(This continues after James Patterson's excerpt finishes at: /books_ #excerpts
Then followed by:
/jamespatterson/docs/nevermore_excerpt)
I hope you enjoy my fan-fiction, guys. I haven't done one in a while, so…
Team Fax forever.
~UNL3ASH
My version of: NEVERMORE
"What are you doing?" Gazzy asks me, slight irritation is noticeable in his voice as I snatch the T.V. remote away and flip to another channel. I sit myself on the couch and toss the remote back to him. I close my eyes and rest while he flips it back, not even bothering to judge my actions. I roll my head back, and I feel a warm body suddenly resting next to mine, and I recognize him as Dylan. Immediately, my face heats from earlier today.
You know I love you, I remember his exact words, and a surge of comfort invades my system. It feels so right, yet… wrong. He lays his arm over my shoulders, indirectly inviting my head to his shoulder. I accept.
Still, I can't shake the small feeling in the back of my head that this is all wrong. I blink, and shuffle away, almost imperceptibly. But not to him. I can see he's confused, but I don't dare look at him.
"Ahem," I clear my throat, "I'm going to get some water." I rise quickly and walk to the kitchen, my face sure to be a red as a tomato. My back hits the refrigerator, and I put my face in my hands. Fang was never like this, never confessing and showing his emotions so raw. It was a silent secret between us. We knew it was love, and it was completely evident, as well. I was so lost in it though, so lost. I was oblivious to the fact that my flock needed me. But, it hurt. It hurt badly. Yet, Dylan had his own way of soothing my emotions. And again, I realized that my love life was such a horrible mess.
I needed a break.
I suck in a full breath of air, and push it out. I make my way out of the kitchen, to the living room and plop myself onto the stool at the kitchen counter by the small T.V. I pulled a notebook to myself and plucked the pen from the spiral. I opened the notebook to reveal its contents, and some of it was our agenda's, schedule's, event's, pointless doodle's… You know, all of that.
I find myself at a blank page, pen in hand, and a blank mind, as well. Damn.
Do you need help, Max?
I startle at the Voice in my head, Oh, hey Voice. Nice time to pop in. I pause a moment, You need anything?
Actually, It begins, it's looks to be that you don't have a start. You don't have a clue as to what to do next since Paris.
"Excuse me?" I snap, a pain filling my chest so quickly, my hurt turns to anger. And then, I realize that I've talked out loud. I turn my gaze only to find four curious pairs of eyes staring in concern. Or something of the sort.
Research, Max. Work at your goal.
And then, I get the feeling that the Voice is gone again. And my flock is looking at me like I'm insane.
Again.
Thanks for reading! Review please, let me know what you think, and I'll inspire myself with yet another chapter.
