DISCLAIMER: Maximum Ride belongs to James Patterson. 2,000 Miles belongs to the Pretenders and whatever company they are with.
CLAIMER: Any new plot ideas and characters in this story are mine, unless otherwise noted.
2,000 Miles
Once the rest of my mini-flock closed their eyes, I reached forward to the back of the seat in front of me and grabbed the headphones off of it. The plane was really fancy, so it actually had a radio on it. I stuck the buds into my ears, leaned back in the reclining chair, and listened to whatever station it was set at. A woman's strong voice suddenly blared into my ears, and I jumped up to turn down the volume.
He's gone 2,000 miles.
It's very far.
The snow is falling down.
Get's colder day by day.
I miss you.
I rolled my eyes at the lyrics; it was just some stupid love song. Guy has to go far away, girl misses him, he comes back, everything's perfect. Like that could ever happen.
I leaned my forehead against the tiny square window, surprised to feel how cold it is. I looked out into the dark sky, and my breath caught somewhere in my throat. It was snowing.
The children will sing.
He'll be back at Christmastime.
Was it Christmastime? It must be, for them to be playing Christmas music on the radio.
I look over at my sleeping mini-flock. I couldn't tell them that it was almost Christmas. Mutant runaways didn't celebrate Christmas. If I let them know, they'd just be depressed when Santa didn't come. I wasn't even sure if they knew who Santa Clause was.
I sighed again, running my fingers through my filthy hair. Fang wouldn't be back by Christmastime, would he? God, I wish he would be…
In these frozen and silent nights.
Sometimes in a dream you appear.
Max, you can't focus on Fang. You have more important things to think about, the Voice said. I just ignored it. It's not like I wanted to have my thoughts constantly dominated by Fang. It didn't matter, though. Even if I didn't think of him consciously, he monopolized my dreams.
Outside under the purple sky.
Diamonds in the snow sparkle.
Our hearts were singing.
It felt like Christmastime.
I looked up at the other passengers on the plane, trying to get my mind off of Fang. My eyes immediately landed on a young couple, probably just about twenty years old. The woman cradled a sleeping baby in her arms, while the man placed a kiss on her forehead, then gazed down lovingly at his baby. I pictured myself and Fang in that position, shocking myself when I actually smiled at the thought.
2,000 miles.
Is very far through the snow.
I'll think of you.
Wherever you go.
I pulled my eyes away from the couple, appalled at myself for picturing Fang and myself in that position. Why couldn't I get my mind off of Fang?
He's gone 2,000 miles.
It's very far.
The snow is falling down.
Get's colder day by day.
I miss you.
Maybe this song isn't so far off, I thought. Fang is far away, it's snowing, and I miss him like heck. The only difference is that he won't be back for Christmas, though I wish he would be.
I groan, banging my head against the headboard, getting several strange looks from the other passengers. I just couldn't stop thinking about him; I missed him too much.
I can hear people singing.
It must be Christmastime.
I hear people singing.
It must be Christmastime.
I sighed, finally surrendering to my never-ending thoughts of Fang. As my eyes closed, one thought played over and over in my mind.
I miss you, Fang.
