Hey guys! Third story, sooo excited! I think you guys are really going to like this story. It is a little different from my other stories considering they do not have wings. They also do not have any relation to each other except for being friends. Please enjoy this first chapter!
Max's POV-
"Wow." I say. As I drive through my childhood town of Wilhoit, Arizona. It is a tiny town of only 800 people. I lived here until I was twelve years old, then I moved to Hollywood, California. My Mother is an actress, and when she was offered a minor roll in a movie she couldn't refuse. She loves Wilhoit, and so does my sister Ella and I, so she said we wouldn't move unless Ella and I were both okay with it. Ella was ecstatic about leaving. She is just like my mom, and she wants to make it big in New York as a singer on Broadway. I on the other hand am the total opposite. I am more of a "behind the camera" kind of girl. I love Wilhoit, and never wanted to leave, but I knew it was what my Mom has always wanted, so I decided to leave. Even though it meant leaving my two best friends Dylan and Fang behind.
Now, I know what you are thinking. No, Fang is not his real name. It is really Nick, but he has always hated it name for some reason. I kind of lost touch with Fang when I moved, but stayed as close as I could with Dylan. We would skype, and talk on facebook whenever we could. I made other friends in California, but I knew I would never have the same relationship as I did with Fang and Dylan. Right now I am sitting in the back seat of my Moms green station wagon. Mom was home sick the entire time she was shooting the movie, so the second they finished shooting the last scene, we were in the car on our way home. I am fifteen years old now, and can not be happier to be going home. Hollywood isn't really my kind of place. We pull up to the same house we lived in three years ago when we left. It never sold, so we jumped at the chance to get our old home back. When the car finally stops, I open the door and step out. I take a minute to look at the house. I lean back into the car, and grab my duffel bag off of the back seat. I walk up the ramp leading to the front door. I stick the key in the slot, and turn the handle. The second I walk through the threshold of my house memories come flooding back. My mother carrying my sister through the front door when she was born, Fang and I being "artists" all over the kitchen wall. I walk through the living room and down the hallway to my bedroom that I slept in for twelve years straight. I never had any sleepovers considering my only two friends were guys. My first slumber party was in California. I hated every second of it. A bunch of girls throwing pillows and giggling is not really my crowd. I did enjoy all the junk food though. I dump my bag on the floor, and flop down on the bed. I close my eyes enjoying the feeling of being home. When I open my eyes I see another pair staring back down at me. One I don't recognize. I scream, and throw a hard punch at my intruder. Suddenly we are both screaming. I scramble off my bed like and idiot, and back myself against the farthest wall. The person in my room has his hands covering his face.
"Who are you?" I ask breathless. He pulls his hands away from his face, and I recognize him instantly.
"Ow! Max! Why would you do that?" Dylan asks holding one of his eyes with the palm of his hand. I see that I have also split his lip in a few places. I smile and run at him full speed. I wrap my arms around him, and he pulls his hands away from his face to hug me back. It feels weird to hug Dylan. When I left, I was at least six inches taller than both Fang and Dylan. Dylan now towers over me by probably seven inches or so. He grips my shoulders and pulls me back to get a better look.
"I can't believe its you." He says. He looks like he is speechless after that. He pulls me into another hug, and we stand there like that for a few minutes.
"Well that was quick." My Mom says from my doorway. "I see it didn't take you long to track down your friends." I pull away from Dylan and smile.
"He tracked me down." I say. I look at him. "How did you get in here anyway?" I ask. He shrugs.
"I was planning to be waiting outside when you arrived, but you know nature calls." He looks at the floor.
"That still doesn't explain how you got into the house." I say. He sticks his hands into his pockets.
"I used the key that we hid under the floor boards of the tree house." He says. I feel a smile break across my face. I totally forgot about that tree house that we built when we were seven. I grab Dylan's hand, push past my mom and run down the short hallway of the house to the front door. "Max, where are we going?" Dylan shouts as I drag him through the woods to the small tree house. I finally let go of his hands.
"To the tree house!" I say catching my breath. "I haven't been there in three years. I want to see it." He grabs my hand again.
"Well then lets go!" He says as we start running through the woods. I finally see the tree house come into view, and I quicken my pace. I finally reach the bottom of the tree and start to climb the rungs leading to the top. I step onto the balcony and wait for Dylan to catch up. He is almost to the top when I run through the door of the shack. Inside I see familiar eyes that I have not seen in three years. They belong to Fang.
So that's the first chapter! I hoped you like it. Review if you want me to post another chapter!
