Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride.
"Do it." I said looking at him with my fiercest glare. "Say it one more freaking time. I dare you."
He leaned in close. "Yolo."
Okay, so this may just confuse you in the slightest bit. Right now I'm talking to Mr. It's-My-Job-To-Piss-Max-Off, aka Fang. Who, just so happens to be on my personal death row right now. And while you go shaking your head thinking that I'm absolutely insane for putting him on there, just let me tell you.
He needs to be. Because you can't just suddenly decide that, of all words, yolo is your new favorite. He didn't seem to realize that with me. I always live at least two times, the occasional three if I'm lucky. And I swear the cat the lives down the street has died five times now.
I threw my hands in the air. "What do you like about that word? The fact that only people who are total morons use it? The fact that the stupid word can have more than one meaning? Like, You Obviously Lack Originality? What makes the word stand out to you?"
He smirked, the right hand corner of his mouth tilting upwards. "None of those actually." He said leaning back and putting his feet up on the arm of the love-seat. Me, pushing them back down near instantaneously, if nothing for the fact that they just piss me off when they're there and leave smelly feet stink when they're off.
"What do you mean none of those? There has to be some reason!" I said irritation dripping off of every syllable.
"It gets under your skin." He shrugged at me, "Is that a good enough reason?"
I stared at him point blank. "Are you-? Did you just-? Gah. I'm just going to say your not my friend anymore." I said crossing my arms, more than a little miffed.
"The great Maximum Ride settling for something?" Fang asked condescendingly.
I want to say that I did something totally badass like doing a roundhouse straight into that smirking arrogant face of his, but then I would be lying. "I'm going to kill you one of these days Fang." I muttered. "Going to freaking kill you."
Not the best. I admit. But not the worst. And *le gasp* I wrote this in less than thirty minutes! (Quite a feat for me) But right now I'm bummed out. Mainly because I didn't get to be the host again, but then again. Who does? *Looks off into the dark sky because she has a extreme case of Insomnia*
R&R?
Pretty please?