Chapter 3- Cheese and Other Obsessions
A/N: Okay, so I know I didn't update this weekend (*hangs head in shame*) but I have a perfectly good excuse, I think. I am having a maximum overload of ideas but sadly, they are all for the end of the book and the middle- not for the beginning. :( By the way, I will now leave a small A/N in the end of each chapter with a question and other stuff so remember to read it, its IMPORTANT. Also, have you realized that Jeb's initials are JB like Justin Beiber's o_O
Disclaimer: I am in basketball shorts, a tank-top and fuzzy socks while listening to The Duck Song (its inspiring *happy tear* so beautiful...) I don't think JP wears basketball shorts or tank-tops (can you say awkward?) or fuzzy socks or listens to The Duck Song. Maybe he does, maybe he doesn't, I don't know. I am not his stalker- YOU HAVE NO PROOF! _ _!
Anonomys P.O.V (third person)-
"What do you want Farlon," a gruff and not-to-kind voice came out of the phone.
"I found-" started the male that called but was interuppted by the gruff voice.
"If it has nothing to do with the task I gave you, then I don't want to hear it," he exclaimed.
"I found the girl," completed the male. "She's hard-headed just like you predicted. I might-"
"You might what? Hurry up and spit it out, boy!"
"Well, maybe if you shut up and listen you would know." As soon as the words escaped his lips, the boy regretted it. But there was nothing he could do but see them there in the heavy air, not being able to swallow them back into his throat.
"Listen Farlon- you don't use that tone with me! Now, tell me what you need to tell me and I might think twice about your punishment." The simple thought of the word punishment sent shivers down the boy's spine and he winced slightly.
"I might need help. Do you have any ideas or tips or something that will help me," the boy continued in a whisper as if to not be heard.
"Plans? Plans!" The gruff voice exlaimed, as if the boy had suggested to watch the two hour-long Teletubies marathon with obsessed little toddlers.
"Yes plans. I don't believe plans is a multiple meaning word."
"You are ridiculous! Coming up with plans is your job, now I need you to inform me on anything that happens daily. Even if it seems unimportant, we could use every bit of information gathered." The man's remark made the boy feel betrayed but he did not push it because he did not want to cause yet another, outburst.
"Very well," and with that the boy hung up.
Max P.O.V-
"What is this," I asked- poking at the food in front of me.
"That is ground beef, a taco shell and... Corn?" Ella replied but it sounded more like a question. I met Ella in Algebra when she was sitting next to Iggy. She was really nice and I liked her, so far.
"Corn? Are you sure? I thought that they just put brocalie into a dirty old can for three months," Iggy said.
The simple thought of such a thing made me pluck my nose and push the plate as far away from me as possible.
"Well, I guess corn is grown green in some areas of this strange planet. What do you know, you learn something new every day," I said.
I looked around our table and saw everyone had home lunch except me and Iggy. My mouth watered as I stared at Fang, eating a sandwich with... Canadian bacon!
My hand quickly snatched the sandwich away from him and I ate it all in a matter of seconds. Yeah, I have a big mouth and am known for swallowing without chewing.
Fang pouted and said, "those were the last pieces of bacon in my house!"
"Too bad. You have other stuff and I don't want to starve or die of food poisoning so," I said and shrugged my shoulders with a smirk on my face.
"What about me," Iggy complained, making Fang snatch his lunch bag and hold it under the table. Ella sighed in defeat and gave Iggy her apple. Iggy's upper lip twiched in a manner of saying "this is what you give me."
"Its this or the brocacorn," Ella said. Iggy quickly took the apple and bit into it without enthusiasm.
"What do you mean by brocacorn," Iggy asked.
"Bracolie, corn, brocacorn," Ella explained.
"Oh, I get it."
"Blonde momment," I said laughing.
"You really shouldn't be talking," Fang said. I sent him a death glare but he didn't cringe. Whoever doesn't cringe at my death glare has problems!
Just then, a mocha skinned girl with dark-brown curly hair came and sat down next to Ella. She wore a white V-neck shirt that was decorated with a purple eifel tower and splattered paint around it, dark wash skinny jeans and black flats. For jewlery she had a silver necklace with an eifel tower pendant, efiel tower earrings and she had a ring with the letter N in cursive on her right hand. Instinctivly, my brain made a random list of the girl names that start with the letter N. Nina, Naomi, Nazarette. None of the names I came up with matched her.
Maybe she just likes the letter N.
"I don't think so," I thought to M.M.
She looks like a Monique to me.
You've got a point.
Someone nudged my side and I turned to look at Fang with a confused look.
"You were nodding your head," he explained.
"Oh, sorry." I looked back towards the girl.
"OMG you must be Max. Hi, I am Monique but everyone calls me Nudge like Monique sounds to fancy or formal. Although I like fancy things but not fancy names they sound too snooty. I think you look like a Liz. Is Liz a blonde name? I knew a Liz once but she was a brunette and can you believe she hated the color pink. How can someone hate the color pink? Its just crazy! Because pink is the best color in the world. Have you tried pink frosting? Its really good on cupcakes! OMG don't you just love cupcakes? They are like mini-" I quickly reached over the table and put my hand over her mouth, shocking everyone except Iggy.
"She's known to do things that everyone wants to but doesn't have the courage too," Iggy explained to everyone but I kept my hand on Nudge's mouth- afraid of having another outburst.
"Uh, Max you can move your hand now," Ella said. I simply shook my head.
"Come on Max, move the hand," said Fang lightly pulling my elbow. Nudge just sat there patiently, entertained but with an expression that said "I'm used to this, so just move your hand whenever you want- no rush."
"Max move your hand already," Iggy screamed and moved my hand away from Nudge's mouth harshly. "You just met the girl and your being rude."
"You know, after living with me for the past six-teen years, I think you would be used to it," I replied.
"No its fine, I'm used to it. I've talked a lot since I was a baby so it kinda stuck since my childhood. People remind me to stop talking and I have to remember that but most of the time I have trouble remembering. But I don't have short-term memory loss or anything- aren't old people the ones who do? I feel so bad for them, like imagine you can't even remember your own mom or something. Its so sad- oh sorry I'm rambling again," Nudge said.
"Yes, yes you are," said Gazzy who had just arrived and sat next to Nudge.
"Hi," she practically screamed while giving Gazzy a bear hug.
"They're dating," Fang whispered.
"That explains a lot," I said still looking at Nudge and Gazzy who were now engaged in a kiss that would soon turn into making out.
"Okay, you gus are really annoying the cheese out of me! Stop kissing," Ella scolded.
"The cheese," I asked Fang- still whispering.
"Ella is obssesed with cheese," he replied shrugging.
"Hey! Whispers and secrets is for people that have something to hide," Nudge said in a sing-song voice.
"Apparetly a cheese obsession is something to hide," I said making Ella blush. "You shouldn't blush. Pyromaniac bro over there has one too. Along with his obsession for bomb making, cooking, barney, Pokemon, Build-a-Bear-Ville online, Mc'Donalds' toys, the list just goes on and on and on." Now it was Iggy's turn to blush.
"So its true! You do go on Build-a-Bear! Haha, the truth is revieled ladies and gentlemen," I screamed so that the people around our table looked at us. "And you were just given your daily dose of humiliation, mister." Everyone cracked up and Iggy was red in anger while I sat there with a big ol' grin on my face.
"Oh Max," Iggy said when everything calmed down and people went back to their lunches.
"Yes my big brother-eeyore."
"Remember snot your business." My eyes widened. I grabbed a cheese stick from Gazzy's lunch bag and held it towards Iggy.
"Cheese," I offered in a sort of squeaky voice.
"Just this once Max, just this once," he replied taking the cheese stick and winking at me.
Okay it sucks, its terrible, you hate me I know! T.T I am sooo sorry, please forgive me. One question- Choose one: Fang, Dylan or Both. It has nothing to do with Max, trust me I hate Mylan or anything that is not Fax- with a passion. And the first five people to review get a sneak peek at the ending of this story (which is really good if I do say so myself). I promise there will be a sequel. Oh, and I am a bit bored so if you leave a review please dare me to do something! It doesn't have to do with fanfiction- you could dare me to do something in school and I'll post what happened in the story or on my profile. Love ya guys! Hasta la vista (goodbye)!
