Hey! This is my second fan fic! I hope you like it! I worked hard on it. Please review!!!!!!
Hardest thing to do, say I love you
Max POV
I attempted to slowly pull myself out of the cram-packed Jetta. My dog's crate fell on her, "WAH!" I yelled and crash landed off the seat and into the floor, causing the car to shake. I felt more weight on her as more objects fell, Total (her dog) whimpered from inside the crate. She attempted to wiggle, nothing, except for the stab from the corner of the dog crate. "UGH!" I muttered and began pushing and kicking. After a while I felt the warm heat from the sun against my cheek as I leaned against the window. I yanked the latch free and pushed against the door, which swung open. I tumbled onto the rocks as the objects followed suit. And, of course, I have that lovely talent to gain another cut in everything I do. I sprang to my feet and wiped my shirt off, looking around to see if someone saw. My sister, Ella Ride, looked at me and laughed so hard she tripped, continuing to laugh on the ground.
"Pop the trunk mom!" I grumbled.
I breathed in, ahhhh fresh air! I quickly reminded myself, no it's not fresh air, it's Georgia air. (A.N. I know the state is wrong, but I like it that way!)
I went around the Jetta and grabbed my suit case and duffle bag out of the trunk grabbing my dog's crate off the ground along the way. I stomped down the stone path past the overgrown garden. The house looked big; it was red brick everywhere except for the columns on each side of the door on the porch. The columns were grouted stones and so was the walls lining the black door. The house had many windows. Overall, it looked like a million dollars, a million ugly dollars.
My mom fished in her purse on the front porch and pulled out a single key. She looked over at us.
"Ready?" She asked. Ella nodded, I didn't answer.
She opened the ancient door with the golden doorknob and we stepped in. The house was even bigger inside. There was dark wood flooring everywhere. There was a hallway right next to the door and another a little farther down the left wall. The ceiling held a gold chandelier with pride, the lights looked like candles. The chandelier was in the middle of the large main hallway leading straight ahead to what looked like a living room. Stairs led to the second story that had a visible hall all the way down the long house. The railing was black squared iron that was twisted like a twizzler and had big sideways oval curls in unique spots. Everything was covered in dust and huge cobwebs.
"Cool," Ella said excitedly, making an echo.
"Yeah, if you were a lonely spider," I muttered.
Mom looked at me pleadingly, "Max-"
"Save it Mom," I cut her off. I stalked down the hallway near the door looking for a bedroom to call my own.
I looked around the wide, empty hallway to find many doors. I looked in most of them, except some that gave off a vibe of heebie jeebies. There were many bedrooms, but all of them lacked something. I was beginning to feel intimidated when I walked out of the entrance of the hallway farther down and into the main hallway. I walked up the stairs and looked in each door of the open hallway with no luck. I turned and the end of the hall to head back to the stairs to find another doorway that leaned into the wall right next to the stairs. No wonder I missed it.
I opened the door and, surprisingly, heard no squeal of complaint. I felt carpet beneath my feet. Dust exploded from where I had stepped and I coughed violently as I inhaled it and rubbed my eyes to get rid of the stinging sensation. After I had coughed the last piece of my lung out, I looked up. I gasped, coughing more. It was beautiful! The bathroom was a few steps in on the right. It had a shower with glass doors and a white marble sink with a toilet at the far wall.
There was fuzzy, yet short carpet throughout the room except for a rectangle of a honey colored wood. I figured that was where the bed went. It looked about a queen size bed space. Perfect. At the back wall, there were glass French doors lined with the same wood tone as the floor that led to a perfect sized balcony.
"So you found your Aunt's room," someone said. I jumped and spun around to find my mom in the doorway.
"Mom it's……. Beautiful!" I exclaimed. "It's perfect! I love it!"
She nodded. "It's yours. I mean, before your Aunt passed away she gave this room to you in her will just like she gave me this house. She said the house was all mine, except this room."
I grinned; my Aunt had known me so well. Just like I had known her perfectly. She wasn't your typical Aunt, the one pinching your cheeks saying, "Oh, you've grown so much!" She just walked in and said, "What's up goober?" The awesome thing about her was she always bought me something if I wanted it.
Mom turned to leave, "Hey mom," I said. She poked her head around the corner of the doorway.
"Do you have a vacuum?" I asked.
She laughed. "Yes, I'll go get it out of the car." With that, she left.
I turned back to the room.
"Oh! By the way! You have school on Monday!" Mom called from down the stairs.
"UGH!" I groaned and she laughed.
A few minutes later I remembered the mess I had left on the ground. I shrugged. Oh well.
"Max Ride!" I heard her yell, I snickered.
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Fang POV
I saw a small Jetta drive onto the dirt road driveway of the abandoned mansion out of the corner of my eye. I considered not paying attention, but the curiosity got the better of me. I walked over to my French doors and walked out onto the balcony, resting my hands on the stone railing. I saw a girl leap out gratefully, shouting something and spinning around in circles. She had brown hair and was wearing blue jeans and a neon green fitted t-shirt. She looked a couple years younger than me.
Then, another girl appeared on the ground with the door swung open on the other side. I chuckled inwardly, just as the younger girl fell to the ground laughing. That was when I saw her face. She had golden brown hair and brown eyes. She looked a little mad. (A.N. I know the eyes might be wrong but I don't have the books sooo –cries-) She wore black skinny jeans that were ripped down the front. She wore sparkly purple leggings underneath. Her shirt was also purple and slightly see-through with white feathers going from the bottom right to the mid left. The feathers had black skulls laced throughout them. I felt my jaw quiver, threatening to drop and stiffened. She was drop dead gorgeous! The best thing was she didn't wear a low shirt that let her bra peek out.
I prayed she went to our school. She was soooooo ho-You don't know her idiot. I thought firmly. Plus, you're a mutant thanks to your dad! You can't make her suffer for that. I pictured her screaming bloody murder and running away from me when I tried to show her my wings. I shuddered. She was stepping inside the old mansion now and I felt a little disappointed. I waited on my balcony for ten minutes and boredly watched a bird in a tree, waiting for her. I was just about to go inside and saw her coughing violently through the French doors leading to the balcony on the left side of the mansion. I felt my stomach leap.
She stepped out on the balcony and crossed her arms over her chest, swaying happily. She felt my gaze and looked up to see who it was. I averted my eyes to the ground as if it would make a difference at this distance. She blushed and quickly walked in the open French doors, closing them. Crap! I blew it!
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Max POV
I quickly closed the French doors and leaned against them, my arms still crossing my chest. I suddenly noticed what I was doing and got off of the doors, spun around, and put my hands by my side. I looked at the doors, they were glass. Crap! He saw me do that! Now I look desperate…. Wait I did that? That is soo not Max Ride. Why didn't I shout, "Watcha lookin at?" Like normal? Oh yeah, because he was soooo soooo so so so SO ho-….. Mature looking! I corrected myself. I sighed and went to sit on my bed to only crash onto wood floor with my butt. That'll leave a mark….. Oh yeah, I'm such a HAPPY camper!
OK! That's chappie number one! Hope you like it!
Fingers…… cramping…….