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Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride
We walked into the mall. As usual, it was crowded and noisy. But the movie line wasn't that long.
"Hey Fang, want to go catch a movie?" He looked around, comparing all the other places to the movie. He looked at me and nodded. We walked off.
We got our tickets, bought some popcorn, and went to the theater. We saw this movie where people were genetically engineered into plants. It was boring. All they did was stand there, suck in sunlight and perform photosynthesis. What's more exciting than that?
"You wanna ditch this?" Fang asked me.
"Yup," I said and we walked out of the theater.
"What do you want to do now?" I asked Fang. He just looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. "Okay, then let's just walk around."
About five minutes later, I was bored.
"Can I listen to the iPod, Sa- I mean Fang?" He gave me a 'I'm-gonna-bring-this-up-later' look and then handed me the iPod.
"Let's go get something to drink, Max. My mouth and throat feels like I ate a lot of salt this morning."
"I told you not to eat the 'sugar', Fang, 'Cause that wasn't really 'sugar.' Gazzy replaced it with salt."
"No wonder. Well that just goes to show you that I should listen to you more." I looked at me, then I blushed.
"What do you want to drink?" I asked. He looked around, then spotted the nearest ice cream shop.
"Maybe a milkshake." Then it hit me. We haven't had dinner yet.
"Do you want to go get something to eat first?"
"Yeah, something with low sodium." We laughed.
We went to one of those 'sit-down' restaurants in the mall. Fang and I got a salad. He got a milkshake like he wanted. I got to pay the bill. Those freaking milkshakes cost a lot! He got a "gourmet" milkshake. What kind of milkshake is "gourmet"? They probably only put "gourmet" to put the price.
"Happy birthday, Fang," I said. "That was your birthday present."
"But, it's not my birthday. . ."
"No freakin' duh!! That's how much I would pay to get you something! So happy birthday!"
"Uhh. . . Thanks?"
"I want to go shopping. How about you?"
"Sure."
We walked out of the mall with a couple bags full of close for all of us. We could barely fly home they were so heavy, but we made it. We walked in our rooms and started sorting out the clothes. Moments later, Fang walked in my room, holding a . . . Oh my gosh. He was holding a bra. I mean, I'm 14. I've hit puberty. I needed a bra. This was so embarrassing. Fang was holding my bra! So you're laughing! Well, let your best friend, which is a boy, come in your room holding your bra. Just let that happen.
I got off my bed, snatched it from his hand, and shoved it in my drawer. I was smiling at me in a weird way. Then he left. I went back to what I was doing.
Nudge, The Gasman, and Angel returned from their parties.
"Well, how was it?" I asked them.
"That was so totally awesome!" The Gasman said, then he did and air punch. "That was the best party I've ever been too."
"Gazzy, that was the only party you've ever been to," explained Iggy. "Well, I'm beat. G'night, Max."
"Night, Iggy"
"Me too." said the Gasman. "Night Max."
"I'm beat also," Nudge yawned. "See you in the morning, Max"
" Goodnight, Max," said Angel. They went to their rooms and I made sure every light was turned off. I was probably stay up for another hour or two. I walked back to my room and Fang was sitting on my bed.
"You going to bed, Fang?" I asked him.
"No. Not sleepy. And what was that about when you almost called me Sam today?" I walked over and sat at my desk, turning the laptop on.
"It's. . . It's nothing." I really wanted the subject to be changed.
"No, it's something." I hate it when he does that! He can read me like a book; see into my eyes like open doors.
"Well, we did something similar to that on my date with Sam. Except a lot of it was different." He looked at me and his expression changed.
"So, did you call that girl yet?" I asked, turning away from the laptop.
"Nope. Waiting for the right time. But I guess I could do it now." He took out his cell phone, dialed a number, and put it up to his ear. Fifteen seconds later, he closed it.
"Well?"
"No answer. Her cell phone probably wasn't on."
"Oh, well, you can always try tomorrow." He didn't look that hurt, like he already had what he wanted. But then again, Fang always looks impassive.
"Yeah. Goodnight, Max."
"Goodnight, Fang." He got up and walked to my door. I turned off the laptop and got into some pajamas as he left. I turned off the light, having the moonlight from my window show me the way to my bed. As I lay down, I wondered who that girl could be. I've known Fang all my life and there's no possible way he couldn't like me. He hasn't known any other girls besides me, Nudge, and Angel. Also Anne, but, who cares. He also knows that girl that he likes. I don't see how he could! He hasn't known her that long! Uggh. . . This was getting me worked up. I'd be better off sleeping on it.
Last night, I kept having the same nightmare again and again. It was the one where there was an endless hallway, but I'd just keep running. But at the very end of the hallway, Fang was in a hospital bed and I couldn't get to him. (A/N: Blog readers, you should know what I'm talking about.) I guess that's how I felt now. I loved Fang, but I just couldn't have him. He had that other girl.
"Max! Wake up!" Fang was shaking my shoulders.
"What?" I felt beads of sweat trickle down my forehead.
"You were screaming. I guess you were having a nightmare. Anyways, breakfast is ready."
"Okay. Just let me get some jeans on." We walked down the stairs and into the breakfast room. "Don't eat the sugar this time, because tonight, we're not going to the mall. And I'm never spending that much on a milkshake ever, EVER again!!"
"Okay." He looked kind of scared.
After breakfast, I was bored. So I called Sam.
"Hey Max."
"Hey Sam, I know I said next weekend, but do you think I can come over today?" I asked, wanting him to say yes. I was so freaking bored.
"Yeah, today'll be good. We're going on vacation next weekend."
"What time do you want me over?"
"Anytime will be nice."
"Okay. How about in an hour?"
"Perfect with me."
"Good. See you then!" We hung up and I went up stairs to get ready. Fang was in my room, which was sort of scary. I started brushing my hair.
"Where are you going?"
"To Sam's"
"Oh." He didn't say anymore after that.
An hour past and I was ready to leave for Sam's. I just couldn't find my freaking cell phone. I was running a little late, so I went ahead publicized my event.
"Anne? I'll be heading off to Sam's as soon as I find my cell phone."
"Okay, just don't be gone long."
"I won't" I went back to my room. "If I was my cell phone, then where'd I be?" Aha! Under my dirty clothes in my closet. Sure enough, it was there.
"Hmm. . . Wonder how long my cell phone's been off?"
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