Hello Hello! Yes, this is another story from me. I made this up when I was in Adelaide last week and I thought, well, my friends might be interested in this story. This is a short story. The chapters might be a couple of pages long. This is kind of a test, to see what stories everyone's into and all. So please, Critics and Fans much appreciated! Enjoy!
Oh and its all human.
Disclaimer: I do...don't own Maximum Ride...But wouldn't it be cool if I did?
Chapter One
I was having a really bad morning. Actually, really bad was an understatement.
My dad Jeb kicked me out because I brought my dickhead of a boyfriend Sam home. It was an unspoken rule in the house. NO BRINGING DICKHEAD BOYFRIENDS OVER WITHOUT FATHERS PERMISSION.
But do I look like I go by the rules? . . . No. And 'father' should know that.
Jeb threw a spazz over it all and yelled at me to piss off and take my low-ass, smart mouth, some-of-a-bitch (and that's not all but I'm giving you the nice words) boyfriend with me.
I wasn't fussed. Actually, Sam deserved it. When Jeb saw that I had Sam with me, his face turned the colour deep red-almost purple.
Flashback
"Breath dad," I smiled at him as I pulled Sam along with me upstairs.
We had just walked through the front door and ran smack bang into someone I was hoping I wouldn't walk into.
".He." Dad said one word at a time.
Uh oh. That wasn't good. I considered lying to him saying that Sam was a distant cousin that I saw in supermarket with anonymous Aunty with him, but I grew up knowing better than that. Lying was another rule. NEVER LIE UNLESS IT'S A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH.
"Dad, this is Sam. A friend. Sam this is Jeb. My father." I introduced and tugged on his hand to follow me ad get away from Jeb as possible.
"A friend?" Dad said with an eyebrow going up.
Dang! I wish I could do that! It is so cool. And Dad always manages to make it look intimidating. I think that's whole reason why he does it.
"Yes Dad. A friend."
"I thought you said a couple of nights ago, when I offered to take you and your little boyfriend-"
"Hey! I'm not little!" Sam cut Dad off angrily.
I groaned and face palmed myself. "Sam you brainless idiot!" I whispered. He had fallen into Dads trap. Now we'll never get away from here.
"What? He called my little. And I'm sorry sir but the only person who is little around is Max!" Sam said to Dad.
"Ahhh," Dad rubbed his hands together gleefully. "So he is your boyfriend."
"Uh, Dad. If you want to go off at me, do at the dinner table. But not right now." I said hurriedly and stepped on Sam's toe. Hard.
"Youch! Whydjadothatfor?" Sam hopped around in tinsy-winsy circles.
I suppressed a smirk.
"Max. Bashing up your boyfriend? Now that's something that will not be tolerated in the house." Dad said seriously but I could see he was trying to hide a smile from the twitching corers of his mouth.
"Sorry," I muttered, not even meaning it. Since when have I ever said sorry without meaning it?
"Now, Max. What is it that I've said to you plenty of times about boyfriends?" Dad asked in a deadly quiet voice.
"No sex in the house," I automatically said.
"No! I mean-Yes! But that's not what I meant! What's the other thing?" Dad said, scowling.
"Why I have no idea father? I'm thinking of something that might be it but you haven't said anything about it at all!"
"No bringing boyfriends to the house without permission!" Dad screeched.
I calmly stood there, blinking slowly.
"But Dad-"
"No buts! I want you two out of the house!"
"Well this is nice. I came over with my girlfriend to spend some time with her only to be kicked out by her control-freak of a dad. Man, if my dad as like that he would be in a mental institute because I shoved his fat head into a wall and he wouldn't be smart anymore." Sam muttered softly under his breath.
Only, it wasn't that soft.
I stopped breathing and time stopped moving.
"What did you say?" Dad said in an angry voice.
"Nothing . . . sir." Sam said sarcastically, not even noticing the tension that was building up around him.
"That is it! MAX! GET YOUR FAT ARSE OUT OF THIS HOUSE AND TAKE YOUR LOUSY, DICKHEAD, PIG, MOTHERF***ER WITH YOU! NOW!"
"Oh shit," I whispered under my breath and grabbed Sams hand and practically threw him off the stairs and out the house.
I hopped into my cute robin eggs blue VW bug and we drove to Sam's house in silence.
When he got out of the car and before slamming the door behind him, he looked at me and said, "I'm sorry Max."
"Just close the door Sam."
"Seriously. I really didn't mean any of the things I said about your dad at your house." he sounded sincere.
"Sam. . .Please. Go in your house and get some sleep. Tomorrow we'll talk about it." I said tiredly.
His face hardened. "Why don't you ever listen to me?"
"What do you mean? I listen. It's kind of hard not to." I said confused, looking at him.
His blonde hair was swept out of his face and his brown eyes stared back at me angrily.
"You never ever listen to me. It's always, 'Leave it Sam.' 'It doesn't concern you Sam.' 'We'll talk about it later, or tomorrow, or never.'"
"But that's not fair!" I protested half heartedly.
"Your right. It isn't. Just like all the other times when I'm in a fight with someone you automatically blame me for starting it." Sam said his hand raking his hair backwards.
"Pfft. Coz you're normally the one who does start them." I was defending myself now.
"No. You know what, Max. I'm starting to think you're only going out with me because you don't want to be alone."
"What? No! No! That's you!" I was getting really frustrated around then.
"Leave Max. You're only making it worse."
"Oh. Oh. So I'm the one who caused all this now am I?" the dickhead started a fight then wants to end it all of a sudden? Nope. Not goin' to happen.
He saw that written on my face because he shook his head and slammed the door behind him.
"No! You listen to me Sam! Don't you dare walk off on me!" I yelled to his retreating back.
I unplugged my seatbelt out of the connecter and jumped out of the car.
"Sam!" I yelled, racing after him but it was no good. He was already at his front door.
"Does that mean we're off?" I had no idea that I would say that.
"Yeah. I think so Max." Sam nodded sadly and walked into the house and closed the big, brown front door behind him.
I turned with my back to the front of his house and started walking slowly towards my car.
For some strange reason, I felt free.
I wanted to dance and sing and doing everything that cheesy people do in movies when they're happy.
I didn't feel one bit of sadness.
End of Flashback
On the way back home, I was too caught up in musing over all my worries that I didn't notice that the speed limit was 70 rather than 90 on the highway.
I saw flashing lights behind me in my rear view mirror and the one time siren thing.
"Awww shit! You have got to be kidding me." I groaned to myself as I pulled over to the left side on the kerb. I watched in my side mirror as the policeman got out of his car and I wound down my window as he approached.
"Hello officer." I pulled a strained smile.
"Afternoon ma'am," I saw a guy my age flash his pearly whites back at me without even looking like he was interested.
"Is there a problem?"
"It seems you were going at 92 kilometres p/h instead of the laws speed limit which is, if I understand 70 kilometres p/h," I tapped my fingers impatiently on the steering wheel while he stood there reading off his notepad.
"Ok then. . ." I trailed off, implying for him to continue on to give me instructions on what's going on next.
"Can I please have your driver's licence?" he asked.
I passed him my licence and he didn't even look at it, just passed it straight back.
"What's your name?" he droned on.
"Why?" I shot back, miffed because he didn't even check out my picture, which is really vain of me but when you've just broken up with a boyfriend and gotten pulled over by a hot police officer then a girl can dream cant she?
"Because I'm going to pass you your fine." he didn't look concerned that I was in a bad mood.
I can start to understand why police officers are one of the most hated people in the world.
"It's alright dude. Just mail it to my dad." I said, planning on pissing off my dad a little bit more since he broke up one of my most eventful relationships.
"What's your name? And your address?" he repeated.
"Oh, right." I hunted around for a piece of paper and a pen in my mess that I called a glove box.
"Ah here." I hastily scribbled the address on the paper and shoved it to him.
He took it daintily, like it had a smear of poop on it.
"What's your name?" he asked again, pen poised expectantly in front of his notepad.
"What is with you and wanting to know my name? God!" I threw up my hands in exasperation.
"God. What's your last name?" he wrote down god as my first name? WTF?
"No no no! My name is Ella. Ella Martinez" I thought fast. I didn't particularly felt like telling the cop my first name. My sister's name is Ella. But the cop doesn't know that.
And anyway, if that fine goes to Dad, he will think that Ella was the source because it has her name on the ownership of the paper/fine.
"Well, Miss Martinez," he said shutting his notebook with a satisfying shut, "Expect a parcel or envelope in your mailbox."
"What else do you expect in your mailbox?" I said sarcastically rolling my eyes.
He chuckled and I looked up in surprised.
I never noticed his eyes were deep onyx coloured. It was like looking into the night sky.
"You're a smart mouth kid."
"Hey! Don't call me kid! We're the same age!" I protested.
"True but I'm more mature than you are. Have a good day Miss Martinez." he walked away leaving me gobsmacked practically hanging out of the window.
Well there you have it! The end of the first chappie for 'In a Camera's View'! Remember to R&R!