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Without further ado, here is chapter one of Your Voice.
I was driving through the snow covered roads on my way home from college, for Christmas break. It was going to be the same as every other year. We were going to Grandma and Grandpa's house on Christmas Eve for a big dinner with the entire family, and then the next morning we would open presents at our house.
The only reason I really wanted to go was because I missed my mom and my little siblings like crazy. My sister Angel turned six last month and my brother, Gazzy, would be turning ten in February. I hardly ever got to see them because it was a long drive from Minnesota, where I go to college, to Iowa.
I had already been driving for hours on end when I started to doze off, so I decided to turn on the radio in an attempt to keep me awake. Suddenly, Fang Night's voice rushed out of my speakers.
I started to sing along to every word of his Christmas song, Ho Ho Hopefully. (Possibly the cheesiest Christmas song title I've heard.)
December first I'm in a foreign state
I'm running late, I'm all alone
Wishing I was home with you, baby
She's got a way of making things okay
And when she's not around, when she's not around I'm going crazy
We like to talk about the plans we make
And things we say when we're together
I hope for better weather this year
But you my dear, need to know
This year I want you alone
Ho ho hopefully this holiday will make us believe that
We're exactly where we're supposed to be
And we're ho ho hoping that we all come back
And as a matter of fact I know
We're exactly where we're supposed to be
Together by this Christmas tree
We go together like the winter and a sweater
And she makes me feel, she makes me feel alive inside
And when I look into her eyes I see the blue and green like Christmas lights
Like Christmas lights, oh what a sight
She says I've got a way of making everything okay
She's not alone, she's not alone and never will be
Ho ho hopefully this year I want you alone
Ho ho hopefully this holiday will make us believe that
We're exactly where we're supposed to be
And we're ho ho hoping that we all come back
And as a matter of fact I know
We're exactly where we're supposed to be
Together by this christmas tree
Oh...
Woahh...
(Don't you know, this year I want you alone)
Baby, I want you alone!
Ho ho hopefully this holiday will make us believe that
We're exactly where we're supposed to be
(Exactly where we're supposed to be)
And we're ho ho hoping that we all come back
And as a matter of fact I know
I'm exactly where I need to be
With you by this Christmas tree (Woahh...)
Together just you and me
Together by the Christmas tree
"That was Fang Night with his hit Christmas single. Coming up next, we have…"I tuned out the DJs voice and thought about the song.
I know it's mental to think that you're falling in love with a famous singer, but that's how I feel. I don't mean that I'm like a crazy Bieber fan with posters all over my walls or anything. I'm not obsessedwith Fang Night; I just have a bit of a crush on him. Okay... a huge crush.
It's just the way that his long black hair falls over his dark eyes. His flawless olive skin, his strong sexy muscles… Ahem, never mind…
Of course, I know that nothing will ever happen between us. I mean, I probably won't ever even get to meet him. I live in a small town in Iowa, and he's off living the dream in California.
I just need to stop thinking about him. I shook off my thoughts of him and then started to concentrate on the road.
I stared blankly ahead watching as the dark, snow covered road was illuminated by the headlights of my car.
It was really relaxing to watch, actually. A little too relaxing. My eyes started to drift shut again and I realized with a start that I was about to swerve off the road into the ditch.
I caught myself in time and centered the car in the lane again. Wow, I really needed to stop somewhere for the night before I got in an accident.
I took out my phone to call my mom and let her know I wouldn't get there tonight.
After a couple of rings she picked up. "Hi, Mom," I said with a yawn. "I'm getting really tired and I still have about an hour drive until I'll get home, so I'm going to stop at a hotel for the night. Okay?"
"Oh, sure, honey," my mom said tiredly. "Tell me where you are and I can book you a room with my credit card," she said, trying to stifle a yawn.
I looked at the time on the dashboard and it flashed 12:45. "Oh, god, I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't realize how late it was."
"It's okay, Max. I'm glad you called. Do you see a hotel anywhere near you that you can stop at, though?" she asked.
"Um," I said, looking around for a hotel. An illuminated Comfort Inn sign caught my eye, so I pulled into the parking lot. "A Comfort Inn in a small town called Waterloo," I told her.
"Okay, sweetie, I'll go find the number and then call to give them my credit card number."
"Thanks, Mom. I love you," I said, before hanging up the phone. I shut off the engine and then gathered my bags.
I walked up to the counter but nobody was there. I had to ring the bell about ten times before a pissed looking teen walked out. "Can I help you?" she asked sourly.
"Yes, actually," I said. "My mother just called, booking a room for me."
She looked at me with disgust and then handed me a room key. She said simply, "235."
As she turned around to go back to whatever she was doing, I heard her mutter, "That bitch."
"Oh, and by the way, I willbe telling your manager what you just called me, Lissa," I said sweetly, looking down at her nametag. "Have a nice night," I added politely, ruining the effect by sticking my tongue out at her. With that, I turned and walked to the elevator.
I tend to get cranky - and immature - when I'm tired.
I was wandering around the hotel in my pajamas with a couple of dollars in tow, in search of a vending machine. Don't hotels normally have one on each floor? Not this one.
I had been in my room, unable to sleep because my stomach was growling fiercely. I'd decided to get out of my warm bed and go get some snacks, because I hadn't brought any from my dorm with me. That was twenty minutes ago, and I was still looking.
You really don't want to mess with an angry and hungry Maximum Ride, because I have been known to get violent when I'm in such a state.
That's why, when someone opened their hotel door, hitting me in the face and causing me to black out, I wasn't a happy camper.
"Come on, wake up!" a male's voice filtered into my unconscious mind.
My eyes blinked open, but I couldn't see clearly. All I could make out was a big blob that I assumed was the dumbass who hit me with the door. Seriously, though, what kind of hotel has doors that swing out?
"Thank god, you're alive!" said a husky voice, relieved. Why does he sound familiar?
I tried to take in my surroundings and noticed that I was not on a hard floor, but on a comfy bed. What a gentleman. Knock me out and then get me in bed. Please, God, don't let him be a creeper!
"Are you okay?" asked the man.
"Let's see. I'm tired, hungry, and was just knocked out by a door. How do you think I feel?" I said, trying to sound menacing but the effect was lost because my voice came out in a scratchy whisper.
"Of course, that was a stupid question," he said, and I rolled my eyes. "Is there anything you want me to do?"
I thought about it and said, "You could get me some grub. I can't find a vending machine anywhere in this godforsaken hotel." Rude to ask, I know, but the guy knocked me out!
He chuckled. "What would you like? I could go run to a restaurant or something if you like."
He probably just agreed out of pity for me, but I wasn't going to pass up on free food, so…
"How about a… Big Mac with the works, fries, and a large sprite from McDonalds," I said.
"Sure. You can wait in my room until I get back," he said and then left before I could say anything else.
Okay, time to see if I can move. I sat up on the bed but when everything started to turn red I laid back down.
I tried it again after a minute, slower this time, and then looked around the room. My vision was coming back to me so I could slightly make out what everything was.
His room was about twice the size of mine, with a flat screen TV on the wall opposite the bed. There was a door that led into another room, so I got slowly to my feet and walked over and opened the door that I learned led to a living room.
There was a couch and another TV on one side of the room and on the other was a bar. There was a full size fridge, a microwave, stove, and a sink. This guy must be loaded.
I went to go sit down on the couch when I noticed his suitcase was on top of it. I was about to move it so I could sit there when I noticed what the tag said.
Property of Fang Night