I cannot believe how many reviews I have already gotten on my very first Maximum Ride fic!! Because of the popular demand on this story, I am updating today; as in, the day after I first 'published' the story.
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Fang POV (You all know that he doesn't say much [duh!] so don't be surprised if his POV sounds different from what I wrote in the first chapter.)
Everybody looked up from their food. Iggy almost dropped his newly-poured glass of lemonade, but not because he was shocked . . . because he was laughing. It was then I noticed that Max looked furious. It was excruciating that I couldn't save her the pain. Not that I knew what pain it was.
"You all know about the upcoming marriage . . ." Dr. Martinez began. She was interrupted Gazzy coughing. He was holding back a chuckle. " . . . and the date has been set."
Max reached over and squeezed my hand. I squeezed back reassuringly. We both knew that this wasn't the real news.
"But this isn't what I've wanted to say," she confirmed our thinking. "I've sent out invites to the big event, and I've decided that one certain person should come. He, or she, has been with you" (looking over towards me and Max.) "in one of the toughest times you've been through. And he, or she, needs to stay with us until the wedding."
I was confused why she wouldn't give us the gender of the person staying with us. Wow. Long sentence.
Dr. Martinez stood up and walked to the door. "And so, please welcome . . . " she threw it back and in came the 'guest'. " . . . Lissa!"
Max screamed. Literally, she squeezed a high-pitched whine through her lips and fell out of her chair. That was when I finally understood what Doc was trying to say:
First off, she wasn't looking at Max and I. Dr. M had just been looking at me when she was talking about "being with us in one of the toughest times we've been through." She was right; Lissa had helped me through a tough time.
Going to that school while staying with Anne made me antsy. Lissa made me feel comfortable. It wasn't that I had loved her. I had loved Max, but didn't want to tell myself that. I had to pretend that I had loved Lissa so she would stay around.
I didn't understand, and I still don't. But Lissa was a drug. A drug that made me feel better when I had a dose. So it did not surprise me (though it might surprise you) that I was very relieved Lissa had showed up.
"Nikki!" Lissa squealed. She ran over and lunged onto me, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I was stuck cradling her. Not that I minded, but Max did. She looked up at me from the floor with an open mouth.
I hugged Lissa back. "Good to see ya," I whispered. "I missed you."
Well. Max definitely heard that. She gasped and stormed toward the Flock's house. I tried to run after her. But I was trapped by Lissa. The drug. But this time, I had an overdose.
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Max POV
I was furious.
How could Fang do this to me?! I mean, we are getting freaking married! And here he is, cuddling with evil old Lissa, with the evil red hair and the evil piercing eyes and the evil . . . Lissaness. This was so not fair!
I stormed out of the Main House towards home, thinking how evil Fang was . . . just like Lissa. I didn't even eat anything and he has to go and ruin my appetite!
I flew up the first flight of stairs (not flew literally, with wings, but . . . you know what I mean!) and went into my room. It's the size of a large master bedroom, with a private bathroom and huge walk in closet. Everything is white: white bed sheets, white bookcases, white throw pillows scattered on the floor for comfort. The only color is pictures, decorative pieces, and my purple walls.
I headed for the shelves on the wall farthest from the window seat. My bag of chips and salsa were still there, but I was no longer interested in them. Like I said, I lost my appetite. The shelves were drilled onto the wall. The top shelf had a jewelry box and a photo.
I took the frame containing the picture from its place and looked at the faces in it. Me and Fang. He was looking at me with a rare smile and I was laughing, my eyes closed, my face in the opposite direction of his. We were in total bliss; him making me laugh, me just giggling away.
I then took down the jewelry box. The one that he gave to me. I must admit, it was absolutely beautiful, impossible to describe. I tossed the two items onto my bed and ripped a drawer open on my--you guessed it--white desk. A pad of paper was found, then a pen in another drawer.
I scrawled a message on one white sheet and tore it off of the pad. I gathered everything and made my way to Fang's room. His was totally opposite from mine, black, of course, but that wasn't why it was so different from my room. Not a single picture or vase of flowers (not that you would find flowers in here, but you get the point) could be found. The room was just empty.
I placed the photo, jewelry box, and note on Fang's bed and ran to the very top floor. I dashed to the end of the long hall that had all the other kids' bedrooms attached. A window was at the very end of this hall and I threw it open. I climbed up on the sill and jumped, snapping out my powerful wings. I flew towards the sunset that would show in my own window.
I managed to catch a final glimpse of Fang tripping for our home. Tripping because Lissa was holding onto his hand, pulling him back. I scoffed and caught an air current up and away.
I didn't plan on coming back.
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