Author's Note: Originally LittleItaly565 and I wrote this as a Valentine's Day Fax shot, but I asked if I could change it up a little and she said yes, so that's what I did. I have more so please tell me if you like it.
Also, I had to use more than one point of view in the upcoming chapter, so I will state who's point of view it is, so ya'll don't get confused. One last thing, bold and italics is Max's thoughts plain italics is the Voice.
Disclaimer: No I do not own Maximum Ride, or any of the characters.
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Chapter 1:
Max's Point of View
I woke up earlier than usual this morning. It was raining lighting outside and I heard the faint sound of a radio coming from the kitchen. I crawled from my nice warm bed to take a shower and prepare for the day. Brushing my hair was becoming a usual annoyance. My teeth never bothered me but my hair was a very large pain in my butt. I would spend ten minutes alone drying it then I would have to brush it several times through before I would tie it in a pony tail. Though a few bangs always would fall forward giving my face definition. As I starred in the mirror, I wondered what this day would bring.
Looking over at my calendar hanging on my wall as I got dressed I noticed it was Valentine's Day. Ugh I loathed Valentine's Day; it was so happy and romantic and reminded me that no one would love me. Rolling my eyes, I slipped on a light blue t-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. As I wondered who as in the kitchen I finished dressing myself. Passing Iggy's room I found him still asleep. I looked at his sleeping form. He looked so innocent and peaceful. Don't I wish our entire life could have been that way. Then I started to worry as the thought finally connected in my brain, if Iggy wasn't cooking…who was?
My pace hastened as I made my way towards the kitchen. I was now officially worried because Iggy is the only one that knows how to cook, and I didn't want anything to blow up; which has happened in the past. I turned the corner and to my shock it was Fang. Since when did Fang know how to cook? I asked my self as I starred at him, my mouth gaping. Fang shot me a small smile then went back to his work. As nonchalantly as possible he asked "Did you sleep well?" I was shocked.
"Yes I did sleep well. How about yourself?" I answered keeping my voice level
"I slept fairly well." Fang said keeping his monotone voice and passive face
I knew he wanted to finish what he was doing so I stayed quiet, though I did take a seat at our large oak table. Propping my legs up and pushing the chair back I tried to recline as best as I could.
"Don't hurt yourself now." Fang didn't even turn around but he knew somehow that I had been leaning back in my chair.
"Wow, you actually care about me." I said with heavy sarcasm, if this had been different circumstances I would have been hit for that but he knew that there was something different in my tone.
Oh admit it please. You love him, and he loves you. My voice chimed in with oh-so-perfect-timing. He never could love me. No one could. Besides I don't love Fang, he's only a good friend; my best friend. I yelled backed. Pl-ease, if you are trying to fool someone you're doing a really bad job because there is no way I am convinced. Look at yourself! The voice stated with almost and authoritative voice.
"Yeah, yeah-hush." I said to myself
"Umm….I didn't say anything." Fang responded looking confused
"Oh I'm sorry Fang. I was yelling at the voice-again." As my cheeks turned a light shade of pink as I added emphasis to the word "again". I had been known to ramble to myself, but this was more embarrassing.
"What did it have to say?" Fang asked lightly
"Nothing, it was just saying stuff I didn't like" I answered
"Do you ever like what it says?" Fang asked as we laughed. Wait-we, were laughing, as in together laughing. The kitchen went quiet and I just sat and thought about what had just happened. I was confused; the only other time Fang and I laughed was when I had returned from being kidnapped a while back. See I told you so. My voice chimed again mocking me. Oh shut up! I don't love him! I screamed in my head. If you don't love him then why are you defending your feelings so much? The voice asked with a note of superiority to it. I hate you. My voice was flat. Now, now-don't make me. My voice went on trying to get me over the edge. Just shut up will you! I don't love him. I screamed once again. Alright that's test that theory. My voice suddenly left with a snicker and I knew I was in for another brain attack. –Joys- The pain came too quick I had been able to prepare myself for the pain, plus this time it was worse. I fell back out of my chair hitting my head on the floor. My eyes were fluttering closed when I heard Fang run over to me. My world went black, I felt like I was falling into an abyss, then suddenly I felt strong arms picking up my limp body and walking quickly to my room. As he laid me on my bed I heard nothing, felt nothing. Suddenly all my sense were gone. My seeing was already lost into a world of black, but my hearing, feeling, and tasting weren't there. I didn't know what I was doing. I was lost and losing a battle that I wanted to win. Brian waves shock through my head. I curled into a small ball crying out silently.