A/N: James Patterson is having a contest by having people enter a chapter to be put in the next book. My bff Annie wrote this and now she wants to get some reviews. R&R!
Disclaimer: This is my friend's, and even she doesn't own Maximum Ride!
Ok, so I'm supposed to be the big tough girl. The flock rarely sees me crying, but now I don't care if the whole world were watching me. I just wanted Fang back. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat, I don't even know when the last time I got out of bed was. I was just laying there in my bed going through all my memories, But my thoughts were interrupted by thew sound of my door opening.
"Max?" It was Angel. I still hadn't talked about everything that had gone on in the past few weeks, and I certainly was in no mood to now. "Max, I'm so sorry, I need you to know that. I never wanted this to happen. I love Fang. He's like my brother, and..." her voice trailed off and she burst into tears and ran toward me. This was the first time I had held her in months. It felt like old times, when she was my Angel, my baby.
"Oh, sweetie. I know I miss him too. More than I would like too," I gave a fake laugh through my own tears, "But we have to be strong for the others. We have to keep going. And you know what? We will see Fang again. I promise you that Angel."
I held her close for what seemed like eternity. It was only then did I see Dylan leaning against my door. Smiling his perfect smile and looking straight at me. FREAK! I thought.
"Hey Max, I brought you some breakfast," Dylan said casually. Like nothing had even happened to me!
"I don't need your fricken' breakfast!" I shot at him, "I don't need you here either!" Angel looked at me surprised. I didn't care. "Since you got here you have made my entire world fall apart! You can just go jump off a cliff!"
"That would be pretty useless," He said as he unfolded his beautiful wings. "I could just fly back," He smiled.
Oh God! Why did he have to be so charming? But it wouldn't work on me! Not today, not tomorrow, not EVER! I got up for the first time in what seemed like weeks, and brushed right past him he wouldn't get any emotion out of me. Yet...