(A/N: Hey, guys! My Stories haven't been as good lately, and I apologize. I'm really sorry, but I had a whole bunch of school work. What teacher makes you read three books at once? MINE! Anyway, I hope this story makes you feel hopeful about my writing skills. I've been wanting to write this for a while, and now that it's winter break…
Muahahaha!)
(And this is my disclaimer for all of my stories.
I DO NOT OWN MAXIMUM RIDE
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58
By Sam Havni
FANG POV
Greetings, from sunny ANTARCTICA. Come take a vacation in balming God-knows-how-cold degree weather! We hope you have a good time.
And we also hope you get the chance to spend your night in a wonderful home-made blizzard shelter. LIKE THIS ONE.
Yup. We're trapped in a tiny snow bank. Tired. Dying. Bored. Did I mention dying? I think so. WE'RE DYING. There. I said it. Okay. I could bore you with Total's speech of how it's the end and how he didn't see Paris and all that crap, or I could tell you the interesting parts.
Don't get me wrong, there's plenty of space for each of us. But not much. And we all have to sit in a ball. Total was seated on Angel's lap, warming her. Max and I were by ourselves, balled up and shivering. Even me. I know, weird, right?
I watched Angel, Max and Total. Total's eyes were droopy, and melancholy. Angel's were wide awake. Max's were…
Closed.
I scooted over to her, shaking her.
"Max, no. No! NO!" I shouted, attempting to wake her.
Her eyes opened slightly. I knew she'd be dead in minutes if I didn't do something. I wrapped my arms around her, warming her up.
"Don't go to sleep, Max. Don't. Open your eyes." I said, rubbing her arms.
Her eyes drooped ever so low. I propped her up on my lap, my arms around her stomach, resting my head on her shoulder.
"Fang," She whined. "Don't, it's not worth it."
"What?" I asked, confused.
"This is the end. I'm so sorry."
"N-No. No, max." I said, choking up. I knew I was dying now too.
"It's too late." She said, lying down on the ground next to me.
"No, NO!" I said, propping her up.
"Fang-" I kissed her, interrupting her sentence. I started to drift off, our lips still locked.
58.5
Heaven. I can't really describe it. Warm. Cozy. Wait…I'm still on Earth. I realized this as I opened my eyes. We were on the ship. But…Why? I thought I died! And I knew it wasn't a dream. Because I didn't go to bed in this room. I got up, quickly realizing what had happened. I laid back down, in too much pain to move.
I groaned. Max came rushing in, and checked on me. She was obviously in better condition.
"Don't move, oh, Fang." She started crying on my chest. I felt a lump in my throat.
"I thought you were dead." She sobbed.
"Max!" came the cry from Iggy down the hall. More footsteps followed.
He stopped in the doorway, his mouth open.
"Max, it's over. He's gone. We did what we…Wait a minute. Fang? Are you alive?"
"No, Iggy. I'm dead. Of course I'm alive!" I said.
"Fang! You had us worried! HEY GUYS!" Iggy called to the flock.
The flock came rushing in, all telling me how they rescued us and what not.
And the big news. I had been out for three days. Yup. You heard me. Three days.
Max had been coming in here every day for three days to cry on me. I felt like crying, too.
Coming near death usually changes a person. But not me. Usually. This time, it changed me. Sort of. I feel like I really almost died that time.
