LOOK AT ME NOW! LOOK AT ME NOW! I'M GETTING PAPER! Hehehe. Hi. As Keaton Stromberg would say. This is my NEEEEEEW STORY! Not my fiction press one, obviously. Still working on this one. But! I predict great things for this one!

So. Here you go. Enjoy and, like always, sorry for any mistakes!

Cracked

Summer…

Love…

For some reason, those words are never in the same sentence. For me, anyway. Summer love? Yeah, right. With whom? Besides, the One Direction song proves it; it never lasts.

I sigh and lay my head back on the dock, my feet still in the water.

"Forever alone," I say out loud. Then I laugh at my own voice. I sound so pathetic. Who needs love? I'm only seventeen anyways. I have God. My family. My friends. Only pathetic, clingy girls complain about needing a boyfriend.

"Shut up, Max." I tell myself. "You are being stupid. You will find someone when God wants you, too."

Satisfied with my self-provided answer, I close my eyes.

Maybe God wants you to find him.

My eyes pop back open. My voice could be so ANNOYING sometimes…I mean…my other voice. The one that tells me things I don't like to hear. The one that gives REALLY crappy, worthless advice that almost always comes in riddles.

I snort. God…wanting me…to find him. Oh, yeah, that's a great idea. I could hardly find my phone in my BAG. No, God could bring him to me. Besides, my policy clearly states:

I shall not talk to anyone unless he or she talks to me first.

That goes against rule number one so sorry, no can do.

Why not?

Why not, what? What do you want me to do? Look right now? Because I'm SO sure he's out on a Saturday night, just walking around at two in the morning.

Maybe.

You are cracked.

But…hypothetically…if I am cracked, then aren't you too? Because I am coming from you.

I smack my forehead. I'm not sure if anyone else has a Voice but even if they do, theirs couldn't be half as an annoying as mine.

Look.

My eyes popped back open and I sat up. I heard something.

One of the downsides of being by yourself…in the dark. Your mind starts doing crazy things.

You're such a bother there is no one—

I feel two hands grab my sides. "BOO!"

"AAAAAH!"

I jump out of my skin and nearly fall into the lake.

"What the freaking heck?" I yell, getting to my feet and turning around to meet my visitor.

No. Way.

"FANG!" I squeal in delight. His brown eyes glint with mischief and his mouth quirks up on one side. I jump up and wrap my hands around his neck and my legs around his waist. He twirls me around a couple times.

"How the heck did you get here?!"

He shrugs. "Bought a motorcycle. Thought I should try it out."

I shriek again and he puts me down. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE HERE!" I squeal again, jumping up and down. "Do my parents know?"

"Duh," he says in that bored tone of his. "They invited me."

My eyes widen. "AND THEY DIDN'T TELL ME?"

"Nope. I wanted it to be a surprise." He quirks another grin. "So…" He leans in closer. "Surprise."

I grin.

Told you, my Voice says in what I swear is a smug tone.

Told me what?

That he was here.

I roll my eyes. Oh, great. Now he…or she…or it…thought Fang (who, mind you, is my best friend…from, like, kindergarten) was a possible love interest. For me.

Yup, I reason. Cracked.

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