Oh mah Goodness! Thank you all so much for reviewing and helping me and other things. It means so much that you people have read it and liked it!
ANYWHO. . .
Welcome to the second chapter! Are you excited Fang?!
Fang: *shrugs*
Well then. . . What about you Max?
Max: When do we get to the cool bits?
All in good time, my grasshopper.
Max: Okay, sure.
Iggy: ONWARDS!
Where, in the name of all things colourful and loud, did you come from!?
Un-Break My Heart
3 Years Ago
April 15, Year 2012
I woke up.
I know.
So dramatic.
But normally I wake up with a pain in my chest, or my hip or something. But today?
Nothing.
I rolled out of bed.
Quite literally.
And crawled across the floor to my leg. It sat there next to my wheelchair and my crutches. To early in the morning to put my leg on. I'm still asleep technically. I sat up straightish, with my legs out in front of me. Well, leg. I opened the wheelchair up from its closed position. I spun it around, pulling myself up into it.
I looked around, rolling it around in circles looking for some pants. There they were. All the way over there. Next to my bed. Eh.
Too far.
Shrugging I wheeled myself out the door, skidding along the carpet. Yeah, I'm a little bit of a mad man on the wheels.
I rolled down the spiralling slope to down stairs. I was going way to fast, but I knew what I was doing. I get down the bottom, flying into the living room as a white, black, and blonde blur. I continued rolling into the kitchen. Stopping suddenly, I saw I wasn't alone in the kitchen. Fang stood there, pouring himself a glass of orange juice (eww). But that wasn't all.
God no.
He was shirtless.
And I almost died right there.
Okay I'm not gonna lie, Fang has a pretty good body. Perfectly toned back. Nice biceps.
Okay, okay, yes, it's wrong. I'm perving on my best friend. But if you were in my position, it's kinda hard not too, you would find.
"Like what you see?"
I scoffed as he turns around. Damn. Those are some nice abs.
"Maybe,"
I retorted. His eyes went from my eyes, down my neck, across my chest, over my stomach, grazing over my underwear and stopping on my legs. LEG! My missing leg stopped mid thigh. I called it the Stump, but Fang hated it when I called it that. I always wrapped the stupid thing in gauze so you didn't have to look at the ugly scarring on it. I raised an eyebrow.
"Why, you like what you see Fang?"
His eyes broke away from my tan legs and looked at my lightly pink face, into my ugly brown eyes. If I wasn't mistaken, his cheeks were tinted the tiniest bit pink as well. I couldn't be sure though, because just then he thought to speak.
"Maybe,"
Then he turned around to get his cup, taking a sip. He was barefoot, with dark Levi's riding low on his hips. He had a v shaped way, that his hips loped down and disappeared into his Levi's. He had an eight pack, that wasn't obvious but still there, if you looked. Which I wasn't. Looking that is. Then he had his rock hard chest, turning into perfectly curved shoulders, the size of a mack truck. Then they spread out making his biceps and arms and piano playing fingers. So yeah, Fang had an excellent body.
Damn God for giving me such a good looking best friend.
"Wheelchair?"
I shrugged, shaking myself out of the very wrong thoughts about my best friend.
"I was bored. I haven't used this thing in ages."
He nodded. I wheeled myself around to the kitchen. To the fridge, I opened it. Looked in it. Closed it. Wheeled self to pantry. Looked in. Closed door. Sighed.
"Nothing up to the Max Ride standards?"
I sighed, pulling my best disappointed face.
"Unfortunately not."
He gave a mock sympathetic look. We both said simultaneously,
"Gloria Jeans,"
Then we laughed silently, trying not to wake the others. He grabbed the handles of my wheelchair, pushing me up the ramp. He shoved me into my room telling me,
"As much as I appreciate it, I don't think the Gloria Jeans staff want to glimpse Max Rides rather pretty underwear,"
"Had a good look did ya Fang?"
I retorted. He snorted,
"Put some pants on Max,"
I poked my tongue out at him as he stalked of down the hall. I watched as his stupidly perfect body disappeared. I rolled into my room, grabbing my leg as I went. I pushed myself off the wheelchair, onto my big queen sized bed. Strapping the leg on, I pulled some skin coloured see through tights, to make my leg seem less fake. Pulling on a pair of ripped skinnies, a three quarter length light blue tank top that had the TMNT (The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) on it, then I put on my storm trooper necklace on. Pulling on a black hoodie that said,
"EXERCISE
...Ex..er...Cise
...Ex..ar..size
..Eggs..are..sides
...For...Bacon
BACON."
Then quickly pulling on my high top, beat up, converse, grabbing my phone, with the greatest case known to man, "I Speak Fluent Sarcasm" and some spare cash, I was ready to go, just as Fang barges in, pulling a black hoodie over his head that said,
"Nope." on it. We were ready to go.
Running through the rain and grey, we made it to our place.
Walking into Gloria Jeans, we were greeted with the dinging if the little bell, the strong aroma of coffee, the smell of old newspapers and books.
You walk in and the first question is, where do I sit? You have a huge selection of big comfy chairs that range from gothic to modern, comfy to hard, wood to iron, recliner or poofs, soft or scratchy. Clumps of mismatched furniture surrounded little coffee tables.
The coffee tables were covered in sugar spills, newspapers, napkins and loose change. Most were a dark wood.
The floors were a dark mocha coloured brown wood. Tiles toward the counter. With rugs placed in random corners and under chairs.
The walls were a dark wood, with coffee cups and kettles, glasses and spoons painted on the walls.
The counter had glass windows filled with cakes and treats.
God.
I love Gloria Jeans.
"Hi and what can I get you today?"
I pointed to Fang to go first.
"Umm, large, skim, cappuccino, half strength, extra hot,"
The lady behind the counter nodded, writing his order down. She visually pushed her chest out and began fluttering her lashes, 'flirtatiously', (look up: Has something annoying in both her eyes) and her voice go into a 'sexy' tone,
"Is that all,"
"Yeah, I'll let my girlfriend order please,"
I felt my eyebrows shoot up as his hand slid into mine. He looked at me, his eyes pleading to play along. I giggled like a girlfriend would. Her green eyes cut into me, but I ignored her. That death glare was about as scary as a kitten yawning, covered in a big pink blanket.
"Yeah, umm, I'll have a large, soy, ice chocolate, with extra whipped cream, thank you,"
While she tallied up the order, with a scowl, Fang yanked me to him, wrapping his arms around my waist. My eyes flew open as he pulled me into his embrace.
He put a twenty on the counter and said,
"Keep the change,"
Like they do in the movies.
I put my arms up around his neck, burying my fingers deep into his hair, pulling his face closer to mine. I whispered in his ear,
"Girlfriend eh?"
He chuckled.
"Yup,"
"My dear Fang, is that your way of asking me out?"
"You wish."
"Then what the hell was that?"
He sighed into my ear, causing me to shiver. His lips grazed my ear, making a jolt of electricity shoot down me. I giggled uncharacteristicly as he caught my ear lobe between his teeth. I couldn't help it, I gasped.
I now what your thinking. It was all for show. We do this a lot actually. He'll make me his 'girlfriend' and then we fake it out, holding hands, kissing cheeks. To run away from his crazy fan girls.
Apparently, he was up to nipping earlobes now.
"A way out?"
He asked. His breath fanning out against my neck as he nudged my collar bone with his nose.
"Oh really?"
He kissed my collarbone.
"Yeah,"
He breathed out. Was it me, or was his voice slightly shaky?
"Umm, order for the Rides?"
I pulled away, the warmth and, confusingly, thrills slowly dulling, the further I moved away. I pushed him away, but he grabbed my wrist, joining our hands together. I looked down then up at him, a small smile playing on my lips. He gives a grateful smile, that was mainly a twitch of the lips.
"Thank you,"
I grab my large ice chocolate. You know the chocolate stuff that they pour on coffees with the froth? Yeah, I covered the cream in the stuff. Then I squeezed caramel all over the chocolate covered cream. I stuffed a straw in the drink and took a sip.
Ohh sweet lord.
I moaned as Fang yanks me toward our corner.
"If only I could make you moan like that,"
He said. I punched him in the arm and he rubbed it, with a scowl on his face. I laughed at his childishness.
We sat down and I could here the bimbo behind the counter, with her fake boobs, artificial blonde hair and her too green eyes, huff and puff about us being together. I smirked.
"Good work Fang. She probably spat in this,"
I whispered, taking another sip. He chuckled and said,
"Yeah, but it's so worth it,"
He dragged out the so, adding a wink on the end. I glared at him. My heart did a stupid little flutter. Blame it on the cancer.
"No! You didn't!"
"Yeah I did!"
We both started laughing. I managed to get a sentence in, in between the laughs,
"What did she say?"
He turned serious. My chuckles died down with Fangs laughter.
"Fang, what's-"
"Yes,"
"-wrong? What?"
"Yes,"
"Yes what?"
He sighed, eyes avoiding mine.
"Yes. She said yes,"
My world stopped. No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. This can't be happening. A crack of lightning sounded outside, illuminating the outside world. No one was out. You'd be crazy to be out in this weather.
"Excuse me,"
I practically launched from the seat and flew to the door. I roughly shoved the old guy that was coming in through the door, over, almost knocking him down. I ran out into the rain.
No. No. No. He couldn't have. No. No. No.
I kept running, drenched, even though I only just got out of the shop.
"Max!"
I ran faster. Dropping my ice chocolate, that mixed with the rain.
"Max!"
Shit. The voice was coming closer. I took a left, crossing the busy street. The red lights blurry through the rain. The red lights reflected off the roads, the yellow and white lights the brightest. The red turns green, the white fades.
I didn't stick around long enough to hear his pleas on the other side of the road. I took a left, a right, another right, a left, until I stood out the front of the hospital. That's what you get when you run blindly though I guess. It takes you wherever it wants to. I couldn't walk into the too white building, with its tests and cages, it's too clean smell and antiseptic. The smell of death.
I turned around and faced the drowned park. It's normal greenness a bleak green. I walked across the oddly deserted street.
I sat down on my bench, looking up at the black abyss.
I don't know how long I sat there. Staring at the sky. But I now lay along the top of the bench. Clothes saturated, tears gone, expressionless.
It could have been minutes. Seconds. I could have laid there, staring at the sky for hours. For all I knew it could have been days. It was an impossibly long time I knew. But the chill was only just getting to me. My sense of time was gone.
I didn't feel anything.
Not the fat drops that landed on my face.
Not the splintering wood beneath me.
I didn't see anything.
Not the flashing lights of cars passing.
Not the dull overly white light from the hospital across the street.
I only saw the black abyss above, crying above me.
It took over my tears.
It took over my feelings.
And I didn't care.
I didn't care if I died from hypothermia.
I didn't care if I laid there for days.
I didn't care about the fact that I was dying in three years.
I only cared about one thing.
I had lost it. Officially. I had lost it. I was lost. I had no clue where I was. How I'd get home. I wanted to be in that Gloria Jeans with him. Drinking our drinks. Making fun of the bimbo behind the counter. I wanted to laugh at ridiculous things. I wanted to be cancer free. I wanted to be brave.
But I didn't know why.
One thought swirled around in my head.
I closed my eyes, welcoming a new darkness. A new black. I wanted to sleep. This could, quite possibly be the worst day of my cancer filled life.
The day my best friend tells me he has a girlfriend.
A doctor.
A pretty doctor.
Set on saving the world.
But that wasn't what annoys me. Made me upset. No. This was much worse.
He
Was
Marrying
Her
Don't leave me in all this pain
Don't leave me out in the rain
Come back and bring back my smile
Come and take these tears away
Wow.
That was sooooo unexpected.
Fang: I thought this was a fax story?
So did I.
Max: Why am I so love sick?
You're not. You're just depressed your best friend is marrying some evil bimbo.
Max: So she's evil?
On some level. . . Yes?
Fang: Why am I marrying an evil bimbo?
I DON'T KNOW! WHY NOT!? JUST READ THE STORY!
Max: Do I know her?
. . .
Iggy: Unexpected.
All nod in agreement.
I actually didn't plan for that to happen. Writing gets the best and the worst of me. Any who, the song is 'Un-Break My Heart' by Toni Braxton.
OOOH! Sorry for the shortity. :(
Question. What is you favourite Italian Food?
Mine is Margherita Pizza!
ALSO!
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To everyone that has not read the TMI (The Mortal Instruments) or TID (The Infernal Devices) you're all insane!
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