Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride! :)
I wish I did though! That'd be freaking awesome!
Fang POV
I woke up to Nudge and Angel jumping on my bed and shouting my name, loudly, in my ear. I groaned and rolled over. Yet, they didn't get the message and continued to jump on my bed. I was going to kill them if they didn't stop.
"FANGGGG!" they yelled.
"What?" I managed to groan out.
"I think Max is sick!" Angel said.
"Alright, well, what's wrong with her?" I asked, genuinely concerned considering we NEVER get sick.
"She's all pale. I mean, she's still sleeping, but she's like really really really really white...like the color of paper white, or the color of white that Angel's room is. Hey, is white even a color? Because I really don't think so. I think people call it a shade and that's not cool because if they say black is a color then white has to be a color too right? I mean it's just kind of mean to say-" Angel put a hand around her mouth and I silently thanked her.
"Fang, you should go check on her. I don't think she feels good." she said a moment later, taking her hand back from Nudge's mouth with a disgusted look. She must've licked it. Heh.
"Yeah, just hold on a minute, okay?" I heard them retreat out of my room and I sighed. I had to go check on Max, but I was really comfortable right here. I heard a knock on my door and I told whoever it was to come in.
"Fang?" I heard a scratchy voice say. I turned around and I swear Max looked like a ghost.
"What's up, Max?"
"Fang, I don't feel good...like at all."
With that being said, she started coughing a lot, then as soon as she was there, she was gone. I sighed and got up to follow her to the bathroom. This should be a long day, especially considering we were all supposed to go to an amusement park today. Great.
Max POV
I was in the bathroom, puking my guts out, when I felt a hand on my back and one pulling my hair away from my face. After I was done, I then proceeded to lie on the cold tiled bathroom floor. Fang looked at me and I looked away, embarrassed that I looked like crap.
"Maaaax?" he asked in a whiney two year old voice.
"What?" I replied.
"Look at me?" he asked in a gentle voice.
"Noooo." I replied.
"Why?" he questioned.
"I look like crap."
"No, Max. You truly really don't." he said. I looked at him and he smirked.
"Shut up." I replied and slowly got up.
"Do you feel better? It doesn't look like it." He mentioned.
"No." I admitted.
I headed back to my room, with Fang following close behind. If he was going to follow me around like this, it would be a long day.
Like it?
Love it?
Hate it?
Review!