Surprise?
You know, falling in love sucks. Especially if it's with two people. Especially if you're supposed to hate both of them.
One left, and one if the reason he's gone.
It sucks worse, because both of them are standing in front of me and my clone, forcing us to choose.
Me and Maya.
You see, Maya and Fang had gotten close. So close I became very jealous that I decided it was about time I forgave Fang. It's been ten years without him. Ten years with Dylan.
He and I had gotten close as well. I mean, yeah, we kissed a few times, but I'd stopped hating him. Right now, he's in the friend zone.
And I heard that the friend zone is impossible to get out of. Thank God.
He still believed we were created for each other though, so that sucks.
Anyway, you and I both know Maya will choose Fang. Which sucks, because I don't have a choice yet. I need reasons to eliminate one.
Oh, Lord, am I on the Bachelorette?
Great.
Anyway, Fang and his gang have been staying here at my mom's house for the week. The Flock had paired off, leaving me here with only one member of it.
Hello? Dylan never officially joined the Flock, and Fang never officially resigned, I count that as two halves...
Two halves equal a whole.
Ella and Iggy dated for a solid year and a half, but Ella realized that dating a birdkid was going to be impossible unless you're a mutant. So, they split, and now Ella is happily married to that boy who shot me.
Just kidding, she married one of Fang's gang members, who ditched him for her. His name was... Holden, I think?
Iggy and Nudge eventually paired up, and they've been together for three years. Iggy proposed only two months ago, and they're getting married in the fall.
Angel and Gazzy left the Flock and are going to college. Angel is going into criminal justice, and Gazzy is making bombs for the U.S. Armed Forces.
See? A lot happens in ten years.
They are all visiting us on Saturday. Today's Friday.
Fang has been telling me that Maya is his perfect other half, and like me, can't accept someone who was made to love you unwillingly.
Well, there's one thing we have in common. Like stubbornness. Yeah, we got that bad.
Dylan, he's exactly like me. Which is a pain in the butt if you ask me. I could not deal with that my whole life.
Now that I think about it, how did the Flock deal with me all their lives?
Well, minus Dylan, but Fang... he put up with it the most. Dylan, he's not used to receiving it, unlike giving it.
Well, I think you, reader, know who I pick. Of course you do. The author of this thing told you, or you stalked her profile and guessed. Or maybe it's because you heard.
Dylan's dead, did I ever tell you that?
No, but I swear it wasn't my fault. Sure, I pushed him off that cliff after I ripped his wings off, but I had a muscle spasm!
Honestly!
Or maybe you also heard...
"Hey, Fang! The baby's kicking!"
Er... You know how I said they both are standing in front of me? Dylan's more like... hmm... laying in a coffin?
Surprise?
Okay, this is probably the shortest and most retarded thing you read. But, hey, I'm bored, wanted Dylan dead, this is what I come up with.
So grab a juice box and suck it.
You hate me...
I hate you...
Go kill Barney
and then REVIEW!
~Xx-ThisSucks-xX