Ugh...stupid Mucinex hangover...
"...And that's our story." I explained to a very tired looking Maximum Ride. "So, please, Maximum Ride, you must help us."
"Okay, let me get this straight. You want me to save a SCIENTIST? Uh, no way, not happening!"
"But, Maximum Ri-"
"Please stop calling me that."
"What?"
"Maximum Ride. Stop calling me that. Just call me Max."
"O-okay. But, you see, this isn't just any scientist. It's my fiancee! He's been missing for months, and I need your help to find him! And even more so because I love him! Max, could you imagine what it would be like to lose someone you love more than you love yourself? Can you?" Max got a strange look in her eyes. It looked like...hurt. Betrayal. What had happened to her that made her so saddened?
"Yeah," said Max, "Yeah, I can imagine what it feels like. And I'll think about it, okay? Where are you staying?"
"Uhm...well...nowhere?" Max sighed.
"Well, go give me a second." She walked out of her room, leaving me with a now sleeping Tala. I sighed, lleaned back on the bed, and begaan rocking Tala.
BRING BRING BRING BRING BOOOOOOOOOW! My phone rang, scaring the shit out of me. I yelped, fumbled Tala, almost dropping her, and reached for my phone. Whoever it was, was dead.
R&R please? I give you llama!