AN: the following Fic has been requested by Ms. Adorable and Rose. It may be more then a one shot. It also contains lemons. You have been warned. Read anyway though. It should be good.
I don't own Max II....I wish I did.
Max II POV
I escaped! Yes! No more hearing about Maximum Ride or her stupid Flock. Freedom! Thy name is bliss!
I'll bet you're wondering what the Hell is going on.
Let me explain as best I can. My name, or rather designation, is Maximum Ride II. I'm a clone of Maximum Ride. I used to hate her for being her clone. But I had an epiphany recently. I don't have to hate her. I can strongly dislike her, but I don't have to hate her. I can hate them though. The ones who stole four years of my life. I was only four or five, but I looked eighteen or nineteen. I never had the chance to really be a teenager, or a child for that matter. My mind was also genetically enhanced. I knew more then a normal Nineteen-year-old girl should. But hey, I also had wings.
Yeah, you read that right. I have wings. They're brown and have white speckled dots over them. I have a 14-foot wingspan. That makes sense considering I'm only about 5' 7" or 5' 8". My weight will be kept to myself; I'm still a girl after all. My figure is well built, due to my mutated metabolism. Let me give you a better description so you can "see" me. I'm not exactly Pamela Anderson, but I'm pretty well off; I'm skinny, but not anorexic, and I have some muscle on my body; my hair is brown with blonde streaks running through it; and my eyes are brown. I hate how I look. It's not even me. It's all how Max looks, or how she is supposed to look anyway. I wouldn't know, I haven't been sent after her for, what is it? Three years now? Maybe four.
I escaped the Laboratory. A section of Itexicon, Itex for short, the company that made Max and I. The ones that made my life possible and a living hell. They decided to go ahead and try, key word being try, to execute me. I escaped my binds and bolted. I still had no clue where I was, though. It seemed like somewhere in the Appalachian Mountains, so obviously I'm on the East coast. I swooped down to get a better view of the area. I almost flew right into a busy highway, shows how coordinated I am.
I followed the highway north; something was pulling me towards the north.
Cleveland, a voice said in my head. Wait a minute. Now I have a voice, too? Damn, Max. Damn her to Hell.
Help is in Cleveland, the voice said. Wow, how helpful.
What are you talking about? I asked the voice. ...no response. Figures.
"Looks like I'm going to Cleveland," I muttered under my breath.
I followed the turnpike until an exit for Cleveland finally showed itself. Once it gave me the direction I needed and the distance, I ditched the highway. Damn, Cleveland is far away.
I flew for what felt like days, but was most likely hours. I wasn't starved at the Laboratory for some reason. They treated me like a human, especially on my termination day. They fed me like a queen. A whole lot of food, because that's the only thing that my mutated metabolism causes me to have. A very large appetite. They're mistake, my big break. Hey, I'm a poet and I didn't even know it.
Eventually I saw a sign that said, "Welcome to Cleveland!"
Thank god. That was one of my longest flights yet. Now what?
Go to Progressive Field the voice said again. This is getting ridiculous.
Okay, Why? I asked. Shockingly, there was no answer. Whoever is freaking doing this is sooo on my next to die list. Right after that annoying purple dinosaur. They must suffer.
Once I rested long enough (about an hour, maybe longer) I made my way to Progressive Field. Why I trusted the random voice in my head, I don't know. But something in my gut, waaaay deep down, told me to trust it. I made it to Progressive Field in time to see people start to walk out. Guess I missed the game. I walked on, going towards the parking garage.
Cars drove past me until the garage looked dead empty. I knew there was still more coming, I could hear them on the roof of the complex. I kept walking through the garage until I was roughly grabbed from behind.
"Well, well," A male voice said, "Look here boys. A lost girly. Looks like she just escaped the loony bin. You know how great crazy girls are. I say we find out just how crazy she can be."
I saw two more guys step into my peripheral vision. One had a knife. I almost laughed. They really thought they could rape me? With just a knife? Man, what a bunch of morons.
I brought my elbow up and jerked it back into my holder's ribcage. I heard a crack. He grunted and released me, the other two advanced. I brought my left leg to the guy on my left's stomach. He yelped, what a bunch of pansies! Is this all they got?
"Fuckin' Bitch!" my Once-captor exclaimed, "I think she broke my ribs."
"Let's see how she likes it," the only guy left standing said. He lunged at me with his knife.
I sidestepped his lunge and grabbed his wrist. I twisted it until it was broken.
"Fuck!" the Knife guy exclaimed, "Bitch broke my wrist. Fuckin' Crazy ass bitch!"
He stumbled into the light, letting me get a better look at him. He was Caucasian and had short red hair. Some of it was streaked blue. God, normal people are freaks.
"Wow," I said, "Really? That's it? That's so freaking sad."
"Fuck you bitch," The Red haired guy said, "Johnny, tag her."
I was wondering who he was talking to, and what the hell he meant when I hear a gunshot ring out. I felt pain in my lower right side. I placed my hand on my side and felt it touch something wet. Blood. My Blood. I was bleeding.
The next thing I know, I'm on my side on the floor. I pressed my hand against the pain. It hurt. I never knew it could hurt so much when you were shot. God, make it stop! It hurt.
"Yo, Sheezy!" Broken-rib guy said, "'nother car. Let's forget this bitch and get outta here."
Red-hair smirked at me and said, "Yeah, guess we'll have to go find fun somewhere else. Come on."
The three of them started to leave, they ran, or limped, away. I heard tires screech and a car door open, music blaring form the car. I wanted badly to roll to my other side and look at the car, but the thought of moving hurt. I heard footsteps.
"Call 911!" A guy's voice said, "She's bleeding!"
I felt gentle hands turn me on my back. I actually whimpered at the pain of moving.
"You'll be okay," A girl's voice said, "The paramedics are on their way."
My eyes snapped open and adrenaline entered my system, three times as fast. If the paramedics showed up, the Laboratory would find me. If the Laboratory found me, I'd be terminated.
"*cough* No," I said weekly. I pried my eyes open to see three faces over me.
One was a girl. Her face was narrow and she had a cleft chin as well. She had blue eyes and long strawberry blonde hair. Her right eyebrow was pierced with a small gold ring. She had hardly any makeup on, from what I could tell, aside from some red lipstick. She spoke up.
"What?" She asked. I shook my head weakly.
"*cough cough* No paramedics," I said weakly again. God I sounded pathetic. One of the other faces, a man, shook his head.
"What is she, nuts?" he said. He had a very light brown hair and it was cut short. His eyes were green and his face was...I guess chiseled is how you would describe it. "Hot" to some girls, not to me. He had no other really noticeable features.
"Shut it, Todd," the same male voice from earlier said, "Now's not the time to be funny."
"You're one to talk Tom," Todd muttered. Tom rolled his eyes and looked back at me.
"Why don't you want paramedics?" he asked. I looked him over. He wasn't "hot" like Todd was. He looked...well, like a normal person. But then again, they all look alike to me.
His face was rounded and he had hazel eyes. His hair was hidden by a navy blue baseball cap that was backwards, which meant his forehead was also covered. I saw dark brown sideburns though...about five millimeters in width and length. So he either dyes his hair...or he's also a brown haired guy. He had light brown fuzz going down his jaw, hardly noticeable from a distance. You could say he was rather handsome.
"Hey," the girl said again, "wanna answer him?"
"Can't go to the paramedics," I said, the adrenaline making me feel better. They all looked at each other and then back to me.
"You kind of have to," Tom said, "In case you haven't noticed...you're sorta bleeding out. Dying if you will."
I smirked at his cruel humor. He smiled back.
"She can't be all bad if she's smiling," Todd said. The girl rolled her eyes.
"Yeah well, you try to not smile at Tom's twisted sense of humor," The girl said. Tom put a hand on his chest and looked at the girl.
"You think I have humor?" he said in mock shock, "Wow, Abby, I'm touched."
"Can we focus here?" Abby said, "She's losing blood fast."
Tom rolled his eyes again. Then he looked at me with concern, before it switched to an "I have an idea" like look.
"So no paramedics, huh?" He asked. I nodded, and then coughed again.
"Hmm," he said, "You'll just have to come with us then."
"What!?" the rest of us, myself included, exclaimed. He shrugged.
"Well, yeah," Tom said, "Abby, you're a trained nurse. Why not help her out?"
"I am already stupid," Abby said, "we're using your Sweatshirt to keep the blood from gushing out."
"I know that," Tom said in a Duh manner, "but we can go ahead and just wrap her up back at the apartment. Seeing as she doesn't want to go with the paramedics. I say we help her at home."
"I say you're stupid and crazy," Todd said, "You trying to score on this chick?"
Tom looked at me and winked, it was so fast I barely saw it. He turned to Todd and smirked, "Maybe. Maybe not."
"Can we just take her back?" Tom said, "Come on, please?"
He jutted his bottom lip out, Todd groaned and Abby froze. Her shoulders slumped.
"Fine," Abby said after a second, "But you just volunteered your bed Tom. Get nice and comfy on the couch tonight. Got it?"
Tom held up a two fingered salute. Abby and Tom carefully helped me get to my feet. I got a better look at Tom. He stood about an inch taller then me and was fairly built. Tom started to chuckle to himself. Abby looked over to him.
"What now?" She asked exasperated. They both helped me walk back to the car. I put more pressure on my side, and I didn't feel any blood seep out. I wonder if I've clotted already.
"It's just, careful," Tom said getting me into the car he sat on my other side in the back, "it's just that, I was scolding myself for checking her out for a second before I realized she was actually looking me over."
I narrowed my eyes at him. To my irritation he copied me, but he was smiling.
"What?" he asked smugly. I growled and he started to laugh harder.
"Oh, chillax," Tom said, "I was just checking you out. Guys do it. I just never caught a girl doing it to me. I'm actually quite flattered."
My eyes widened a second and I felt heat rush to my face. What the Hell was this about?
"Buckle her in, Tom," Todd ordered from the front, "You have just now made yourself this chick's personal bitch."
Tom snorted, "oh, then can you give me pointers on being whipped? Thanks Todd."
Did they forget I was still amongst the living and I could hear their conversation? I almost spoke up, but Tom leaning over me to grab the seatbelt shut me up completely.
"And now we buckle ya in," Tom said, doing just that, "there we go."
He then turned to his own buckle and clicked himself in. Then he shivered.
"Dude, turn the heat on," Tom said. I hadn't noticed it was cold, why did he?
"Man, shut up," Todd said, "just relax."
"You know I can't," Tom said, "I'll fall asleep."
"Hey," Abby's voice snapped me back to attention, "what's your name anyway?"
"I, um, uhh," I answered. Do I tell her my name?
"Her name's Max." Tom answered. I gaped at him, how did he know?
"How do you know, T?" Abby asked. Tom shrugged.
Her tattoo on her left heel," Tom said, "It says Max II...Why in the hell would you get a tattoo like that?"
"Uhh," I said oh so smartly. Tom just shook his head.
"Maybe it's better if I don't know, you know?" He said. Then he turned his attention back to the front.
"Todd, put on my CD," Tom said.
"Fuck you, Tom" Tom gasped loudly.
"Ooohh," he said, "you sweareded! Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. For shame."
I laughed quietly at that. Tom smiled a little brighter.
"Come on, dude," Tom said, "I'll loan you my book."
"For a week?" Todd asked. Tom shook his head.
"A day," Tom said. Todd snorted.
"Five days," Todd said.
"Two," Tom replied.
"Three take it or leave it," Todd said. Tom sat back and his face turned into one of concentration.
"If I can choose the radio and music for the next two, then deal," Tom said. Todd nodded.
"Done," Todd said. Abby snorted.
"Can we please focus on getting back to the apartment?" She asked. I nodded my agreement. I was still sore.
"Here," Tom said, unbuckling himself and scooting closer to me, "can't be fun to lean like that. Lean on me."
I turned my head to meet his face and he was impassive. He was serious?
"Or not," Tom said, "that's cool. Invitation's open."
I rolled my eyes and looked back out the window, and then my eyes drooped. Then some music started up and I felt a bouncing feeling on my right. Coming from...Tom?
He was bouncing slightly in his spot, eyes closed, and bobbing his head, singing along quietly.
"I'm a Cowboy, bad assed and black singing," Tom sang quietly to himself. His bouncing died down but his head bobbing didn't.
"From side to side from front to back say, I put Detroit City back on the map by singing, Kid Rock's in the house and that's. Where. I'm. At."
I continued to stare at him; he never once noticed my stare. He just kept his eyes shut and sang to the next song. This continued, until Abby broke me from my musings.
"He likes music," Abby said, "a lot. He just likes to zone out to music in car rides. If he suddenly appears on your shoulder, just push him off. He'll pass out to the right song."
"Really?" I asked. I looked back at Tom; he was completely ignoring our conversation. Just bobbing his head, like he didn't have a care in the world.
"Yup," Abby said, "When he wouldn't go down for a nap as a baby his parents took him for a drive. He passed out immediately. Happens all the time. He's not allowed to drive on any road trips. But that's not why I started to talk to you."
"Then why did you want to talk?" I asked narrowing my eyes. She rolled hers.
"Um, your gunshot wound," Abby said pointing at it, "we're almost home. I just wanted to know how you were feeling."
"Oh," I said my glare lightening. I moved Tom's sweatshirt from it's spot and checked. The hole was gone! Oh my god! I can't let them see, they'll freak.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Tom spoke up from my right. Oh shit.
"Whoa!" he said, I could tell he was looking at my right side.
"What?" Abby asked. Tom ran a hand over his eyes.
"Her gunshot wound...it's gone," he said. I gulped.
"What!?" Abby exclaimed. She started to peer back here, but Tom shook his head.
"We'll get a better look at home," he said. Can you believe my luck?
"Fine," Abby huffed.
Tom turned his attention to me. He narrowed his eyes a little, in a thinking gesture. Then his eyes widened.
"Holy Shit." He mouthed. He averted his eyes back to the front. I grew worried, until a dark shadow caused me to look ahead. We were in a parking spot.
"We're here," Todd spoke up. He and Abby got out. Tom hurriedly followed and got out. I had to leave before-
"Come on," Tom said from my left. Damn, he moved fast.
"Let's go Max," Abby said. Tom held his hand out. I hesitantly took it, and he carefully helped me out of the car.
We all walked inside to the apartment complex. Todd and Abby ahead of Tom and myself. Tom was slowly drifting behind me. Just by an inch or so.
"This way," Tom said, "we'll take the stairs."
"The heck you will," Abby said, "elevator's much better for her."
Tom grumbled something that sounded like, "bossy much?"
We all piled into an elevator. We went up to the fifth floor and exited. We walked down the hallway and stopped in front of a room numbered 593. Todd got a set of keys out and opened the door. Tom shoved him out of the way, and stepped in.
"Lucy, we're ho-ome!" Tom said walking in. He walked about three steps before a grey and black striped cat walked over to greet him.
"Hey Lucy," Tom said kneeling down and petting the cat, "we won!"
The cat purred and mewed as Tom pet it. Once he stopped, Lucy walked away. Uninterested in the rest of us.
"Lucy?" I asked. Abby helped me walk in. My right side was really sore. She sat me at a stool near island that was located in the kitchen area of the apartment. Then she left to get her medical kit.
"Guard cat," Tom answered, "the only one of her kind."
"Huh?" I said. A can found itself flying at Tom's head. Tom caught it and tossed it back at the thrower.
"Stop spreading that bullshit, Tom," Todd said, catching his can. Tom narrowed his eyes at Todd.
"Piss off, Todd," Tom said crossing his arms, "When did your balls suddenly twist up?"
"Fuck you," Todd said and then walked away. He walked to a door in a hall located in the apartment. He entered it and slammed the door.
"Fuckin' jackass," Tom muttered. Whoa, what happened to the good spirit that I met like forty minutes ago?
"What's your problem?" I asked. Tom's attention came back over to me and he started to laugh.
"What?" I asked. Tom shook his head.
"Nothing," Tom said, "My problem is Todd. Todd's either pissed over the fact that the Indians won or the fact we brought you here."
"Why would either matter?" I asked again. Tom snorted.
"He and Abby are a couple," Tom said, "And Abby is a scheduler."
"For what?" I asked. Tom laughed.
"You're kidding right?" Tom asked. I shook my head slowly.
"Well, when a man and a woman love each other, or feel large amounts of lust for one another..." Tom trailed off. I caught on with what he was trying to say.
"Ohh," I said, "but how would the Indians winning have anything to do with it?"
"They made a bet," Tom said, falling backwards over an armrest of the couch, his legs dangling over the edge, "Tribe loses three times in a row, they ditch the schedule for a week. But if they win...Todd has to wait until the next few games."
"That's weird," I said. Tom nodded from his spot on the couch, and then spoke up again.
"It may be odd, but it's sure as hell funny to see Todd get so pissed," Tom snickered out. Then he sat up, looking at me.
"Who are you, really?" He asked. I gulped. I could make it to the door, but I wouldn't be able to fly because of the pain. I was stuck, Tom seemed to know that.
"Why do you ask?" I countered. Tom narrowed his eyes.
"Who gets a barcode tattooed on their foot?"
Fuck.
"I like produce?" I tried. Tom smirked but kept his glare on me. It felt weird. Tom seemed as though he were supposed to be a happy guy, I didn't like him when he wasn't smiling.
Whoa...where did that come from?
"Try again," Tom said standing up. He walked over so that he was in front of me.
I bit my lip. The look in Tom's eyes changed. His eyes widened and he looked away. He seemed to be gathering his thoughts, and then he made eye contact again.
"Well?"
I sighed. He was persistent, I'll give him that.
"My name is Max II," I said. He raised a eyebrow.
"You're shitting me," Tom said, "your parents actually named you Max II?"
"No," I said, a tear falling from my eye. I quickly wiped it away. What the hell is wrong with me?
"Then what?" Tom asked. He sounded more concerned.
"I don't have parents," I answered, "I'm a...a"
"An orphan? Aw man, I'm sorry," Tom said.
"No," I said, "I'm not an orphan, I'm...I'm a clone."
Tom stiffened. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened.
"No way," he said quietly. I nodded my head.
"That's.....So cool!" Tom said excitingly.
"What?" I asked looking at him like he was crazy.
"You're a clone?" I nodded, "That's too fucking cool."
"No it's not!" I snapped, "I have memories that don't even belong to me! How is that cool!?"
Tom's face fell, "I never thought about that. I'm sorry, Max...Was your...uh, donor named Max?"
I nodded again. Tom crossed a hand over his chest and rested the other under his chin.
"Can't keep calling you Max II then," Tom muttered, "It's not fair to you."
"Huh?" I asked. Tom nodded.
"I can tell you aren't like your donor," Tom said, "you two have similar traits and features...meaning two things."
"What?" I asked. Tom smirked.
"1. Your donor was very smart, and 2. Your donor was a looker."
I blushed and averted my eyes. Tom chuckled and sat in the stool next to me.
"Sorry," Tom said, "just telling it like it is."
"It's...okay I guess," I said. Tom chuckled.
"Wow. And I thought I was anti-social," he said.
"Bull to the shit," Abby said from the hall.
"Hey Abby," Tom said, "Max needs to talk to all of us. So could you get Todd?"
"He pissed?" Abby asked. Tom smirked and nodded.
"Fine," Abby said. She walked over and set her medical kit on the island.
When she walked into the room, I turned my attention to Tom. I glared at him.
"What?" Tom said, "I don't keep shit like this from Abby. She's my roommate."
"You room with a girl?" I asked. Tom rolled his eyes.
"She's just a friend," Tom said, "no need to be jealous."
I blushed even more at that. Wait...why am I even blushing? It's not like I even like Tom that way.
...do I?
But how can I? We just met not forty minutes ago.
Tom's hand waving in my face snapped me from my thoughts.
"Hel-lo! Anyone home?" Tom said. When I moved his hand he smiled.
"Well, glad to see you're here with us," Tom said. He gestured to Abby and Todd.
"Time to sing, birdie," Tom said. Wow. He just made the funniest joke I ever heard, because of my situation. I burst out laughing.
"Huh," Tom said, his jaw locking to the left and leaving his mouth agape slightly ( I could see his tongue moving, tracing his teeth like a snake about to strike its prey), "I didn't think it would be that funny."
"You're never funny," Todd said. Tom's jaw shut and tightened.
"Fuck off," Tom muttered. Todd smirked. Abby spoke up.
"Want me to bandage you up?" She asked. I nodded. I stood wincing from the soreness.
"You're gonna have to lose the shirt," Abby said, holding gauze and other medical equipment.
"Uh, o-okay," I stuttered. I never stutter. What the hell is with me lately?
I turned around and started to lift my shirt, and then brought it back down. I turned back to face them. Do I tell them about my wings? Should I even let them look at my wings? Why am I still here? I looked at these three teens and wondered why I hadn't bolted yet. Tom's eyes locked with mine and all those questions flew out the window, and my nervousness with them.
"I just need to show you guys something," I said, surprising myself and them. Tom and Todd looked at each other. Then back at me and they nodded.
"Get on with it." "A'ight, shoot."
I took a deep breath and then said in one breath, "Ihavewings."
"What was that?" Abby said, her eyes wide. Tom and Todd's expressions matched hers.
"I have wings," I said slowly. Then I brought my wings out. Todd took a step back, Abby covered her heart and mouth with her hands, but it was Tom I was focused on. For some reason, his response was what I needed to see. He was shocked and then...a smile grew on his face.
"That is sooo fucking sweet," Tom said, "You have wings. Fucking WINGS!"
My jaw dropped. Does anything get to this guy? Anything at all?
"Y-yeah," I said quietly, then I swallowed and said louder, "is...is it okay?"
"Okay!?" Todd exclaimed, "You have FUCKING wings!"
"That is so choice," Tom said, ignoring Todd, "What do you think Abby?"
"Th-they're beautiful," Abby said in wonder, "Like a Bald Eagle's wings."
"You're right Abby," I said, "they are Eagle wings."
"Xam," Tom said, "this has to be the sweetest rescue I have ever been part of."
"Xam?" Abby, Todd, and I questioned. Tom nodded.
"I've said it before and I'll say it again. You are your own person, your personality is different and unique. As is your wings. So you need a unique name," Tom explained, running a hand over my right wing, making me shiver, "I like Xam."
"Are you nuts!?" Todd said, "She has fucking wings!"
"So?" Tom said, still brushing the wing, "your point?"
"It's not natural! She's a freak!" Todd shouted. That hurt more then made me angry. Abby stepped up.
"Todd, what the Fuck are you trying to say?" she asked him.
"She's a fucking freak, Abs," Todd exclaimed, "We need to get rid of her!"
"Todd," Abby said, "Grab your jacket and leave."
Tom turned to Abby, his jaw slack for a second, then his smile returned and he dropped to his knees.
"THERE IS A GOD!!!" he exclaimed raising his arms above his head. I snickered at him. Todd scowled.
"You're kicking me out!?" Todd exclaimed.
"You better get out now," Abby said, "before I throw you out."
"Fine!" Todd shouted, walking to the door, "I was sick of you being a tease anyway! You and you're new freak of a roommate have a nice life!"
He left slamming the door shut with a bang. Abby and Tom stared at the door for about five more seconds before Tom suddenly hugged me.
"Thank God we met you!" He said. My face was no doubt as red as a tomato. When Tom pulled back he crashed his lips to mine. My eyes widened before they started to droop shut. Before closing completely Tom broke the kiss.
"Damn," he breathed, "that was nice."
I nodded, still a little stunned at the show of affection. That was my first kiss. Ever. And it was amazing.
"Uhh, Tom?" Abby said, "I should probably bandage her up."
"Oh, uh, right," Tom smiled sheepishly, "I'm gonna go grab a shower then."
Tom started to back away, and then turned around disappearing down the hall. I followed his movements until he was out of sight. I don't know what was up with that...but I liked it.
"Hey, Juliet!" Abby shouted, "Wake up!"
"Huh, what?" I replied. Abby was smiling.
"You're head over heels," Abby said smiling, "Don't try to lie about it either."
"We just met each other!" I exclaimed, "How can we have feelings for each other already?"
"You are asking the wrong person there, Xam," Abby said, already using my new name, "I just have a question."
"Umm, okay?" I answered. Abby grabbed the Gauze and other medical stuff, I took my shirt off carefully for my wings and my sore spot. God how did that heal so fast?
"How do you feel about him now?" Abby asked. I almost choked. Abby was still wrapping the gauze around my waist. I was blushing madly now. Abby stood and waited for an answer.
"He's...um, well..." I said nervously. What do you want from me? I've never felt this before, let alone talked to another girl about this before.
"He's?" Abby prodded. I swallowed my nervousness in one gulp.
"He's...cute," I said in a whisper, "and funny."
"Yeah," Abby said, "I know that. He's one of my friends. Tell me something else."
"The fact nothing seems to get to him," I said, remembering how delicate he was with my wing, "Like with my wing. Even when he hugged me just the, he managed not to crush my wings."
"Tom's a sweetie that way," Abby said, "And he's not a perverted one track mind guy. He's a buddy. Stick around for thick and thin...but when zombies attack, you're on your own."
I laughed. Abby and I continued our chat, focusing on the topic of Tom. Who he was, what his likes were, his dislikes, etc. I faintly heard music coming from the hall.
"Is that music?" I asked. Abby paused and then nodded.
"He'll play it whenever he gets the chance," Abby explained.
"Oh, what's up with that?" I asked. Abby shrugged.
"Got me," she answered, "all I know is he likes Music. Metal mostly."
I yawned. Abby chuckled.
"Somebody's tired..." Abby joked. I smiled.
"Yeah," I said, "so where am I sleeping?"
Abby smiled wider, "Tom's room. Beware of Lester."
"Who?" I asked. Abby chuckled, "It's an imaginary snake he made up to mess with his little brother. His ideas followed him throughout his life. He falls back on them. Whenever life gets him down, he thinks back to the older days...before he met me."
"oookay?" I said, unsure of whether I wanted to continue this conversation or not.
"His room's the last one on the left," Abby told me. I nodded my thanks, and headed down the hall.
I stopped in front of Tom's room, and opened the door. Wow. His room was Tan and forest green, there were posters of all sorts of things, movies that came out a few years ago, band posters, a few motorcycle posters. He had some weights scattered around the room. There was a radio on the dresser, a pair of black briefs draped over it. Umm, okay... The cat, Lucy, was on his black pillow. A camouflaged large pillow was half on and off the bed. His dark, blue or purple, sheets were thrown off the bed. It was a mess in here, but not that messy.
I stepped into the room and sat on the bed. Just looking around...wow his bed is comfy.
I laid down on it and shut my eyes, just breathing in and out his scent. He smelled good. Like, like old spice. Then the door opened. I shot up. There he was, in just a towel.
Nothing more, nothing less. He obviously didn't expect me to be in here. I wasn't exactly expecting him either.
"Well," Tom said, "this is awkward."
AN: I know there was no lemon in this chapter... Sorry Ador. I'll be sure to add it to the next one. I'm exhausted though, so you can't go being mad at me. I was up all night writing this fic. It might have to be a two shot...maybe more.
Let me know what you think.
Keep on Keepin on
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