Okay people, here is chapter three of Live and Let Die. Hopefully it's better than the last one.
I'm not really totally into writing this story; I'm more into one of my other stories, Only You. So, I won't be updating this one as much. I'm just weird like that.
Disclaimer- I do not own Maximum Ride.
Claimer- I own a taco…
So, onward…
I knew this was going to be a long day.
"Here." Ella said, shoving clothing into my hands, "You can go clean up and whatever in my bathroom right through that door." She pointed at the door across from her bright green canopy bed. I walked over to it, relived that I could finally take a hot shower.
I swung open the door and walked into the semi-large bathroom, realizing how clean Ella kept everything. She must have had a problem with the five other kids living in the house with her. I went over to the shower and turned on the water, hot as it would allow. As the steam swirled around the room, I quickly stripped off my clothes and stepped into the scalding water. I felt it fall down my back and wings, leaving a stinging heat wherever the water touched.
Fifteen minutes later, I figured it would be smart to turn this long, luxurious shower into a short, still luxurious one. I turned off the water with a flick of my wrist and, reluctantly, stepped out, wrapping myself in a plush towel. I looked over at the clothes Ella had given me. Black and white plaid shorts, I think she called them bermuda's, and a black tank top. It wasn't my normal attire of ratty hospital gowns and old scrubs, but it worked, man did it work.
I stepped out of the bathroom five minutes later feeling fresh, and new. I passed a mirror on my way out of Ella's room and I stopped to look at myself. I had grown two inches in the last year, now I was five-foot-eight. My normally dirty blonde hair hung in wet strands down my back and my brown eyes just seemed to pop out for some reason. I quickly went over to Ella's dresser, grabbed an elastic band, and tied my hair back, preventing it from soaking the back of my shirt.
I walked down the hallway, still favoring my injured leg, and slowly made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen. I was greeted with smiles from Ella, Nudge, the Gasman, Angel, and Dr. M. I wondered where Fang and Iggy were. I leaned against the wall, not yet wanting to go sit down with everyone.
"Max," Dr. M said from behind the island in the middle of the kitchen. "Would you mind going to wake up Fang and Iggy. It'll be amazing if you could wake them up."
"Why would it be amazing?" I asked, standing up straighter.
"No one else can wake them up." The Gasman said from his seat at the table. "Iggy has seven alarm clocks in his room. It's crazy." I laughed at that.
"Seven?" I questioned. "That is crazy. Let me take a crack at it." They all nodded and gave me skeptical looks, not believing that I could wake them up. This was my challenge of the day. I walked back up the stairs and down to hall to the second door on the left. Iggy's room. Signs lined his door saying 'Caution: Bombs in progress' and 'you open, it explodes'. I was willing to take that chance. I opened the door and was introduced to a pure white room. Literally everything was bright white.
I turned on the lights and I heard a groan. I looked over at the bed and I saw Iggy roll over and pull his blanket over his head, attempting to block out the light. I crossed the room and knelt down next to where Iggy was facing.
I tried everything I could think of to wake him up. Cold water on his face? No go. Pinching his nose closed so he couldn't breathe? He turned blue, but didn't wake up. Scream in his ear? He hit me in the face. Shine a flashlight in his eyes? He hit me on the head with it and rolled over. This kid was dangerous even when he wasn't awake.
I tried to rack my brain, thinking of something that would make him get up. Then it hit me. It was simple enough to work. I leaned down right next to his ear and whispered, "Ella's waiting for you." That did it.
He bolted up yelling, "What? Where?" I just looked at him, laughing hysterically. Once he realized I was making stuff up, he groaned and stood up, walking across the room to his closet. After making fun of him for about five minutes, I left his room, still laughing. I walked to the other side of the hallway. Time for my next victim. Fang.
I opened the door and was standing in the exact opposite of Iggy's room. Instead of everything being white and a mess, everything was black and was neatly organized. It was actually really surprising. I turned on the light as I went over to his window. He had probably the best view in the house; it looked out right over the canyon. I stood in front of his circular window for about five minutes and I figured it would be a good idea to actually wake Fang up.
I sat on the edge of his bed and leaned over his lethargic body. I flicked him in the temple and he just twitched his nose. I thought about ways that I could wake him up. There's the water, yelling, alarms, jumping on the bed, light; nothing seemed like it would work but I will tried each of them. Not one of them succeeded.
I sighed and plopped down on the side of his bed, thinking of another way. He rolled over in his sleep and I looked over at his clock. The numbers read '10:17'. Man, this kid could sleep. I looked over at his serene face and got up off of his bed. I kneeled down in front of him and slowly touched his hand, feeling as if every nerve in my body was on a sugar high. I think he felt it too, his hand lightly jumped as I touched it, his eyes opening slowly.
I looked at him and I saw a smile play on his lips. "So I see you stayed." He said softly, sitting up but not moving his hand from mine.
I just smiled and said, "The hospitality was too much to give up." I closed my eyes for a minute and reopened them, seeing Fang staring at me intently. "I was thinking. Maybe I could stay here. For awhile anyway, considering I really have no other place to go."
"I thought you'd say that." He said, smirking. "I'm just too hard to resist aren't I?" I groaned and whacked him on the side of the head.
I smirked and said, "Oh, oh course. That's why as if every nerve in my body was on a sugar high. I think he felt it too, his hand lightly jumped as I touched it, his eyes opening slowly.
I looked at him and I saw a smile play on his lips. "So I see you stayed." He said softly, sitting up but not moving his hand from mine.
I just smiled and said, "The hospitality was too much to give up." I closed my eyes for a minute and reopened them, seeing Fang staring at me intently. "I was thinking. Maybe I could stay here. For awhile anyway, considering I really have no other place to go."
"I thought you'd say that." He said, smirking. "I'm just too hard to resist aren't I?" I groaned and whacked him on the side of the head.
I smirked and said, "Oh, of course. That's why you aren't letting go of my hand." I saw him glance down at his fingers, which were wrapped around mine. He pulled his hand away slowly, and the tingling sensation lining every one of my nerves stopped. For a second, I missed it.
I stood up and walked over to his door. I turned around and looked at him as he stretched his back, yawning. "Oh yeah, you probably should come downstairs before I eat your breakfast."
"You wouldn't dare." He said, narrowing his eyes. I smiled and turned around on my heel, skidding out of his room. Before I knew it, Fang had jumped off his bed and ran to the door, grabbing me from behind. He spun me around and I came face to face with his bare chest.
I felt his grip loosen on my arm as he looked down at me. I heard footsteps behind me and I tried to tear my gaze away from Fang's. I was unable.
"Max," A voice called. Ella. "Did you wake up Fang? Iggy's threatening to eat your food, and trust me he will-"She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me and Fang standing face to face. "Uh, sorry. I'll go downstairs now."
I looked up at Fang and we both burst out laughing. He put his hand on his forehead, trying to calm himself down as I just rested my head on his chest, eyes squeezed closed, shaking with laughter. After we calmed down, we just walked down the hallway, still chuckling occasionally at the expression on Ella's face.
We reached the kitchen and everyone there gave a round of applause. "What's that for?" Fang asked, curious.
"Well," Ella started, "Two things. One, you t-" She was elbowed in the ribs by Dr. M, who then returned to the stove. "You two, uh, are the eight-hundredth people in here!" She gave a nervous laugh.
"Only one of us can be the eight-hundredth person," I pointed out, "What's number two?" Fang and I went over to the table and started helping ourselves.
"Max has the fastest time on waking you two up. Only ten minutes for both of you." She said proudly. "That's a real accomplishment."
"Wow. I feel special." I said, scooping eggs onto my plate.
"You beat my record of fifteen minutes." Nudge said as she put pancakes in her mouth.
"Yeah, she just talked in their ears for seven minutes each." The Gasman said, picking up his plate. "I'm surprised their ears didn't start bleeding." I laughed at the thought of Nudge talking long enough for that to happen; only receiving two kicks from under the table from Fang and Iggy. How Iggy hit me? I do not know.
I started to eat when Fang decided to make an announcement. "Guess what everybody!" he said, with mock excitement. "Max has decided she wants to stay!"
Cheers erupted from the younger kids, I guess I was liked among this odd little family. Once the noise died down, you could hear Ella mumbling, "Yeah, of course she would tell Fang first." I shook my head slightly and went back to eating.
I see some budding romanceeee
So, kind of a crappy chapter but, whatever. It works.
This story is probably going to end up being just the flock going to school, dates, jealousy, Fang/Max definitely. You guys can tell me whether you want Nudge/Iggy or Ella/Iggy because it really doesn't matter to me.
I think one of my other stories is sadly unpopular. Solitude only has two reviews. I am sad now…
SO, tell me how I did…
