?"
He said nothing.
"I swear," I said through clenched teeth, fake patience, and exaggerated calmness, "If you don't tell me what exactly happened, I will personally rip out your spine and beat you with it."
"Better you than anyone else, huh?"
"Don't tempt me."
"Oh, alright. You know when you went to get Angel from Dr. Hans' house? Well, I told Fang he should leave because he was putting you in danger. You know, what with the 'he will die first' thing."
"And he listened?" I asked, outraged.
Dylan nodded.
"Get out of here! Go away!" I wanted to scream. But I didn't. I couldn't; all I could do was break into hysterics, sobbing like there was no tomorrow. Maybe there wasn't.
"Shh," Dylan said, "You'll be okay. Everything will be okay."
And for the first time ever, I hoped he was right. I really, really hoped.