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Chapter 0ne Part 2:Cars Are Awesome…When They Have Gas.

Max POV

Things were very awkward to say the least. I hadn't seen Jeb in over a year so I was a little out of practice with the whole "make conversation" thing. We mostly talked about his job new job and how it compares to being a scientist. He said it was a different kind of exciting. How science can be exciting, I don't know.

Jeb was the police chief here in town. More guns, less test tubes. Good for me, if he was still a scientist I probably wouldn't have even considered going anywhere near Forks in fright that I would get attacked by earasers. Sure there are animals, but it's not like any human was going to come up and bite me. I chuckled at the thought.

When I went up to my room, I was very pleased at what I found. It only had my necessities. There was a bed with purple bed sheets, blue curtains, a desk with a computer, and a box full of books underneath the bed. On the far right of the room, was a completely cleared out closet; I would have to go shopping.

It took me a couple of moments to realize that this was my room from our house in Colorado. I started tearing up thinking of how nice it would be to go back to where the only thing that mattered was my Flock and I. Keeping them safe and unharmed was what I lived for. And I do but also have a lot more to live for.

I refused to let the tears fall. Those are for another night. A Dream Night. Well, not a dream as much as a nightmare. The Nightmares came every so often, usually once or twice every two weeks. It was better than before; they used to come every night. You got used to them after a while, though. I didn't scream anymore, and it didn't last as long as it used to.

What I said about being nicer to Je- Charlie before, forget it. He stayed in my room for an hour trying to talk to me, help me get unpacked, and just be freaking annoying. Okay, he wasn't trying to do the last one, but you get the point. How do teenagers put up with parents like this all the time? There was only one thing Jeb did right while I was here. He bought me a pick-up truck. It wasn't perfect, which made it perfect. Scratched up paint job, worn out tires, and the old car smell was what really made it mine. This car and I were so alike in so many ways.

The pick-up was one of those fragile looking things. But it was far from that. It was obviously a car that could withstand almost anything and would run over one of those perky little red Ferraris. A diamond in the ruff, a force to be reckoned with, a statement to all those fancy car owners. It was too bad that there was probably no one to make a statement to, though. This was a small town. It's not like anyone here owned any shiny pieces of metal. If they could find a place that sold one, that is. Maybe in Seattle, but I wouldn't get any hopes up about there being anything like that in Forks.

I asked Charlie for directions to the nearest mall. I hopped in the truck, put it on drive, and drove off. For the past two years I learned a lot, I learned how to drive, took vocal and guitar lessons, and last but not least… how to deal with your heart being stomped on and shattered to a billion pieces.

Chocolate chip cookies help.

While driving, I saw something flash by in the corner of my eye(A/N: Accidental rhyme). Checking my review mirror, I saw nothing. It had gone by fast. If It hadn't been for my raptor vision, I wouldn't have seen it. But I did see it and from what I saw it looked kind of like a human. My blood ran dangerously cold. It couldn't have been an eraser. They couldn't have found me this quickly. Unless Jeb ratted me out. I shook those thoughts out of my head immediately; thinking about this now would only make me paranoid.

Instead I concentrated on the road. It was wet, but not shining or anything like that. The road didn't even look wet except for the darker places on the concrete where rain had soaked through. Maybe, if it had been sunny, it would be gleaming with how wet it was, but its most likely never sunny here in Forks. Which is what makes it absolutely perfect. Who would look for someone like me in a town like this.

What? I thought this through when my mom suggested it. Sure, it had been for an excuse to get out of it, but whatever. The sun was never out, it was almost always raining, and people were always getting into other business. What bird kid in their right mind would even consider coming here? That's right, the one with the voice in her head.

You heard me fine. I said I had a voice in my head. It's not all that helpful at times, though. In fact, it can be very irritating. He/ She was one of the people who are on my "Go curl up in a hole and die list". What? It's hard to keep count? And what else are you going to do when you're a mutant bird kid on the run? No ideas?

Didn't think so.

Supposing you cared about who was on my list, let me show you

Go Curl Up in a Hole and Die List(You didn't think I was joking about the title, were you?)

1. All whitecoats

2. Doomsday Group

3. Jeb(Though he might count as a whitecoat, he's a specific one)

4. Dr. Chu

5. Max ||/Maya

6. Voice

7. Director

8. Gozen

9. Dr. Stupendous

10. Red-Headed Wonder

Oh my God. I realized something. Everything in the list was something keeping me from being with Fang. How much of a stupid lovesick mutant was I? Could I not stop thinking about him for one second? I came here to get away from all that crap, and now I was sitting there on the way to the mall, acting like some weepy teenager.

Before I could antagonize my pitiful thinking to the point of insanity, the mall came into view. It was a ratty old place. And, trust me, I'd seen-and eaten- a lot of rats. This place seemed much better. It wasn't furry and didn't look like the inside of a New York sewer. You'd be surprised at how hard it is to find stuff like that in small towns.

I reached into the pocket of my jeans and my eyes widened. I hopped out of the car and turned to scramble around in the car. I checked under the seats, on the dash board, even in the cuphoalder, but in complete vain. My black leather wallet carrying 500 dollar was nowhere in sight. Not only did I have no money for school supplies and clothes, but my tank was running low on gas. It had only been filled up enough to get here and buy gas. Great.

I know Bella doesn't go to the mall at first in Twilight, but Max does. I told you in Best Friends Bother there were going to be some twist and turns. I hope you like my cliffhanger. MUAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!