Hey my amazingly amazing subjects- I mean slaves- I mean maids- I mean friends… Yea that's it. I know I haven't updated in a while but I have been busy with getting ready for basketball, homework, all that shit. But this is chapter 7 of my cliché story and I hope you like it. Cause if you don't… never mind…
Disclaimer:
Nudge: ZOMG! This is so exciting! I am actually here with Lucky, this most amazing author ever! Oh what should I say? Well first of all Hi Mom and Dad and family and friends, and other people I know, and thank you Lucky for letting me come he-mph!
Lucky: *smacks Nudge in the head with a baseball bat* BAD NUDGE! No quiero tener oírle a ejecutar su boca friggin el descargo de responsabilidad completo! Ya estoy pissed suficientemente que no dispone de Maximum Ride o cualquiera de los caracteres y no de James Patterson! No necesito saber esto! Esto no es un discurso! Decir el descargo de responsabilidad de Dios maldito antes de que yo le cosas en mi maleta y sentarse con usted!
Iggy, Nudge, Fang, Angel, Gazzy, and Max: Um… what?
Lucky: UGH! I need to teach you Spanish *mumbled* I said: I don't want to have to hear you run your friggin mouth the whole entire disclaimer! I am already pissed enough that I don't own Maximum Ride or any of the characters and that James Patterson does! I don't need to know this stuff! This isn't a speech! Just say the God damn disclaimer before I stuff you in my suitcase and sit on you!
Nudge: You could have just stuffed a sock in my mouth… *runs and sobs in Lucky's emo corner*
Lucky: Of course. So if you read what I just said then you will know that I don't own Maximum Ride or any of the characters. It's all JP. *goes in cries in my emo corner beside Nudge*
Angel: Um… On with the story?
Right now we are all in the car after that very insightful day of screaming, crying, and very beautiful speeches (heavy on the sarcasm… HERE!). Dr. Martinez and Angel are in the front row, Iggy and Gazzy in the second, Nudge and Ella in the third, and then squished in the back were Fang and me. On the ride home, I actually talked to Fang. I learned that his favorite color is black - no dip, - he is the popular guy at school, he is very protective of his friends and family, and he is Mr. Tall, Dark, and Silent. Fang is the one with the bitchy, slutty girlfriend, and all of the girls drooling after him. Turns out we have a lot in common. I used to be popular at my old school before Jackson (A/N I will tell you who that is later on in the story. Just remember this name because it is very important) took me out of it. I also had the very popular boyfriend who everyone thought was awesome, but he was really kind of… well let's just say another word for a donkey, and then I used to wear black all the time… I still do surprisingly.
The most surprising thing that is the same between me and Fang is that we both have the same mask. We don't show our real emotions or – truth be told – we don't show them at all. It's very interesting to try and figure out what he is thinking. But it is easy for me because one look into his eyes and I know exactly what he is thinking. But then again, I get lost in his eyes, too… NO! BAD MAX! *smacks on the head with a newspaper* (A/N I got this from another fanfic! I do not claim this. I forget who wrote this in theirs but I will not take credit for it. I just thought it was hilarious.) You should not be thinking those things.
I just realized that I was staring at Fang again… and he caught me… and stared right back at me! Does that mean something? Do I have something in my teeth or on my face or something? Am I ugly? Am I pretty? Am I bothering him? What the F*** is with all of the questions in my head? And why do I care what he thinks of me or why he is staring at me! UGH SO MANY QUESTIONS!
"Max… Max… MAX!" Not this again. "Are you okay? You just kind of spaced out for a moment." The quiet voice that I think I like said. WAIT! Stop and rewind. I did not just say "The quiet voice that I think I like." You guys are just delusional. Huh. Go to a doctor if you think I said that.
"Yeah I'm fine. Sorry just thinking about my past." Lies! I don't ever think about my past. It brings up really bad memories.
"Oh. Ok. Well are you sure you're ok?" Fang said, actually sounding concerned, which surprised me.
"Yea I'm sure. I just kind of went off to La La Land. I'll try not to let it happen again." I ended a little tired from all of the thinking I was doing. And before I knew it, I was almost completely asleep. The last thing I felt before I let the darkness of sleep drag me under, were nice, warm hands picking me up, and lying me down. And for the first time in a while... I actually felt at home.
This chapter was actually kind of boring but I hope you liked it. I am really disappointed that I am not getting many reviews. I really need you guys to! I will not update until I get at least 15 reviews. Sorry guys! Just keep reading, press the beautiful button that is gazing lovingly into your eyes, and… REVIEW! Adios mi amigos!