Another long week.
We're forming a pattern here, people.
School isn't one of my favorite activities, as you can see.
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Chapter 6 : The Falcon and the Eagle.
Max POV
Wandering around aimlessly was pretty much pointless. Sitting aimlessly, however, was not. Well, in this situation anyways. I was sitting on the wooden bench, right by a glass door. By now, the anger between Fang and I was gone, exonerated. It was hard to be mad at someone when they'd been there through the roughest times of your life.
Fang was pacing in front of me. Every five steps, he would turn around and walk in the other direction. One... two... three... four... five... Turn. Do you know how annoying that is?! I huffed, and he looked at me.
"What should we do?" He asked, and I shrugged my shoulders.
"I'm just as stumped as you are."
"How could someone be bored at a museum?" Fang asked, mainly to himself. I shrugged my shoulders again, wondering where the Flock had went to. Had they gotten in trouble? Blown up the first story? Eaten priceless artifacts? Any of those things were possible, but I doubted that they'd want to eat after the meal they had just had.
"Hey! There's a concert!" Fang exclaimed suddenly, and I looked over to see some band members setting up gigantic amplifiers, speakers, microphones, and tuning guitars. I searched around and saw a bunch of fan girls crowded around a security-blocked entrance and glared. This wasn't going to be the best of ideas.
"Do we seriously have to go to a concert with a bunch of loud, screaming girls and claustrophobic crowds?" I complained, feeling closed in already. I eyed the band warily, blaming them for Fang's idea. If they decided to hold their concert yesterday, then we would have been fine. Stupid band, I thought to myself angrily.
Fang chuckled at my expression. "We'll stand all the way in the back." he replied logically, standing up and brushing off his jeans. "Plus, I need new music to post on the good 'ol blog."
"Of course, let there be a day when you don't mention something about your blog, the world will surely end." I retorted darkly, getting up along with him and walking out the glass doors. We were directed by security to get behind the fan girls, and groaned.
"Remember that this was your idea!" I whispered, so only he could hear. A slight smile crossed his lips and he grabbed my elbow to quickly steer me away from a bunch of workers who were unloading a gigantic box. I ignored the gesture, partly because I didn't want anything to get too awkward.
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Standing behind five crazy fan girls was not my idea of fun. Why? Because every five seconds, one of them would call out one of the band member's names, which I found strangely stalkerish, and scream, 'I LOVE YOU!' or, 'MARRY ME PLEASE!'. I wouldn't have been surprised if one of them brought out a fake diamond ring and claimed that she was engaged to one of them.
"YOU'RE AMAZING!" One of them shrieked, and I winced. It was so loud. Were any of these girls considerate of other people's ears?
"I'M SINGLE!" Another cried out, holding up a poster that had Angela & Doug scrawled on to it with big, pink hearts and and phone number written on the bottom. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from grabbing the stupid thing out of her hands and ripping it into a thousand tiny pieces.
One with blonde-streaked brown hair just decided to scream on the top of her lungs for ten seconds straight.
Then all the other girls joined in, trying to get the band to come out.
"SHUT UP!" I yelled over all five of them, making them stop. Fang held me back from punching their guts out. "Some of us actually need our hearing!" I gave them all a look that made them finally quiet down and stop screaming.
But that didn't stop the gossip.
"Oh my God, what a female dog." One of them whispered.
"I know," Another one of them replied, rolling their eyes. "All I did was yell a bit and she got so pissed off. Can we say anger management?"
One of them laughed, slapping a high five with the other girl. I clenched my teeth.
"Just because Doug's mine, doesn't mean she has to get jealous." The one with the poster began. From the white paper, I could tell her name was Angela. "I mean, come on. If you're jealous then go move somewhere and get the hell out. I mean, please. If you can't handle the noise then why are you here?" Their little group was getting on my nerves. I felt Fang's hand grip my shoulder so I wouldn't do anything stupid.
But their words were biting at me like a mosquito that wouldn't buzz off. Move somewhere and get the hell out? How about being on the run for almost all your life and not having somewhere to live? How about not knowing when our next meal was coming? How about if we were going to survive the next morning? The next battle? Until midnight?
"I know, seriously." the fifth one whispered.
I took my pointer finger and jabbed it into the back of the girl in front of me who said that. She turned looked back at me in horror. As if I was some type of monster from the deep. When I'm mad, I can get like that. I won't lie.
"I can still hear you." I growled, and her eyes flashed from fear to terror in a record of point five seconds. "And, for your information, if you don't like me, you go move and take your desperate acts with you. 'Cause no one gives a crap because your poor Doug has a better taste then a bunch of desperate teen age drama queens."
All the girls exchanged a look and carefully maneuvered their way out of the crowd, my glare following them so they wouldn't have the chance to glance back at me. Fang's heavy hand was resting on my shoulder, and I knew that was a signal that we had to talk. I sighed inwardly and inconspicuously made my way so we were on the boarding part of the growing group of people.
"In here," Fang's tone was stiff as a board, which meant there was no sense in arguing with him. He opened up an old storage shed, blended in because it's paint was so faded. The door handle was suppose to be locked, but Fang pulled on it, and the wooden door opened without any more coaxing. I grimly followed, keeping my gaze down at the cracked concrete floor and the faded orange traffic cones. There was a wobbly work station at the left of the tiny room, a tiny chair, and a bookcase filled with supplies such as extra out-dated telephones, security block-off tape, gloves, and bags.
I sat down on the chair, while Fang took the liberty to plop himself on the wobbly table.
"So... what's this about?" I asked finally, planning escape routes in my head, just incase.
He shrugged. "The crowd was getting to me."
I raised an eyebrow, and then dropped it.
"Those girls were annoying, too," He continued, and I grimaced. Maybe I didn't handle that situation too well. "That 'female dog' thing got on my nerves." He added conversationally.
"That makes two of us," I replied, looking up at the ceiling, my arms curled around my legs.
"If anything your some type of hawk or eagle."
I snapped my head to his eye level, and glared at him. "What?" I spat, taking it offensively. An eagle? Was that some type of joke?
"You know, fierce. Stubborn. That kind of thing."
"Oh thanks." I replied sarcastically. "What are you? A falcon or something? You know, tall, dark, silent... maybe we can mix some hidden emotions in there and then we have the whole package!"
He rolled his eyes.
"Except, you know, your type of eagle always runs away when ever the falcon tries to do anything." he muttered, and leant my head back.
"Shut up, Fang." I murmured, finding the ceiling extremely interesting. The patterns in it made different shapes. I made out a duck, a smiley face, a picture of a world, a wing, a heart... I shifted my eyes away from it when I realized what I saw.
"Maybe the eagle should try," Fang continued, jumping off the table. It wobbled back into place, a wrench on the side of it clattering to the concrete floor. One of the table's legs were shorter than all the others, which caused it to be that way. Kind of like how we were different than everyone else...
"Maybe the falcon should leave the eagle alone." I retorted, not meeting his eyes.
"What if he can't?"
"What if I made him?" I threatened.
"What if I made her?"
I closed my eyes in annoyance and turned my head the other way, facing the bookcase. My eyes were probably full of confusion, because that was all I was feeling. That and anger. Why did this always happen?
"Max?"
"What?" I forgot about my anger for a second and faced him. His face was set in a smirk, his eyes dark as the sky at midnight. Were eyes suppose to be that color? His teeth were aligned almost-perfectly as if he had braces, except for one slightly crooked tooth on his bottom teeth.
"Your one stubborn eagle."
I glared at him. "How would I become a just plain, regular kick-butt eagle, Mr. Falcon?" I asked, getting tired of this bird stuff. Maybe I could catch him off guard, and he'd knock it off.
He grinned at me. "You wouldn't have the guts to do it."
His hair playfully fell over his eyes and he brushed it back with one hand, studying his square fingernails. I knew he was just trying to get me mad, and it worked. His face just repeated through my head, his smirk, his playful way to get me jealous... I hissed. There was no way he was going to hold this over me;
I pulled his hand, jerking him up right to his feet. My sneakers were flat on the concrete, and Fang was at least four inches taller than I was. He filled the space between us, so not even a piece of paper could fit. His breath was warm on my face, and he chuckled to himself, his eyes swimming with hidden amusement. We were so close. All I had to do was stand on the tips of my toes, that's how far away he was... He gave me a patronizing smile, waiting for me to make the next move. I took it as a challenge.
"I dare you," he said under his breath. We were so close, it sounded like he was just regularly speaking.
"Oh yeah?" I said back, drifting my eyes down and then back up, full of new found confidence. His lips looked inviting, and I bit my tongue to hold myself back, maybe just a bit longer...
"Yeah." he replied back, swooping his head down just a bit lower.
And then the door thumped. Someone knocked with big hands, the sound of girls yelling in the background. I froze, my eyes immediately focused on the door. I didn't glance at Fang once, trying to remember my escape plans...
"Let us in!" they cried. Their male voices just made me feel even more sick to my stomach.
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