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XO- Katyi

Chapter 2: Why Are You Here? [Max's POV]

I awoke to the loud buzz of my alarm, and my first reaction was flipping over and hitting the off button on the side of the clock. I slowly opened my eyes, peeking fuzzily at the time that was blinking on the black screen. I rolled my eyes, opening my lids further and glaring at the big red letters that flashed in my face.

It was 6:15 am! I never got up at this time, and I was pissed at whoever had set my alarm for this early. And there were only three people in this house besides myself, and I doubt it was the adorably irresistible and innocent two-year-old.

"Nudge! Angel! Get your butts in here." My voice sounded groggy from sleeping, yet exhausted from not sleeping enough. I felt my face twist into my 'what the hell?' look, and at that moment, my door flew open, and in stepped my family.

Angel, Nudge, and Rosie.

Angel, with her golden curls falling to almost her waist, was wearing a mini skirt of the baby pink color, and a white tank top, which had spaghetti straps. She knew how I disliked her showy clothing, yet did she listen to me when I objected to it? No, she did not. And she was nine! Already she had all the boys in town—that weren't attracted to Nudge, that is—falling all over her. I once caught one of them tapping her on her you know what. And then what did she do, you might ask? Well, she made me want to go over and murder her when she tapped his. I sometimes wonder, though, if I'm being too overprotective. Nah, not me. [And in case you are wondering what they tapped on each other, well, let's just say that I was surprised they weren't slipping their hands down each other's pants. 'Nough said.]

Nudge, though, had been very good since the beginning of our new life. She mostly hung out with the boys from her class that were drooling over her, and if not them, then she hung out with us—her family—and our friends, Jake, Mike, Grace, and Natalie, even though they are older than her. I believe that Mike—one of the nicest, and shyest, guys in Arizona—likes her, and, after all, he is only sixteen, not even two full years older than her, so it's okay. With her dark brown hair that fell to her shoulders in layers of soft shininess—I know, aren't I poetic?—and her dark caramel skin, plus those big chocolate-colored eyes, well, let's just say that even I wished I was her. And that's saying something. Not that I would want Mike to like me or anything—and I am 17, and he's 16, so it wouldn't work out anyway. Sorry Mike—but just to be gorgeous for a day seems nice.

Today, though, for some weird reason, she wore even showier clothing than Angel, which she never did, even though her clothing is pretty showy on its own. She was beautiful, though, and happy, and to me, her happiness was all that mattered.

And, yes, I know I'm great. 

Rosie was in Angel's arms, her perfect face grinning at me, her beautiful baby teeth blinding me with their brightness. Her pure white skin shone in the light that came from my lamp—which had somehow been turned on without me noticing it—and her chestnut hair fell past her shoulders in small, untouched ringlets, the big brown eyes that resembled my own staring at my face. She winked at me, and I felt my mask drop although I was still wary about a few things.

I wonder what is so special about today? I thought with just a bit of curiosity, seeing as that I was kind of talking to Angel. And, you should know this, too: she can read minds. It helps when you really get into my life story.

"Alright," I started, taking on a menacing tone. "Which one of you asses set my alarm for 6:15 in the morning?"

I had never been into cursing, but Rosie had already picked most of the words up from other people, so when in doubt at 6:15 in the morning, what do you do? Curse. [I don't curse often, just for your f.y.i.] And, also, Nudge and Angel used those words quite often, so…

All three of them had their guilt written plainly across their faces, but I smiled at them, and asked before they could answer, "Really guys? You put poor Rosie up to this? Tsk tsk." They both grinned and laughed with me, and Rosie began giggling, too.

When our laughter died down, I studied them for a moment. They seemed completely fine, just like they were on any other day, but something was off. And that's when I noticed it.

Their eyes. There was something in their eyes that was different today, and I could see they were trying to hide it. It seemed strange, because they never hid their feelings from me; it bothered me that they were doing this, so I asked them, "What is so special about today that you guys had to wake me up at this crappy hour? And be honest, because lying to me won't help you."

My voice became softer at the end, yet still held power in it. I tried to add a hint of a joking manner to my voice, too, but I was also serious about this whole thing, plus, I was determined to find out what was going on, because, just at that moment, pain and true guilt danced across their expressions. It was Rosie, of the three, that broke the silence with the awful truth.

"Today they weft us, mommy," she reminded me, and my eyes instantly stung with tears. Oh. My. God. How could I have forgotten this? I turned my back to the trio so that they wouldn't see me cry, self-anger racing through my mind, and I wanted to do only one thing: run and cry. But I couldn't do that, because my family was here, and my friends. So, basically, I was trapped.

At last, I was able to rid my eyes of tears. I straightened myself out, and then whirled around to face them.

"Why?" My question hung in the air, pain and fury dripping off it, and when I saw their apologetic expressions, I froze, then whispered, "I'm sorry, you guys. This just…it hurts too much. I'm so sorry." My voice broke at the end, and I slid my watery gaze to the floor before restating my question.

"I don't understand," I told them. "Why are you happy about today? I just don't get it. Why?! Why do you want to remember the reason for our hurt?! Why?!" I realized I was shouting, and the tears streaked down my face, but I let them. I didn't care. Because I was beyond listening. And I did what I thought was best for both myself and them.

I ran. I ran out my bedroom door, down the hallway, Angel and Nudge chasing me the whole way and calling out my name. But I didn't care. Right now, I just needed to be alone. I threw the front door open in one second flat before attempting to dash out, but something blocked my path. I crashed into a warm, dark figure, my eyes seeing only black.

And I yanked myself back, trying to push past the person, but failing. And when I looked up at the face that had left me so long ago I froze.

"What are you doing here…Fang?"

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