The Secret Life of a Teenage Bird Kid

Max: I prefer Avian American! Gazzy: *fart* Hehe... I pooted.

A/N: PLEASE READ CH.1 BEFORE THIS!

Ch.2

Max's POV:

"Oh my God!" I screeched. No. No no no no no no no. This isn't happening. No way Jose. They turned around in shock, well Dylan did anyway. Lissa just had that ugly shit eating smirk on her face. "Dylan, what the hell is this?" I may have seemed calm, but I was freaking out on the inside. How could he do this to me? Am I special to him at all? Oh my God, I think I'm gonna throw up. "Uhh, it's nothing. We were just talking-" "Oh, well I didn't know that you could talk with your tongue in someone else's mouth! Dylan, how could you?" I ran as fast as I could down the hall, tears blinding my vision. "Max! Wait, please, I can explain! Max!" I tripped on my shoelaces and fell face first onto the tile floors. It hurt so much, but not as much as my heart hurt. Not one bit. "Max," panted Dylan, doubled over in exhaustion. Man, he needed to run more. "What?" I scream cried. "It wasn't what it looks like." "Oh yeah? Then what was it? Huh?" "I-I-I didn't think you were coming back, so I-" "So you just thought it was the perfect time to meet up with some hooker? Right?" "Well, yeah." "WHAT!" His eyes widened with fear. "No, wait! That's not what I meant!"

As he tried to rephrase what he had just said, I stared at him in awe. What did I ever seen in him? His hair was the ugliest of colors, a nasty bleached blonde color with a little too much grease. He wasn't pudgy, but he had no muscle at all. His ears were to big for his head, which was really small. His eyebrows were super thin & you could hardly seen them. He had zits all over his chin, and his eyes didn't sparkle. Not like Nick's did. Not like Fang's. Those dark eyes... No! Don't think of him now, deal with this.

"You know what Dylan, you can stop. Just stop. Because you are a worthless peace of crap," I said. "And you are a huge Carebear! Goodbye Dylan. Hope you have fun with your new toy. It's made out of plastic." I turned away and held my head up high. No doubt he was back there still trying to process what I had said. But when I was out of ear shot, I bawled my eyes out and sprinted outside into the rain. Okay, God. I get your sick joke, but my life isn't a movie. No need for the dramatic thunderstorm. I ran and ran, my footsteps mixing with the sound of the thunder. I couldn't tell if I was still crying, or if it was the rain hitting my face.

I tripped and fell again, this time landing on my chest. I picked myself back up and kept running. I was almost at Miss Joney's Flower Shop where Nudge worked. Just a couple more blocks. I saw it dead ahead. But of course, I didn't notice the huge puddle in front of me until it was too late. I slipped in it and fell. I felt a sharp pain in my head. Then the everything went black. Ironically, it happened right in front of the fricken flower shop. Ain't that a bitch.

I had a series of visions after that. My mother Valencia and I just arrived home from the hospital. Ari marveled at how small my body was. He wanted to see if I could fit in his Tonka truck, but our dad Jeb wouldn't let him. I saw me at three, taking my dad's food when he wasn't looking and shoveling it into my mouth. I knew he noticed, but I didn't care. I remembered Ella being born, her hair dark black. At first I thought she was a clone of my mom. I remembered being five and meeting Fang and Nudge at Church. Nudge was a year younger than me, and Fang was a year older. The Nudge kept, well, nudging me to show me her "battle scars" from when her and Fang would wrestle, and Fang kept biting me on my arm saying he was a vampire, thus when their nicknames were born. I could see Ari pushing me into Fang and telling me to kiss him. At the moment of course, we thought it was disgusting. Then I saw Nudge and I meeting Iggy at Fang's seventh birthday party. Nobody knows why we called him Iggy. Nudge had a huge crush on him. That same day we met his younger cousins, Angel and Gazzy. Angel was so nice to everyone, even though she was only like, 4, and Gazzy kept farting on people. Again, where the nicknames came from. I saw me at age nine, falling off of my scooter, crying on the ground because my knee was bleeding and there was gravel stuck in it. Then Fang walked up, tore a piece off of the end of his bandana (don't ask me why he liked those), picked out the pieces of rock, and cleaned off my cut with his waterbottle. Then he wrapped the cut up with the piece of bandana and helped me get home where we ate my mom's cookies, chocolate chip. I remember being eleven and watching my dad be sent to Japan to work with his science buddies. He's been there ever since. I remember being thirteen and having my first kiss with Fang in the janitor's closet at school. Then I saw Fang's face, and I knew it was really him.

"Max... Max, are you okay?" It was hard to hear, and to see. My head hurt like hell. Then my senses became clearer. "Max. Oh my God, what happened? Max, stay with me Max. Max!" Fang kept yelling at me to stay conscious. I looked over at Nudge, sobbing into the phone at the 911 operator. What the hell happened to me? Fang took off his leather jacket and laid it over top of me. I didn't realize that I was shivering. He then took off his shirt (A/N: so sexy...) and ripped it to pieces. He tied them around my head where the pain had been, which I'm guessing was bleeding. Honestly, I kinda like seeing him with his shirt off in the rain. That was the last thing I saw before I blacked out.

Fang's POV

10 minutes earlier

I felt kinda bad for being a "pissy preppy bitch" as my sister Serenity (a.k.a. Nudge) called it. But not bad enough to resist a cinnamon pretzel from Cinnabon down the road (Mmm... Cinnabon.). I chilled in a seat across from Nudge because she was on her break at the flower shop and she just had to give me an earfull about saying stuff to her best friend. "Why would you say anything to her Fang! You know how sensitive she is! She's obviously not the brightest bulb in the box for not noticing that Dylan's a douche bag, but hey, that's love." "It's not love," I said. "It's ignorance." "Oh, love, ignorance," Nudge said. "Isn't it the same thing?" "Yeah, but that's not the point. She's supposed to-" "Be with you?" God I hated when she did that. I swear, she can read minds. (A/N: Did she hear you saying dirty thoughts about Spongebob? Fang: NO... maybe...) "Look Nick, I know you love her. And believe me, there is nothing I would want more than for you two to be together. Well, maybe a french vanilla cappachino from Starbucks, but that doesn't count." I looked at her, a bit confused. "So what you're saying is you want some coffee?" "Pretty much. It's a cappachino, not coffee." "Isn't that the same thing?" I said. She stared at me, squinting her eyes. "What the HELL is wrong with you Nick? Don't you know the difference between coffee and a-" "Yeah, yeah. A cappachino isn't coffee. Anything else, princess?" "Bite me!" I stood up laughing. Max has taught her so well. I opened the door after grabbing my leather jacket and walked out the door. I still don't know why, but something told me to wait for the cars to go by so I could see the side walk across the street. Then I saw her. Max, face down in the concrete. And there was blood. A lot of blood.

"Max!" I yelled. Nudge ran outside and screamed at seeing Max bleeding on the ground. I ran through the traffic, jumping over a car or two (BEASTY!) to get to her. "Nudge, call 911!" She grabbed her Samsung out of her pocket and sobbed into it. "Max, are you okay?" That was a really dumb thing to say. She obviously wasn't okay. Her lips were blue, her face was pale, and I could see the split in her head. "Oh my God. Max what happened? Stay with me Max. Max!" I couldn't think of anything else to do, so I used my coat as a cover so she'd stop shaking so much and wrapped the bandages that I made from my shirt (A WHITE shirt, may I add!) around her head, just like my real dad had taught me. I could tell that she was slowly drifting back into unconsiousness. The ambulance came as soon as her eyes rolled back.

They put her in the car and sped off. Serenity and I got into my car and followed them. It was silent most of the ride, until we got closer to the hospital. "Fang?" Nudge whispered. "Is Max g-gonna be oh-okay?" I waited for a moment to answer. I really wasn't sure. "Yeah," I said. "She's gonna be okay. They'll just have to keep her in the hospital until she gets her strength back." We waited in silence, then Nudge pulled out her phone. "Damnit! I forgot to call Mrs. Ride!" She called Max's mom, who said she was on her way. When we got to the hospital, they immediately put her in the operating room. We told the receptionist to expect someone in a moment, then followed the doctors. We headed for the room they were wheeling her to when a male nurse stopped us. "Woah, little buddy," he said, sticking his hand out. "I don't think you guys should go in there. It could get a little messy." "Well," I said. "I am missing my daily Sesame Street episode, but I think we can manage." "Let me rephrase that. You aren't allowed in there. It's against hospital regulations-" "SCREW HOSPITAL REGULATIONS!" yelled Nudge. Dayuuuummmmn! "MY BEST FRIEND IS IN THERE WITH HER HEAD BASHED IN AND I NEED TO BE WITH HER-" "Serenity! Nick! Oh my goodness, what happened?" Valencia Ride ran up to us and gave us a hug. Her eyes were bloodshot from the ride over here. "Oh, Nicholas, look how big you've gotten! And Serenity, look how long your hair is!" She began to cry again, hugging us tight. I saw Ari, Max's older brother, walk up. His muscles were monstrous and his sandy brown hair was wet from the flooding rain. You could tell he was pissed. Ella, Max's little sister, ran up from behind him, wringing out her jet black hair. A foreign cleaning lady made angry gestures behind her. "What happened?" said Ari, staring at me like I did something wrong. "We don't know," said Nudge. "What do you mean you don't know?" "We just found her there, Ari," I said. "We have no clue." "Well somebody, better know, or I'm gonna-" "Sshh!" said Ella sharply. "We shouldn't argue while Max is in critical condition!" Ella always felt the need to use big fancy words. We sat down in the chairs and waited for the doctors to give us the information.

The door opened and the doctor stepped out, his hands bloody. "Mrs. Ride?" She looked up at him. "Y-yes?" "I'm so sorry. But your daughter is in a deep coma."

A/N: NOOOOOOOOOOOO! YOU MUST LIVE MAX! LIIIIVE! R&R!