Oh goodness. It has been a while.

I just want to first and foremost apologize for the ridiculously long update/response to all of my wonderful readers. I mean it's been like what? 6 YEARS? I am so so sorry. I really wanted to continue this story for the longest time, honestly and truly. However one thing lead to another (broken laptop and then my account basically disappear on me and I couldn't find a way to log in again) and this story never got finished. But I am back now and hopefully I will stay (won't lose the password or break a laptop) until this story finishes the way it was meant to be finished. I know that I can't apologize enough for making everyone wait for such a long time, but all I am asking is that you give this story another chance and to give me another chance to finish it. I know that I am not the same person or the same writer I was 6 years ago, but I hope that what I write does the past story justice.

So, without further ado. I give you the 7th chapter of Maximum Ride: Live For the Song.

I hope you enjoy.

-Sarah :)

Chapter 1 (But technically 7)

I was not in the mood to be here.

Listening to teachers done on and on for eight hours wasn't appealing in the slightest, and after seeing Fang the other night after seven months I was not in the mood to socialize or respond to my math teacher's petty questions.

"Max?"

Some students sitting in front of me started to turn around, wondering why I wasn't giving Mrs. Peters the answer to the question she asked me. I just blankly stared at her, blinking on occasion.

"Max? Are you alright?"

I pursed my lips slightly, contemplating my options. I took a deep breath, stood up, and walked out of the classroom.

"Um, Max? What are you doing?"

I just ignored her as I slung my backpack over my shoulder and let the door close shut behind me, knowing good and well that I would probably be hearing from my mom later.

I just couldn't take it anymore!

The white walls, the nonstop chattering of students complaining about their first world problems. It was too suffocating, too unbearable. So I decided to take matters into my own hands and walk away from the problem.

I made my way down the halls of the school until I reached the front exit. Opening the doors I sucked in a huge gulp of fresh air, letting it fill my lungs before I slowly let it out.

Much better.

I decided calling Asher to come pick me up would be a bad idea. He would murder me if he knew I was skipping.

So I walked.

And walked.

And just kept walking, not really having a set destination in mind. My body moving was all I needed to help me relax and think straight.

It allowed me to think about Fang.

I knew what he was trying to say at his concert. I knew the lyrics were meant for me to listen to and to understand. What was he hoping for though? That I would forgive him? That I would run happily into his arms with a loving embrace? Hell no.

He hurt me. He broke my heart. He made me feel like I was everything to him to only turn around and make me feel like I was nothing.

So congratulations Fang, you succeeded.

I now feel nothing.

I ended up a small café. Guess my stomach got the best of me. I didn't dare think about going to Fay's. She would be so pissed if she knew I skipped class, probably more-so than my mom. So I ended up at some little, family owned diner called Dahlia's. It was cute and had a homey feel to it.

The hostess told me to take a seat wherever I would like. I could tell she was trying to figure out why I was alone, but her confused expression was instantly replaced by her perfectly-perfected smile.

I slid into a booth in the corner and ordered some coffee. Caffeine was my crack now-a-days and I took it every chance I could get. Sleep hadn't been an option for the past months so I had to improvise. Cue coffee.

As soon as the waitress placed the little cup of goodness on the table I embraced its warm touch and took a huge sip, not caring if it would burn my tongue.

"Ah," I let out a satisfied sigh and rested back into my seat.

My songbook and pen were sitting on the table in front of me. They were almost teasing me, begging me to open the pages and bleed my lyrics onto them.

But I couldn't.

After the night I saw Fang I tried to write music. A chorus, a sentence, even a note!

I couldn't. So instead I laid in my bed and tried to ignore life.

Asher had knocked a couple times through the night. I locked my door so he couldn't get in, but reassured him that I was fine and just needed time to think which was true.

I think I stayed up all night thinking about Fang. I didn't cry though. I didn't even feel the usual warmth behind my eyes telling me the waterworks were on their way.

I felt nothing really.

That next day was almost normal to me. I woke up, brushed my teeth, and put my shoes on one foot at a time. Asher asked if I was okay and stuff like that, but honestly I couldn't answer him.

Sure, seeing Fang at first killed me. My heart burned for him. It felt like someone was stabbing my chest every time I glanced at him while I was on stage, but after his band started playing it all stopped.

I sat on Asher's truck while I watched him sing his heart out to me. I watched him desperately search for me in the crowd and I saw the anxiety in his eyes as he sang, trying so hard to make me listen and forgive him.

However I didn't feel an overwhelming sense of sympathy or the desire to make him mine again.

To be quite honest, I was bored.

I remember crossing my arms and actually sighing out of boredom. I actually got so bored I left the entire concert and didn't even hear Fang finish his song.

Maybe because his lyrics had no meaning to me anymore. He was literally singing me the same song over and over again. A repeated cycle of "I love you" and "I'm sorry, please forgive me for being an idiot."

I guess I was just over it.

FANG POV

I didn't know what to do.

I'd had a plan. Iggy and I spent hours devising a way of how I would get Max back. Hell, we spent an entire night thinking of a way for me to just talk to her.

But now I had no idea what to do.

Do I follow the plan? Do I wait till the time we said?

This is exactly why I didn't go to Fay's. I figured I would be safer someplace else, but apparently not.

Because sitting across the room in that corner booth was the love of my life, and she didn't even know it.

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