AN: AHHHHHHHHHHH... I am soooo sorry.. And I totally just realized how sucky my last AN was.. UGH...
Anywho, here I am, sitting in bed (with Fred) because a FREAKING BEE STUNG ME ON THE FREAKING FOOT! Stupid bee...
So sorry I didn't update until now, busy busy couple of weeks... But! I qill update quicker next time..
And Fred says hi! (He's my cute little iPod!)
Disclaimer; I don't own MR.. Blah blah blah...
Oh, some Max and Fang Action in this chappie ya'll ;)
I supposed I might as well try to find the cafeteria, Iggy did say it was close to lunch time and I was starved! I peeped out of my room, making sure that Dr. Dwyer was no where to be found, I got a weird vibe from her…
Shrugging I headed out into the hallway.
And suddenly felt stupid because I hadn't listened to Iggy while he was giving a tour. Ugh, I had no idea where to go to find the cafeteria; in fact I would be lucky if I could find my room again.
I headed down the white-ish cream-ish colored hallway, scoping out everything, getting a lay of the land. You know, looking for exits.
Ten minutes later I had found it. "Aha!" I cried in victory, punching my fist into the air.
I entered the cafeteria, my nose scrunching up; it smelled like puke and vegetables, a bad combo.
"Might as well see what kind of grub they've got." I muttered, getting in the lunch line, as I filed down the line (behind some tall hairy man) several decrepit lunch ladies plopped random crap on my plate.
I grunted, before grabbing a glass of lemonade and turning to look at the tables. I huffed, maybe I could eat in my room…
"MAX!"
I was immediately on guard, glancing around with my eyes narrowed. My eyes landed on a pale hand, waving in my direction; Iggy.
I sighed, heading toward him; I hoped he wasn't some weird stalker guy.
I stood nervously next to him, checking out the other people at his table, "Uh hi." I said to Iggy.
Sitting next to him was a mocha skinned girl she had dark hair and almond shaped eyes, she was absolutely gorgeous. "Max, this is Nudge, Nudge meet Max, a newbie here at Saint Luke's."
Nudge gave me a dazzling smile, "Nice to meet you, I hope you like it here, the food isn't exactly perfect but it keeps us alive right? Speaking of alive I hear that old man Keebler may not make it, you know he was always really nice… He reminded me of a puppy. IGGGGGYYY, I want a puppy!"
God, this girl sure could talk.
Iggy slapped his hand over her mouth, effectively shutting her up, I gave a sigh of relief before sitting on Iggy's other side.
"She's a bit of a talker." He muttered to me, grinning.
I smirked before noticing there was someone sitting across from me. He was decked out in black, and his hair was also black, though in the light of the cafeteria it almost had a purple glow. He felt my gaze and looked up at me, no emotions on his face. I blinked; his eyes looked black but were more of an extremely dark brown.
Iggy broke our stare, "This is Fang", he nodded his head in the direction of the dark boy, who, like Iggy, seemed to be my age. "He's the opposite of Nudge; not much of a talker."
I looked at Fang again; he was staring down at his plate again, picking slowly at the food.
"What's with the weird names?" I asked randomly, Iggy, Nudge, Fang… Surely those weren't their real name.
Iggy chuckled, "You're one to talk, Maximum. We made them up, wanted a fresh start, you know?" He asked a smirk on his lips.
I wondered how Iggy could always be so… peppy, didn't he feel bitter about being blind?
"Right, yeah, I guess that makes sense." I replied, nodding.
I took a small, tentative bite of the crap on my plate, and nearly spit it out.
"Gross…" I muttered.
"You'll get used to it." Iggy said, nudging me softly with his elbow.
I felt someone's eyes on me, and glanced up; Fang.
He had one eyebrow raised, and something flashed through his eyes, amusement.
I gave him a mock glare and a dark chuckled rumbled through his chest, I barely caught it.
"Uh oh, Nudge I think we have a pair of love birds…" Iggy teased, Fang and I both glared at him.
Nudge laughed, looking at Iggy with moon eyes.
I smirked, Iggy had no idea.
Lunch was over, and I was roaming the hallways again. Iggy and Nudge had gone off to the art room. I had always sucked at art, so I had opted out of going. Plus it would do them some good to have time together.
It felt good to have friends… It had certainly been awhile.
I wondered why they were here, Iggy, Nudge and Fang, they all seemed relatively normal… What could have landed them here?
"You like music?"
I spun around. It was Fang; his voice was deep, masculine…warm.
Wait, ignore that… That's not what I meant.
"Uh, yeah, I do actually." I sucked when it came to music too; I loved listening to it, but couldn't play at all. Or sing for that matter.
He nodded before jerking his head to the side, which I guessed meant; follow.
And I did.
Fang had a long stride, but I kept up fairly well.
He finally stopped at an open doorway, peeking inside before continuing.
And once again, I followed.
There was a piano, not a fancy one but a playable one, a radio, and several different types of instruments.
Fang headed towards a guitar, an acoustic, I knew that much about it.
He picked it up before taking a seat, and playing a few chords, then tuning it.
I leaned against the wall, watching him, he hadn't said much to me but he seemed like a nice guy… His black sleeves covered the whole length of his arms but he pushed the sleeves up, so he could play better, and I saw them.
Scars. Littering his wrists. I wasn't going to ask why he cut, it wasn't my business. Fang would tell when, and if, he wanted to. He hadn't asked about my history so I wouldn't ask about his.
"Will you teach me?" I asked, breaking the silence.
Fang looked at me, studied me for a moment, and then nodded.
I grinned, and the corners of his mouth quirked upwards.
"Come here." I took slow carful steps towards him.
Fang placed the guitar in my hands, showing me how to hold it. I nodded, listening as he gave me quiet instructions.
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