A/N- Hey guys. I'm back. My other story is currently on haitus. And of course being me I need to be writing something. I think this story will definitely be better in writing quality. Hopefully. Constructive criticism is welcome. Flamers? ...Not so much. Don't like? DON'T READ. Gotcha? Okay? Good.
This is a disclaimer: It's called FANfiction, people. There's a reason for that. I own nothin'. This is the only disclaimer for this story.
Chapter One.
DING DONG!!!
"MAX? Can you get the door?!" My mom yelled.
"Yeah!! I'll be there in a sec!" I yelled to mystery person at the door. I ran down the stairs and opened the door. Right when I saw who it was, I closed it, but his foot was conveniently placed to stop it.
"Uh, Jeb? What are you doing here?" I asked. What did he seriously want now?
"Max. How many times have I told you. Call me dad." He insisted. He seriously thought he was my father? Total BS. He thinks he can call himself a father after leaving us when I was freaking 2 years old? Uh, no. Make that a hell no.
Knowing I wouldn't respond, he continued. "May I come in?"
"No." And slammed the door.
DING DONG!!!
I went over to the couch and turned on the tv. DING DONG!!! DING DONG!!! DING DONG!!!
My mom came down from the stairs just finishing putting her earrings in and walked to the door. I yelled, "MOM! Don't open it it's-"
"Hello, Val. May I come in?" He asked.
"Uh, yeah sure. You just made it in time for dinner." She said. I never knew why she forgave him. But she did. It was like nothing ever happened. Jeb came in, hung his jacket up, like it was his own home. Well, it's not. It's mine. And mom's. And Ella's. Hell, we consider it anyone's house if we like 'em. But it ain't Jeb's house.
Ella came bouncing down the stairs, hyper as always, but then saw Jeb. He wasn't Ella's... "father" like he was mine. She had a different dad. Even Ella didn't care for Jeb. She immediately stopped skipping and smiling, but suddenly became nervous. Kinda like I was, but I don't like to show it.
"Ella," Jeb greeted her. She murmured a small "hi" and came to sit on the couch next to me.
"Wanna come up to my room? I can't stand being around... him." I asked. She nodded. We went up and we both sat on my bed.
I blurted, "I hate him so freaking much! He thinks he has the nerve to just show up at our house? Hell, no! And act like he's my father? That's totally ridiculous!!! He can just leave, okay? Leave! Because nobody wants him here! Wanna know why? 'Cause he's on freaking crack, that's why! He's freaking insane! He's psycho! He's-"
"Max." Ella said. "Don't you think your overreacting just a tad?"
I replied, "OVERREACTING? I'm not the one overreacting. You have no freaking idea how much I hate- Oh."
She nodded. "Yeah."
I grunted and fell back into my pillows. "God, help me."
Ella giggled. "I'll just let you be alone." She got up and left.
I picked up my phone. And typed in, Hey. Jeb's here. I gotta get out. Wanna go to the tree house?
I sent it to Fang, aka my bestest friend in the world since I was like born. He was the best person to tell your feelings to. Probably because he's such a good listener. He doesn't talk much.
My phone beeped. I opened it. Ya. Meet u there in 5
Your probably wondering what this tree house is. It's in Fang's backyard and it's the coolest thing ever. We always went up there as kids. We considered it our secret hideout. Fang's dad built it when we were like 5. That was the place we always hung out together. One time we even fell asleep up there when we were seven. We both brought up our Power Rangers sleeping bags and we fell asleep right next to each other. When our parents were looking for us, they found us cuddled up to each other, and they even took a picture. That was so embarrassing. But we were tired, mind you.
I threw on a clean pair of sweats and my blue hoodie and out the back door. Fang was already up in the tree house; I could see him through the tiny window. I hopped the fence and climbed up the ladder.
"Hey. Thanks for coming. I just had to get away from him." I said.
"No problem. I don't really like him either." He replied. In fact, Fang was the only one who hated Jeb as much as me. Jeb yelled at him once when he was visiting. Let's just say, That was the day Fang started swearing. And said the most words he has ever said in a day.
"so. How's your day been?" I asked. Fang shrugged.
"Can you actually say something?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"Okay. That doesn't count." I said. He smirked; typical.
"Well, my day was going pretty well till someone just had to come barging into my life." I said.
"Who? Me?" Fang said, shocked.
"Ha. Funny," I said.
"I try," He replied.
I stared out the window. I saw six birds flying. Wow. They're so damn free. All the time. They can go anywhere they want.
"Max?" Fang asked.
"What?" I replied.
"You were spacing out again," He said. "Oh," I replied. "Sorry."
"So. Excited for graduation? I know I am. We're finally being let out of our hell of a school," I said, changing the subject. I was actually pretty excited for school to be out. Then we'll be freshman. Jeez.
"Yeah. I actually am. Hey Max, remember? Graduation means you gotta wear a dress. And you can't get out of it. I wouldn't worry, though. I'm sure Ella will pick you out a nice, frilly, pink, dress for you," Fang said. He was smirking. Damn him.
"I know I have to wear a dress. But don't worry. I'm sure I'll think of something to get me out of it," I replied. I did have to come up with some ideas. And fast, too.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I already have plenty of ideas," I replied.
"Then why don't share those ideas? I got time," Fang said.
"Uh... Well, I could always.... no. Hey! But would if- no, I don't wanna get Iggy suspended... Um... " Jeez. This is a toughy. But I had to come up with something.
"Need some ideas?" Fang asked.
"Yes! I mean, uh, whatcha got it mind?" I asked nonchalantly.
"Well. It's very simple," He replied, being quite the know-it-all. "You buy a dress. Make it look like you're actually gonna wear it. And the twist? You do wear it. Sounds easy, huh?"
I rolled my eyes. "Where's the part where I don't wear the dress? 'Cause I'm not seein' it."
Fang sighed. "Max. Just wear the freaking dress. It's no big deal. Why don't you wanna wear a dress?"
"Because, Fang. I just can't. Maximum Ride doesn't wear dresses. The way Maximum Ride wears a freaking dress-"
Fang cut me off. "That's bull shit, Max. The reason you won't wear a dress isn't because It isn't Maximum Ride's style. It's because you're scared of how you look and what other people will think."
"Fang. I know I'll look really stupid if I wear a dress. And I won't feel like myself. I just cannot wear a dress. Got it?"
Fang replied, "Whatever, Max. I know you'd look pretty in a dress. So don't think you wouldn't."
I sighed. Even though I'm not giving up, I replied, "Okay."
"You're not giving this up, are you? No. Forget I asked. I know you won't."
"How do you know me so well? I think sometimes you read my mind. Haha. As if anyone could have mind reading powers. But if anyone did, I'd think it'd be you," I replied.
"Nah. It wouldn't be me. I think it'd be... Angel. Yeah. It'd definitely be her."
I shrugged. "Yeah. I guess."
"Did you finish all your homework yet?" Fang asked.
"Almost. I still gotta finish that... I don't know. I don't remember. I'll finish later. As soon as... he leaves," I actually didn't know if Jeb left yet. I got up and walked over to the window. I looked in the big French doors that led to the kitchen and saw my mom baking cookies. She probably wanted me to come home.
I sat down right next to Fang. Fang picked up my left hand and said, "Max? I gotta tell you something. I- never mind."
I looked into his eyes and said, "What? Oh, no. Fang. It's okay. You don't have to hide anything. We've all known for a while now."
Fang's eyes widened and he blushed redder than Lissa's red hair. "How did you find out? Who told you?"
I replied, "Fang. We've all known you were gay. Even your parents know. Hell, Angel and Gazzy know!"
Fang sighed. "Oh okay. Phew. Don't tell anyone."
I winked. "Your secrets safe with me."
I got up and looked out the window. My mom was taking something out of the oven.
"Be right back," I said to Fang. I literally jumped off the ladder halfway down. I quickly jumped the fence and ran to the door.
"Mom? I love you."
"What do you want, Max?" She replied.
"Well. Fang's very upset right now," I said. Then I whispered, "I found out his sexuality."
My mom gasped. She replied, "Oh, dear. Is there anything we can do to make him feel better?" (A/N- That's what she said. :P)
"Well. You know, Fang loves your chocolate chip cookies," I said in a matter-of-fact tone.
My mom sighed. "They were supposed to be for after dinner. Does Fang wanna come over for dinner?"
"Sure. Hey, mom did you know I caught Ella and Iggy making out yesterday? Just sayin'," I said. Ha.
My mom was already running up the stairs and screaming "ELLA!!!" while I grabbed a plate of delicious chocolate chip cookies and ran out the back door. When I go to the tree house, I peeked up at Fang, held the plate up, and said, "Got some."
Fang cracked a smile.
A/N- FANG IS NOT GAY! I REPEAT, FANG IS NOT GAY!!!! It was just a joke. I, uh, kinda forgot to put that, so I, uh, decided to come back and clear that up. Heh heh... Mah bad...
So, what'd ya think? I thought it was pretty good. Definitely better than my pervious writing. So guys. You know, when you review, at the bottom it says something about a review is the best gift you can give an author. If you guys review, I'll give you a shout-out in the next chapter. Remember, constructive critism is fine with me, but please no flamers.
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PS- Who's pumped for the Lovely Bones to come out? I'm almost done with the book, its amazing. You should read it. Can't. Wait. Till. January 15th!!!!!!!!!! Yay =]
